𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒;
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➤【 yandere adultrio x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, under the guise of a reaper, a woman applies to be a Hunter whilst trying to evade three killers who seem to want nothing more than for her to be...
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"KICK his ass, Reaper!" Leorio cheered.
Currently, Reaper stood in front of her opponent, the man revealing his name to be Garo. After Gon's victory from Hanzo's withdrawal, the second match began smoothly with Kurapika's win from Hisoka's concession, then the third match with Hanzo's win from defeat of Pokkle, the fourth match with Hisoka's win from defeat of Bodoro, the fifth match of Pokkle's win against Killua's concession, and the sixth match with Garo's win from defeat of Bodoro.
Finally, it was her turn.
He seemed wary to face her, as all who tried to fight her looked.
It was only a natural response.
Taking a step back, Garo watched in horror as Reaper began to grow in size, that familiar (F/C) mist surrounding her body to allow her to pull out her scythe, the weapon having tripled in size. Everything about her in that moment, including the long, dark shadow that she cast, truly allowed her to look like the fabled bringer of death. The Examiners and Examinees couldn't help but let out shocked breaths as their bodies stiffened in fear, the aura Reaper was emitting making their limbs feel like stone.
"W-What is this power?" Menchi gasped, her grip on Buhara's arm tightening as she felt the terror seep into her bones.
"Reaper," Killua mumbled, his crystalline eyes widening in shock. "How is he this powerful, if he's a fraud?"
Hisoka glanced down at Killua before his gaze then slid upwards to meet Gittarackur's, a knowing smile toying on his lips. It was clear to both men that whatever power they originally thought Reaper possessed was minuscule compared to what she was displaying now—it was a power so taut and tangible that many felt that, if they breathed even the wrong way, she would kill them.
"W-What are you?" Garo demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You should already know that by now," Reaper responded, her aura only growing by the second as her (E/C) eyes shrouded in absolute power and domination could be seen through the darkness of her hood. "...Garo."
"...I give up," Garo announced as he collapsed, his fighting spirit drained. "He wins."
There was a moment of silence until the slow sound of clapping filled the room, Reaper's gaze drawing towards Hisoka, the source of the clapping. An ever present smirk settled on his face, something she frowned at. The sudden noise, however, seemed to snap the group out of the daze they were in. The overseer, Masta, cleared his throat when being pulled from his daze.
"R-Reaper wins by concession!" Masta announced, letting his hand fall.
Reaper's body shrank, her scythe doing so as well until it disappeared into her (F/C) mist. Approaching Garo, she offered him a hand, something he flinched at as if he thought she were going to strike him. She found it somewhat amusing, but long ago had she felt herself growing tired of the fear she would see in people's eyes whenever she was so much around them.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she declared. "This fight is already over."
Swallowing thickly, Garo took her hand.
Giving him a brief nod in a show of sportsmanship, she turned back to the group of applicants, more specifically approaching Kurapika, Leorio, and Killua. The four boys each gave her shocked looks, blinking at her in disbelief as if they couldn't process what they had just seen.
"What?" She questioned.
"You're asking 'what?'" Leorio gasped. "No! We should be asking that! So, what was that!?"
"If you don't know, I am a Nen user," she proclaimed as she placed a hand to her chest, the boys' eyes flickering down to the bandage-wrapped limb. "A Specialist, to be precise. Though... unlike how you normally receive such a power, mine was brought out in a far worse way. That is all that I will say for now. I've never hid my abilities, so I don't understand why you all are so surprised."
"Nen?" Killua frowned, as did the other two boys as well. "What's that?"
Reaper stared down at him.
"Why should you tell them about that, Reaper?" A voice crooned, Reaper turning to face Hisoka who had approached the group. "I knew you were a powerful Nen user... but not quite on this level, I'm afraid. I do hope you can forgive me for seeing you in such a weak light." Dipping into a mocking bow, he raised his head to give her a sultry grin before humming, "Right, Reaper?"
"I don't feel much aggrieved," she answered. "Therefore, I don't need your apology."
"Still so cold."
"I have my reasons."
"But I wish to become closer," Hisoka straightened, ignoring the glare the three boys behind Reaper were giving him. "Because... I absolutely adore that power of yours."
"I'm afraid you will have to get used to disappointment when it comes to me," Reaper faced him. "Because I do not care for you in the least. I suggest whatever morbid curiosity you hold for me is dealt with."
His eyes curved with his smile.
It was clear he would not heed her words.
Ignoring Hisoka's rather lecherous stare, she instead turned her attention to the floor where Killua was. He stood before Gittarackur, the pinned man smiling eerily down at the boy as if he knew something the other didn't. Reaper couldn't explain it, but there seemed to be a type of familiarity brimming within Gittarackur's eyes when he stared down at Killua, something she frowned at, yet didn't comment on, instead staying silent so she could further observe what would happen. She didn't have to wait long, for as soon as Killua began approaching Gittarackur, the pinned man began to speak.
"It's been a while, Kil," he spoke in that distorted voice of his, the nickname making Killua freeze as he watched with apprehension the man remove his pins from his face, causing his appearance to distort into the man Reaper recognized from the island.
"Big brother!" Killua gasped, horrified.
Reaper raised a brow at that.
That man... is Killua's brother?
If anything, that was what I least expected to happen.
Lifting her chin, Reaper stared intensely at the man who began to explain he was merely there to obtain a license for an upcoming job before then berating Killua by proclaiming he was not fit to a Hunter, only that of an assassin who derived pleasure from killing. She wanted to scoff at his declarations, realizing then that the conversation they had had upon the Chairman's airship wasn't as random as it so appeared.
