𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞│ʰˣʰ

nine ; save you , save me

nine ; save you , save me
pov ; scaramouche

SCARAMOUCHE SET HIS GAZE ON a green-haired eighteen year old. The boy's gaze was so determined that he felt the urge to snort. Gon, was it?

He glanced over at Y/n, who was smugly nestled in an albino's arms as they peered at the match, which has not started yet. The silver-haired practically preened at the maiden's touch.

He'd reach from the Zoldyck's throat and rip out his heart. Scaramouche slightly smiled at the thought.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked dryly toward his Y/n. The said person flashed a grin, she may think it was just that, but her grin, her smile, her emotions, her actions, everyday, he engraved into the memory.

Scaramouche was about to dip his hat, but he paused. He left it.

He used every bit of his willpower, and it was a lot, considering how much he'd been through, to snap his head away from the beautiful maiden as a burly man cleared his throat.

"The match will begin," a suited man said firmly. Scaramouche gave a quick smile toward Gon that promised not death, but physically the most painful experience the boy would ever have.

"Three..." Y/n flashed Scaramouche a warning glare.

"Two..."

"One!"

pov ; n/a

Y/n groaned. "Ten million that Gon won't come back with more than two working limbs."

Killua shrugged. "I think so," he said, "But they'll stop the duel before anyone dies though," Y/n wrinkled her nose. Shame she wouldn't be able to kill people.

"Who was I fighting against?" She questioned. Killua thought for a moment. "Kurapika," At the mention of his name, the said person perked up.

"Yes?" Kurapika asked, slightly narrowing his eyes at the sight of the humming maiden. "I hope we'll have a good fight," he said toward Y/n.

Y/n flashed a lazy smile. "All the same," she raised her arm before dropping it down.
"Three, two, one!"

Scaramouche's bottom lips curled into a satisfied smile as he snapped Gon's arm, and Gon winced slightly, attempting to land a kick onto his face. "Funny," Scaramouche taunted, backing off a bit, "You think you can beat me, do you?"

Gon stared back at the indigo-haired boy, and it unsettled Scaramouche seeing him look so intent on beating him. Scaramouche ducked as Gon threw a weak punch, and kicked him in the ribs. Several cracks were heard.

Leorio, attempting to stop the fight, tried to run over to the match, but was blocked by Kurapika. "Gon will win," Kurapika said firmly, and Hisoka, eavesdropping, slyly smiled. "He won't," he purred, "If Gon's strength is nine out of ten, Y/n's pet would be around fifty million out of ten,"

"That doesn't even make sense!" Leorio protested, throwing a briefcase toward Hisoka's direction, but turned over when another set of cracking sounds was heard.

Killua looked over at Y/n. She looked nonchalant, but slightly irked. If not, she looked like a casual gambler in a game and lost all her coins after going all in. (if u understand) "That's it!" the guard yelled, slightly trembling.

(Gon fans, look away!) Gon was bruised left and right, his left eye severely swollen, and his fingers were purple and twisted. Not to mention his right leg and left arm, which looked dislocated.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche remained perfectly unharmed, not even looking like he dropped a sweat, casually squatting down to poke Gon's ribs. "Hm, he's taking it better than I thought he would," he frowned in disappointment, before stalking over to Y/n.

"I didn't kill him," he said with a smirk, and Y/n sighed, humming Moonlight Sonata as she walked over to Nentro, who was quietly observing the match. "Heal him," she demanded, and Nentro stroked his beard.

"Relax, Young lady, we originally were going to heal all injured contestants." Y/n crossed her arms and formed a pout as Gon was getting carried away.

"Well who's match is it now?" Y/n grumbled, twirling her mixed colored hair, which Killua eyed in interest. "Killua vs Gittarackur," Nentro replied.

"Glitter-cracker?" Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, before quickly humming Rondo alla Turca. "Dang it," she shifted her finger toward Killua. "Don't follow me," she warned playfully, before skipping away.

Gittarackur narrowed his small eyes, "What do you want?" he asked creakily. Y/n crossed her arms. "You know what I want," she said.

"Don't take away Killua," Y/n said, and the pin man looked at Y/n in interest. "Why would I?"

"I'm stupid, not dumb!" Y/n complained, kicking off her boots before wearing it again. Gittarackur bended his head down.

"You just proved your point," he said, creating creaking noises before stepping toward to fight.

"I mean it, Glitter-Cracker," Y/n repeated. Gittarackur creaked his head over.

He opened his mouth, but was stopped by Hisoka, who draped a hand over Y/n's shoulder.

"Ouch darling~" Hisoka purred as Y/n swatted his hand away.

"I need to deal with some things," Y/n cleared her throat, tapping on Scaramouche's chest, whispering things into his ear.

Scaramouche's mouth twisted downward as he listened. "That's not a very clever plan," he remarked.

"It'll work," Y/n reassured confidently.

"Hey!" Y/n waved toward Nentro. "I got a proposal for you!"

The plan would not only win the heart of a certain someone who's been glaring at her non-stop, and make her trip to meet someone more fun.

The certain someone with a cross on his forehead and slicked back hair.