Ayanokoji is suddenly transported to the hxh universe where he, unfortunately, catches the eyes of our favorite jester.
I don't think I've seen a story like this before so I hope everyone enjoys!
This might have some of the same plot points as HxH...
So sorry for the wait but here's the finale of Hisoka and Kastro's fight
"I know!" Hisoka started, and Kastro hurried to put several feet between the both of them. "It's because you don't know how~" "I am a master at nen, how could I not know nen?!" Kastro shouted at Hisoka, desperate to keep him from finishing his thought. "Well~ you were good at nen, but then you came up with your little clone idea, and while it's a truly impressive technique, it takes a lot of focus. You spent the last year creating, training, and 'perfecting' that once technique, casting aside any other form or use of your nen. Not to mention that your technique obviously takes a large toll on your mind. You destroyed yourself in a desperate and, pathetically, futile attempt to beat me."
Hisoka's face stilled as he stared into Kastro's eyes. "How does it feel?" "How does what feel!?" Kastro asked hysterically. Hisoka took a step forward "How does it feel-" he took another step forward, "to know-" another step, "that all that work-" another, "is fruitless-" another, "that no matter what you do-" another, "no matter how hard you work-" another, "you'll Never. Be able. To win." Hisoka was right in front of Kastro who was shaking, but using all the energy he could muster to look defiantly up at Hisoka, trying to give the illusion that he still had some fight in him, something left to offer the fight, when in reality he knew he didn't.
"Oh!" Hisoka exclaimed, making Kastro's defiant expression falter. "What?" It was so quiet Hisoka almost didn't hear it, which just show how afraid Kastro was of the answer. Hisoka smirked, this was even more fun with Kiyotaka playing with him. "How does it feel-" Kastro gulps as Hisoka invades his space, making him lean backwards as Hisoka leans over him, "To know that the one thing you've managed to treasure this whole time, belongs to wholly to me!"
It was dead silent. "What" Kastro managed to speak, but it could hardly be considered speaking with how meekly it left his throat. That meekness was gone in an instant though. Kastro took two quick steps back to stand up straight again. "He doesn't belong to you! He's mine!" This sent the audience tumbling. They were just in a match to the death and know they're fighting over a guy! It was the last thing the audience expected. Killua just face palmed as Gon looked on in worry, both knowing exactly who they were arguing about. Wing just rolled his eyes, but looked on to see the result of this fight, despite knowing how this would most likely end.
"Lets test it then!" "How?!" "We'll call him and see who he comes to." Hisoka stated like it was obvious. "Very well le-" "Kiyo~ did you hear that? Come to who you would rather be with~" The whole audience turned their eyes on Kiyotaka when he stood up and started making his way down to the arena. When he got down on the dirt floor he spoke, "I don't appreciate being treated like a pet." Katsro was quick to try and win last second points, just in case. "I would never treat you like a pet" Kiyotaka looks him in the eyes, and heads straight for him. Kastro is elated that something is going right for him. Until it isn't.
Kastro has his arms open to give a consoling hug to Kiyotaka but just as he's closing them, Kiyotaka dodges so fast it looks like he walked right through him. When Kastro felt nothing but air in his arms, he turned around frantically. "Kiyotaka! What are you doing?! You wouldn't seriously go back to him after everything he did would you?! I can make you happy!" Kastro pleaded desperately, he needed Kiyotaka to turn around and come to him, he couldn't live without Kiyotaka, "Please-" He was sobbing at this point, "- I can't live without you!"
Kiyotaka paused in his path to Hisoka and turned only his head to look at Kastro, but it wasn't a look of hope or relief like Kastro had hoped. It was dead, there was no change, for the first time Kastro saw his true expressionless face, and it terrified him. "Why?! Why are you looking at me like that?! I'm trying to save you!" Kastro again pleading, but this time had undertones which implied Kiyotaka was being dumb for not choosing him, that he was being stupid, that his choice was wrong. Kiyotaka's face began to move, but Kastro was yet again disappointed when it shifted into disgust aimed at himself instead of recognition of the 'mistake' he was making or even just contemplation. Kiyotaka rolled his eyes and turned around continuing to walk towards Hisoka.
When he got there he mounted Hisoka's shoulder.
About like this:
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(Except Hisoka was standing up straight)
Kiyotaka leaned over Hisoka's shoulder, grabbing and pulling Hisoka's chin up, and kissed him. Hisoka was just as surprised as the audience, but he contained it. Instead he opened his eyes and made eye contact with Kastro, winking to further antagonize him. It worked. Kastro fell to the floor, tears streaming out of his eyes, he looked like he was in a daze, but couldn't look away from the two in front of him. Kiyotaka finally pulled away when he thought the damage was not only done, but that salt was rubbed in it.
An almost manic smile made it's way onto both Hisoka and Kiyotaka's face. Gon gasped, "he's just as crazy as Hisoka is" Killua laughed to himself at Gon's reaction, but was also a little freaked out himself. He knew there were still differences between the two, but Killua also hadn't expected the two to be that similar in this regard. Not that he'd let anyone know it.
Down on the arena Hisoka was getting ready for the finale. "I told you he was mine~" Kastro look up at him, he had gone manic and began charging Hisoka. Hisoka stayed planted right where he was. Right before Kastro made contact with him, Hisoka brought his hand up and snapped. In an instant Kastro was knocked back with 4 cards imbedding themselves in the vital points of Kastro's stomach. Hisoka walked over to him, grabbed a fist full of hair and got right in his face. "I win~. You lose~." Kiyotaka kisses two of his fingers before pressing them to Kastro's lips forcefully, his chin meeting his chest, and his final breath was drawn. Hisoka reveled in the awesome feeling this win brought him, all thanks to Kiyotaka, as the ref. announced Hisoka was the winner. It was about 6 seconds of silence before the audience roared to life. It would be a fan favorite for a very. long time.
