𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟔 | 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌

Everyday Pleasures

"LOOKS like it's just you and me~" Hisoka smirked, walking down yet again another darkly lit hall with Reaper by his side, the cloaked woman merely giving a silent nod in response. "It's not nice to ignore people, little fruit."

"What did you just call me?"

"Hm?" His smile broadened. "Little fruit?"

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's a particularly daft nickname that I will not stand for."

Hisoka chuckled briefly from her blunt responses, finding that just being near her gave him a sense of weakness. The raw power she unknowingly emanated made his knees weak, a rising hunger that grew each time he met with her. A hunger, that he didn't know if he would be able to suppress any longer.

This guy... when will I be able to fight him?

I can't wait to kill him.

Just imagining the feeling of spilling Reaper's blood, of being the one to spill that blood, gave Hisoka pleasure in ways that were similar to the idea of fighting him. But yet again, he would also have to wait. Upon reaching the end of the hallway, Hisoka watched as the brick wall slowly slid up to reveal a pitch black room, animosity emitting from the space in thick, tangible waves.

Stepping inside, Hisoka and Reaper were able to faintly see an outline of a figure in the darkness as the door behind the two closed. A flame burst from the corner, soon enough more candles being lit on the raised steps they sat upon to give the room a sickly green glow. The man sitting on the ground before them had scars crisscrossing along his face, his muscled form tensing in anticipation as if he had been expecting them. Which, truth to be told, was highly likely.

"I've been waiting for you," the man's deep voice boomed as he looked up with a smile, his canine-like teeth glimmering in the dim light. "Hisoka."

His dark eyes flickered to Reaper, lingering, sizing her up, before landing back on Hisoka.

"I'm not an Examiner this year—I'm here for revenge," he announced, standing up. "Ever since the last Exam, all I've thought about is killing you. They gave me a chance to beat the illusion that you gave me. The illusion of failure. And today I get payback for all the scars you gave me!"

"Those scars are but a symbol of your incompetence as an Examiner," Hisoka only gave a light chuckle. "Don't blame me for your inadequacies."

"Shut up," he snarled, pulling a second blade from behind him, spinning them threateningly. "Now prepare to die!"

The man threw his swords into the air, only to reach behind him and pull out another set. As he threw knife after knife at Hisoka, the magician merely flipping through the air to avoid the deadly spinning blades. The man then rushed at Hisoka with the daggers he had caught, gritting his teeth when he dodged his swipe, the grin coming back only a few seconds later when the second pair of blades came spinning back, slicing easily through the dodging man's shoulder.