"One way or Another." [ Chrollo x Reader x Hisoka ]

"Ecstasy"

He had left me alone in his penthouse for a few minutes. I decided to not bother him, because from inside the apartment, you could hear him and Chrollo arguing, not for long, nor very loud. But, it was obvious they were quite mad at each other, apparently, Chrollo believed himself as a type of Superman, while Hisoka, just dismissed him.

Since knowing Chrollo, he'd always had this hero complex, I would say Batman, but Batman believed himself an asshole. Superman is more accurate, he tries to save himself and all of humanity, so it's understandable he thinks he's a god. Hisoka was defending me for his own benefit, since it pisses of Chrollo.

-"She's not yours. You know it, and trust, I do too."- That was the last of the discussion they were having, obviously, those were Hisoka's words. By this point, I'd already made myself comfortable on his couch, and being comfortable included, losing my train of thought from the original purpose of my visit.

-"How have you been?"- Not even turning to my direction, he went ahead and got us both some water.

-"You tell me, didn't you bring me here, after all?"- Seeming, completely unfazed by being his lack of care, his lips twisted into a half-forced smile, while he put his hands up as to say he'd been caught.

-"Awh, darling, think I'd care to save you from there?"- I was walking to him when he said this, I can't deny that his need to offend when he's offended is funny to me.

-"You're not denying it? So, I assume, you must truly like me."- Stepping in front of him, reaching my arm to grab my glass while adjusting myself to be faraway enough in the little space left between him, and the counter.

-"What happens if I do? Doesn't change what happened with Illumi, does it?"- All of a sudden, he was centimeters from my face, tilting his head and looking straight into my eyes, with his golden, fox like eyes.

No amount of emotional responsibility, nor love, could hold my laughter after his words. We're friends, even though, we are always flirting. Bursting out laughing, he followed along and, for some odd reason, we ended up hugging. After a minute, we'd calmed down, and at that moment, I realized just how much I'd been holding in.

-"Can we be serious now, darling?"- His hands were squeezing me a little harder now, his voice on the other hand, was incredibly tender, his duality was incomparable.

-"I just... It was hard. Thank you for helping me, although, staying afterwards, would've been nice, or just, y'know, a phone call?"- I felt his heart raise, and twitch, all while his breath seemed caught in his throat for a second.

-"You had Chrollo, you'd much rather go to him for this, my solution is much different."- By the end his tone had become much more suggestive, but even so, he was covering something up.

-"Still, I thought we were close enough for us to talk about these things, I love you after all."- That's when he pulled away, not completely, since his hands were now onto my neck, yet his chest was pulled back. His, once vibrant golden irises, seemed more of a dirty yellow color now.

-"Darling, I love you as well."- Words for him have a lot of meaning, and these words, specifically, seemed important.

-"We should go down for a drink, no?"- I told him this while bringing his hands up to my cheeks so I could lean on his right side.

While going downstairs, I had felt myself losing my control over what I thought. I knew he already knew everything, so all I had to do was ask for his help. Hisoka has a distinct way of looking into people, not necessarily by digging for them, but by drilling them into some sort of submission, however, it's not something that they do consciously. 

I mention this, since, he simply has that effect on everyone, and I am not immune to it. matter of the fact, I am not immune to anything of his. He has a demeanor, that we all exclude him for in a group, but you'd never survive in a room alone, not in a physical fight, maybe in a mental fight, since he tends to be quite forgetful, at least, when he's having fun, that is.

Arriving at the bar, he noticed me in a trance, one in which, he put me in, not for any reason he knows of, yet he wouldn't complain. Drinks were ordered, and so shots started firing between us. Dirty golden eyes searching for a way into me, without being discreet. Still, he found empty words whenever he tried speaking to me.

-"What is it you came for, dear?"- He asked knowing the answer, mostly because he loved having the upper hand.

-"For you help, with the Illumi ordeal."- Even though, he wanted to hear that, he didn't want it like that.

-"Hm? Is that so? Well, I might be able to do that for you, for the right reward."- Not something uncommon, he asks this of everyone, he "believes in fair labour".

-"You will be."- This. It never meant money. He doesn't need it, nor does he want it. He obtains his pleasure from fighting, that's what he'll be looking for.

With him, the one thing you can be sure of, is his need, and will, to fight. Assumingly, this surges from his lack of affection when he was being brought up. Being by yourself, in an abandoned orphanage, can do that to you I suppose. He wants the people he picks to be worthy, but that word has a twisted meaning in his book.

Worth, he determines worth by how hard you are to kill, how much can you take. Of course, that would mean that if you want to be noticeable, you already have a high skill of survivability. That's how he loves. It's his trigger, at the same time, it's his love. As a lover, there's no doubt he's abusive, what he wants, he needs to guide.

There's no denying that he's a villain, still, there is something of him. I believe all broken men have this factor that makes them, weirdly, needing. Which means, they are devoted when they want, but are quick to dismiss, and I can't find a better way to describe him. He craves attention all the time, to the point that he manipulates people, to an insane degree.

See, his need to amend a part of him that has no way to be fixed, is by hiding it. He pretends that he is absolutely everything that is to be desired, and therefore, all there is to have. Because of that, his effect on others is extraordinary, when near, his energy will make you feel, terrified, once you recognize him, that'll change.

Creating an air of desire, not lustful though. When he does this, those around him, have two reactions, run for your life, or to be crazy enough to have him in your life. If you go for the latter, you'll find yourself in a sticky, to say the least, situation. As addictive as a drug, mixed with that "thing", adding in, just the amount of excitement you'll feel.   

Nothing with him is free, if you want his attention, you'll have to be attached to him, forever. Thinking about it, I've always related him to drugs, specifically, ecstasy. I just know that it is just like him, on an addictive level, on a delusional level, and, definitely, on a harmful level. Simply put, I've never been able to put him down.

All of this to say, I think he saved me because he feels guilty, therefore he didn't save me. We have a game, we're we test eachother's limits. My, working, theory, is that once he realized that Illumi contained all the characteristics that I do, he set us up. Knowing that, fundamentally, we are galaxies apart, all so he could have his fun, playing both sides.

In theory, it's perfect. Once again, in theory. Recently, I've noticed a small change in his attitude. Still as high and mighty, as ever, just, more compliant. This only ever happens when, he feels he's betrayed someone he cares for. Still, I ask for his help, knowing all of this. Knowing that, presented with the chance, he will stutter at his decision.