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

Six: Pickle's Curiosity

' is it really so bad... being the strongest?'

     He sat there staring at me for the longest time, as if he couldn't contain the wonder ha I could see in his dark brown eyes. He looked at me with an expression that could only be described as admiration, raw and pure which had no underlining Intentions. It was clear to me that he wanted to know just exactly who I was and what I was.

     Hisoka was also quite fascinated with the man, I watched as he grabbed the brawni prehistoric man's hand and exami his hard claw like nails in wonder. They were sharper than knives but so stronger than steel. His golden eyes seemed to explore the man's muscular arm and he smiled in glee; I wouldn't have thought anything of it, that is if he didn't have a look on his face that expressed how much he wanted to break pickle. My horny clown of a husband was itcing for a fight, he was so reiled up that his exposed cock rose at attention and throbbed visibly. Pickle noticed it too and shifted closer to me, growling at Hisoka. It was clear he didn't find men attractive.

     Pickle looked to me as if to say I don't like the way you're reacting to me. 'Male... yours?' he spoke to me mentally again though it was words and also pictures of what he meant to convey. I nodded my head and placed my hand on Hisoka Chest. "This is Hisoka... " I trailed off pointing at Illumi who was watching behind me silently. "This is Illumi."I spoke and touched my chest twice as if to say mine.

     He glared at me for a long while before grabbing my hand and placing it right over his heart, his own large hand reached out to take it's place right over my heart, my hand unconsciously covering his. He stared at me with intense golden eyes, which were flowing in the dark just as mine were and he grunted at me. 'Hes quite the charmer, kitten.' Hisoka's mental tone filled the mental connection which had Pickle staring at him just as intensely.

     'And it seems he's quite the possessive one.' Hisoka's chuckle was filled the air as if everything about this current situation amused him. "Pickle, I'm sure they're looking for you, go back." I gently pushed against his shoulder, watching him shift back slightly from the moment, though he started growling louder and moved closer until his nose was against mine again.

    His large hand had a vise grip of my thigh and he grunted at me, refusing to leave. He didn't want to leave me here, he wanted to stay, but I pushed him again. 'Go back pickle, you must go back. Please...'  I touched his cheek watching in fascination as he stared at me, but shifted his face so that his lips brushed against my palm. With the moment it took me to blink he was gone, the room was somehow colder than it was before. "Kitten, what is your plan... I'm sure you have one."" Hisoka shifted towards the foot of the bed where I sat, resting his hand on my thigh and squeezing affectionately. "lets just go with the flow of things for now." As of right now, I had no plan, but to see how events would change an old pan out... what happened before would to happen again, with us here this was certain.

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    Yujiro Hanma P.O.V.

    Pure unadulterated boredom what what I felt, you'd figure with my strength, nothing would be... but seeing as I'm bored right now then that clearly is a lie, right?

     I was the only one on this earth that was stronger than the average man; there were no others that could come close to a challenge. Even my son, who's been training for many years to be a strong enough toy for my entertainment, couldn't even compare ... not like her. I knew the moment I entered  Pickle's holding cell that someone worse than me and him stood in the he room. The brat didn't dare hide it, it was almost as if she was telling everyone to take their best shot at her.

    She stood their leisurely with two men who were just as strong as I was, right at her back and like a starved animal, I honestly in on her with a itch to fight. My Hanma blood hasn't sung in so long but the feel of my adrenaline spiking told me it all... my Hanma blood was eager thirsty for a well deserved fight. It took everything in me not to grab her by the neck and squeeze.

    I thought many things all at once while my eyes gowed with hunger: Should I lick her...? Stop her heart with a punch? Strangle her? Or do what I did to my wife, hug her so hard that she snaps in two... the possibilities were endless.

   I might've gone through with it, that is until our first met. It was like I was seeing all that she is and what made her into the female standing before me... I could see pain, suffering betrayal and blood.. so much blood that it made my blood hum even louder. When she dint move an inch, I took that as my que to step away and observe from now and then on...

    It was the first time my boredom was long forgotten....it was her, I wanted nothing more than to fight her to the death....