𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐𝟒 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀

Everyday Pleasures

WHAT is he doing?

(Y/N) watched as Hisoka released a deadly amount of his aura upon Gon and Killua reaching the 200th floor, the air stifling with menace that made the boys stand frozen in pure fear. If (Y/N) were being honest, the two boys had ascended far quicker than that she anticipated, so much so that she wasn't expecting them to be there to run into Hisoka. As if able to feel her frigid glare that contained an equally as dangerous threat, Hisoka turned towards (Y/N), the boys staring in shock as his Nen receded.

"(L/N), I ask that you don't interfere with this," Hisoka exhaled, his golden eyes flashing.

"I'm able to stand them—far better than you, whom I cannot stand," (Y/N) uttered as she stepped in front of Hisoka, blocking his view of Killua and Gon. "It would be wise not to push them so far when I am here."

"'(L/N)?'" Killua frowned, his blue eyes creasing. "You're Reaper, though. Or is that your real name? Why does he know that?"

"Let's say he bribed a receptionist," she proclaimed as her gaze slid to the corner of her eye to meet his stare. "Though, it is only my last name. I see no reason why anyone has to learn anything further."

Both of their jaws dropped simultaneously as they took in that new information, the dark figure they were accustomed to seeing as just the literal personification of death now having an air of humanization around her. It was shocking to say the least. Killua, out of the two, looked the most puzzled, as if comparing the Reaper from legend to the Reaper that he knew, finding two different yet two very similar beings.

"Listen, Gon, Killua," (Y/N) began again, snapping them from there shock. "Hisoka isn't right to implement his Nen like this, but he is right about one thing: you two are not ready for this floor, regardless of what you think. It'll be like naively walking into a lion's den waiting to be eaten alive."

Killua didn't seem affected by her words, but Gon visibly shuddered.

"He's right," a voice from behind the two boys announced, a young man rounding the corner with his hands clasped behind his back while his glasses-framed eyes narrowed in disappointment. "Don't act so recklessly."

"Mr. Wing!" Both boys gasped.

"What he's saying is true," the man known as Mr. Wing continued. "You have no defense against his, or anyone else's, Nen. As it stands, you're both naked in a blizzard wondering why it's so cold. If you continue to strain your bodies, you both might die,"

"So, this is Nen!?" Killua shouted, sparks of anger residing in his voice. "He can stop us from moving forward through willpower? You liar!"

"Yes, I was lying," Mr. Wing confirmed with a small smile playing on his lips. "Though, some of what I said was technically true. I will teach you the truth of Nen. So, for the time being, I suggest we withdrawal."

With that, the three left.

Hisoka smirked behind the arm shielding his face as his eyes tracked them leaving, his hand still out in a threatening show that he would use his own Nen again if he needed to. (Y/N) let out a small sigh when the three finally disappeared around the corner, knowing that they would be back soon since they were known not to give up. Not only that, but they'd only have until midnight to register for a fight or they'd lose access to the 200th floor and likely have to restart.

She then turned away from Hisoka.

"Where are you going?" He immediately questioned upon noticing her movement out of the corner of his eye, his brow raising.

"I'm registering for another fight," she answered whilst filling out the custom paperwork. "Why? Is that so unusual for me to do?"

"Would it kill you to keep me company for a little while?" He gave her a fake pout.

"It would kill me, yes."

"Sounds exquisite~."

"I'll be back shortly," she stated, completely ignoring his statement as she turned back around to face him. "I don't think I'll be gone for more than an hour."

"It seems you're quite confident," Hisoka hummed as he nonchalantly threw a card at the wall, that stuck due to his Nen sharpening the edges—like a dart thrown at a board.

(Y/N) glanced back at him one more time before stepping into the elevator, ascending several floors before the doors opened to reveal, yet again, another arena that was packed with both hers and her opponent's fans. Standing below the floor, waiting for the platform beneath her to rise, she stood to attention at the sound of Cocco eagerly announcing the upcoming fight while the floor parted, the bright overhead lights illuminating every space and able to make it so that she could clearly see her opponent's face. Much to her surprise, her opponent was someone that she knew.

"Everyone, today we have another match between (L/N), an almost personification of death, and Garo, the man akin to a predator taking down his prey!" Cocco cheered as she bounced up and down excitedly, her orange hair moving with her.

(Y/N) lifted her chin.

Garo?

That's right...

I fought him during the Hunter Exam—well, I faced him and he immediately conceded.

Is that why he's here?

If he's here, then he must have mastered Nen... or like Gon and Killua know nothing about it and is naively walking into his death.

As (Y/N) faced Garo, she could see that same type of fear in his eyes when originally facing her, but now, there was something different—something more primal, more controlling, more deceptive. Then, there was the pride and determination that raced through his veins and urged him onwards to defeat the foe that had limbs since haunted him.

(Y/N) stood there, waiting.

Let's see how far you've come, Garo.

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To be continued...