[HIATUS] What If.....?! [Pickle x Oc] [🔞N.S.F.W.]

Two: Stuck in his head

'Its not obsession... it's curiosity. I have no idea how long you've waited for me, but I'm here now.....'

My drawing of Pickle

We didn't go home straight away, we wandered this strange city which I knew be Japan right in the heart of Tokyo, which happened to be the liveliest part of this country, But more than anything I wanted to kill time. My whole interaction with the caveman had riled me up so much that I couldn't keep still. My husbands  even looked at me as if I were stranger than usual, but when have I never not been strange? Trick question really and one that I won't answer right now.

"I thought I would be terribly bored having left the other universe to pop up here, but now it looks like interesting things are coming into play. Tell me, fiery moth, did you know this was going to happen?" Illumi's question reached my ear as he grabbed my hand while Hisoka, snaked his arm around my waist casually with his hand in my back pocket. I didn't answer for a long while.. I wasn't entirely sure how; do I tell them that there are many things that I do know from the world I used to reside, or do I just let things flow as they are? I couldn't choose between the two so I remain silent, at least for now, no one would be harmed because of my silence. Hisoka's golden cat like eyes were on my face while I had a little mental battle with myself before he looked forward with a slight hum and smiled.

"You don't have to answer, Kitten. I'm with you no matter what so it doesn't matter. We're you go, we go." He turned his head to look at me and leaned closer to grasp my lips with his own, humming a moan. We walked like that for a while before he pulled back to wink at me, as if he already had an idea about what I would say; it meant that the kiss was a distraction form my answer to Illumi's question

"I can already tell it's going to be a very long night" I sighed as we walked on, I don't even notice that the crowed parted and stared at us three as if we were creatures with the plague.

"Yes, you're very right, Fiery Moth."

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Pickle P.O.V.

Her ...the white haired woman...

She constantly ran around in his mind and he couldn't understand why. He spent days in his hollowed tree thinking after they all paid him a visit; he also hasn't eaten yet in a long while, so all he has was time to think.

The lack of food wasn't a bother to him just yet, he's used to going a full week without food before he subcomed to hunger, and that was in desperate situations

Back in his time, many men from his tribe like home took warrior women as their partners... as mated, and the way they chose eachother was through unwavering eye contact. In the eyes, you could see truths, you could see lies, love, hate and fear... they were a place on man that never kept things hidden. If you couldnt trust a person's words then it was their eyes that gave it away. It's was how he grew up, if a woman looked you in the eyes, Especalky one you fancied, it was a clear sign that said take me and make me yours. It was a naughty solicit, a mating call if you will and it was only with the strong.

For a while he grew sad and angry when no female chose him because back then, he was the weakest before hitting puberty. The moment he sprouted however and started testing his might against the ferocious beast in the woodlands, the women who had previously rejected him had come back, flocking to him like flies to dead flesh. What they did to him he did back and set out to conquer the beasts alone. He decided then he didn't need or want a mate, and if he were to ever get one, she'd have to be strong... if not stronger.

In this thought process, the white haired girl came to mind. He wanted to mate with her like he tried to with the girl in the strange building. The only reason he didn't plant his seed was because the other males were distracting him. So he gave up because of that, but also because she was making a god offle screeching noise.

In his hollowed out tree, he wondered what the white haired woman would sound like? He's a curious man, and was willing to put that curiosity to the test, the only problem was communication. He could understand her, but he wanted to know how to speak too.

It didn't even matter that he was being moved somewhere else; even as he was made to sit in a pit filled with sand, teeth nails and bone, she was the only thing that ran rampit in his mind. His urge to see her was strong and he was tempted to go out in his own and find her. It's not like he couldn't... her scent is memorable to him; she smelled like fruit though there was something else hidden beneath it... a beast that leaked pheremones all over, like she in constant heat.

He shook his head and gave a disheartened grunt.... when would he see his whote haired woman again...? He wanted to know what other scents she could provide... and that beast .. he was eager to meet her.