WHAT THE HELL! (hxh x bnha)

ADMIT DEFEAT Ch.39

"What the hell kind of nen is that?"  In place of Hisoka's pale skin, there were red festering blisters. Hisoka let out a hiss from the ongoing pain. That's when Shoto stepped to the side and was just as close to him as Katsuki was, a menacing, vengeful look on his face.  Katsuki was still holding him, you could see the same blisters on Katsuki's forearm that had been close to his face when it got burned. He didn't even flinch though, he was barely even gritting his teeth. The blisters looked the same so how come it wasn't hurting him the same way. "I'm just better then you." Katsuki said almost as if reading his mind. Shoto understanding the context of the comment looked Katsuki over, seeing the burns on his forearm. He reached out and gently ran a hand over his arm, stopping the festering, and removing almost any trace of the burn. Though there were still spots that looked like he was scratched by thorns, it was much better then the burning skin on Hisoka's face.

"Hey can I get some of that too?" Hisoka asked, voice strained from pain. Shoto turned to him and smiled. "Sure!..." Hisoka felt a wave of relief fall over him at the thought of putting an end to the burning sensation, but it was short lived. "... If you admit defeat." He looked to Katsuki to see if he was serious, but Katsuki just raised a brow, silently asking what his answer was. They were completely serious! What was he supposed to do? His face hadn't stopped burning, the damage getting worse by the second.  But would he really admit defeat over something like this? There was always the chance that Machi could heal this, but could she really? He knew she could stitch his arm back together, but this was something else. It was far worse, and in was nen, there was no telling what kind of effect that could have on recovery.

It was a chance he'd have to take. He could not admit defeat here. "I'll pass." was his response to Shoto. "Oh? Really?" It was more menacing then anything he'd heard out of the boys mouth yet. He felt like he made the wrong decision.  When he felt another hit followed by the same burning sensation his thought was only confirmed. This time the hit was to hit shoulder, not only lighting it on fire, but also dislocating it. The skin began to bubble as his arm hung by his side out of it's socket. "Admit defeat." Shoto said, his gaze held a blaze fueled by revenge, but his voice was monotone and serious. Scary. However Hisoka had to hold out. "No." He staid through gritted teeth. "Fine." Another hit and more of his skin scorched. "Admit defeat." "No." Another hit, more skin burning. "Admit defeat."  "No. "This time he got a kick to his lower leg. "You will. Admit defeat." "No. I won't." Shoto looked at the spot on Hisoka's leg that he'd just kicked, then looked back at his foot. Slowly a menacing smile made its way onto Shoto's face. Katsuki just looked at him, with his predatory smile that had yet to drop, "You really gonna go through with that you maniac?" "I am." Not even a second later Shoto had kicked Hisoka right between the legs. His whole body wanted to collapse to the the floor, but the persistent pain he felt in his scalp reminded him that Katsuki still hadn't let go of the hold he had on his hair.

His head was craned even further back.  "Admit. Defeat." "And if I don't?" Hisoka just barely managed to get out. "You'll die here, and I won't have to list another finger, those burns will continue to get worse" "I'll take my chances." Hisoka said having faith in Machi's ability and the boss giving her the order to heal him should she refuse. That idea was quickly thrown out "Your little friend can't help you." "Y-" "I assure you. I am not bluffing. Of course you don't have to believe me but it's your life." Shoto said it so passively it was unsettling. "Fine. I admit my defeat." Hisoka said through both gritted teeth and excitement, these two really were strong. It took so little movement for them to make him admit defeat! Despite the pain this was the absolute best! Shoto just kind of half heartedly flicked his wrist to stop and reverse the burn damage, though not as much as he had with Katsuki, he still wanted him to suffer for getting so close. Katsuki let go of Hisoka and was about to go into a laughing fit that he'd just barely been holding back, when Shoto's hand covered his mouth. "I thought I told you to keep that between us" He felt Katsuki reach up to his arm and write that he just couldn't help it. Shoto sighed. "We'll be taking our leave then." He started his way towards the door, hand still preventing Katsuki from laughing. "Not so fast." Chrollo appeared in front of them. "I want you in my crew." Katsuki threw Shoto's hand off of his mouth "No way you old geezer!!" "Why not?" "We may have just beaten your crew to a pulp, but we still have morals." Shoto said, back to his emotionless demeanor, his sick smile gone without a trace. "Hold up! You do remember who took out all but one of them right?!" "Uh yeah. So what." Katsuki only hit his head, not offering any real response. The two kept walking towards the exit and as they were about to pass Chrollo, Shoto shot ice, freezing his feet, and effectively keeping him in place long enough to leave.

Chrollo was able to get out of the ice, but not before it was to late. He needed to find them again. There was no doubt they were powerful, but how powerful. He hadn't seen them even break a sweat! It looked like this was child's play for them. Not to mention their nen. It looked like they each had many different nen abilities and affinities, all of the same caliber which shouldn't be possible. He couldn't tell which type either of them had. There was also the fact that they were elemental which means they have to have a resistance to it, so what did those two really go through to get that strong? Whatever it was it had to have been unbearable.

A/N: That last paragraph I say that because for killua to be able to turn his nen into electricity Bisky said he had to have been exposed to it (which he obviously was), so Chrollo assumed the same here.