𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞│ʰˣʰ

two ; navigator

two ; navigator

Y/N WAS UNCHARACTERISTICALLY QUIET, trailing after her fuming companion.

"It's already awful enough that you-" Scaramouche was cut off by the clown, which Y/n learned was called Hisoka.

She acknowledged how the jester had perfectly explained the examiner incident. She hummed. Y/n loved card games, poker, old maid, you name it. Even though she needed up losing every time.

"Now, now," Hisoka purred. "Women don't like men being clingy, you know?" Y/n raised a questionable eyebrow toward the smirking clown.

"Not when they're a creep, a perfectly normal and good-looking boy like Scaramouche can act as clingy as he'd like," she commented, before flashing a smile, "No offense, of course."

Hisoka feigned hurt, while Y/n swore she heard something that somewhat resembled a laugh coming from the pin man's direction.

Scaramouche's face instantly went red. "I'm not clingy!" He shouted, glaring at Y/n. Pretty or not, he would make sure she'd suffer.

Hisoka paused from his jogging. "I'll stop here for a while, good luck, Y/n-chan~" The said maiden paused to wave back, before Scaramouche dragged her back to running.

"Don't get distracted," he said as he dragged Y/n toward the pin-man.

"So," Y/n chirped, in attempt to start a conversation with the pin-head man. Or just any conversation. "What's your name?"

The man paused for a moment, deciding if he should interact with the maiden. "Gittarackur." The man decided, replying in a creaky, disturbing voice. That was curious, Y/n thought to herself. All of the pins were covered with nen.

"... Glitter-Cracker!" Y/n said, more of a question, though. She failed miserably at her attempt to say Gittarackur. Scaramouche snorted beside her.

The pin-man opened his mouth to protest, but didn't. As if there were rules preventing him from.

Y/n's mind wandered to Gon and Killua. She wondered what they were doing at the moment. Hopefully they hadn't run into the jester that's been bothering her for the past few minutes.

After a while of running, Y/n finally complained. "This is getting boring!" She said in a demanding tone. "It's not fun!" She hopped on Scaramouche's back, which was easy, given the boy's height.

Scaramouche slightly shifted his body at her weight to adjust Y/n at a more comfortable position, but other than that, he didn't complain, so Y/n decided to continue having him carry her.

"Also, you don't have to do that, Scara," she said smugly. "I like all positions." She wagged her eyebrows suggestively.

As they finally arrived, Y/n let out a small whistle. "Look! Scaraa! There's a bird! It looks like you!" Leave it for the maiden to be overly excited about everything.

Y/n met Killua's gaze, and waved. He waved back. He mouthed the words, "competition." And "dinner." He then pointed toward Gon, who was waving at Y/n

Despite Y/n acting slightly oblivious in important situations and sometimes a complete menace to society, she wasn't brain-dead. She gave Killua a salute, and accepted the challenge.

Whatever it was anyway...

Y/n continued to listen to the teal-haired woman's speech about Hunters. Or perhaps something else. She wasn't exactly listening.

However, she did, in fact, see a man smashed across a wall. He said something about wanting to become a Blacklist hunter. She also saw the other female examiner juggling knives.

How impressive! She would praise the woman if she got a chance to talk to her.

Despite that, in a matter of seconds, Y/n had completely forgotten about what had happened during the speech.

She was too focused on finding out what shape the cloud was.

But what she did remember, was that the pretty teal lady shouldn't be around knives.

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