Le Clown Rose

5!

Neon lights whizzed swiftly from the car window. Bright, colorful lights danced like strobe lights in Opal's baby pink eyes as she gazed. She felt like she was searching for something, briefly distracting herself from the nightmare she lived by reminiscing her performances.
She was a perfectionist, but a sloppy one at that. Opal excelled when her skills weren't challenged, it was only when she was on top of the world that she shined with the sun's strength.

As much as she dreaded it, she expected this day to come. Hisoka had promised he'd come back and kill her when the time was right, and he was never one to break such promises. If he had a collection of fruits, she was most likely his least favourite one. She knew this fact very well, she hoped it would buy her more time.
She pretended like she wasn't a crying, shaking mess when she first came face to face with Hisoka, comparing their distraught reunion to her behavior in the car instead. She convinced herself she was calm and collected, replaying possible conversations in her head and how she would reply confidently to his quips.

"Don't fall asleep, gem."
Hisoka's smooth, buttery voice cuts through the soft rumbling of the car as it drove across the highway, snapping Opal out of her concentrated thoughts.
She was reluctant to say something back after just having played out scenarios in her head, but she was glad he was the first to say something.

"Where are you taking me?" Her voice was much quieter in comparison to his, her tone blending with the white noise of the car. He would have ignored her if she didn't turn around to look at him.

"I told you already, home."

"Why?"

Opal finally found an opening to start a dialogue with Hisoka, and she was determined to run with it even if it wasn't the time or place.
He flickers his eyes over to hers, his grin unexpectedly stretching further upwards at the loss in her pink pools.
"Don't tell me you're still scared?" He sighs, tearing his gaze away from her to pretend to be more interested in the deck of cards shuffling between his slender fingers.
"I thought your talk with Chrollo would have eased your nerves. You always did like to latch on the strongest."

An embarrassed huff exhales through her nose at his assumptions, her cheeks turning slightly red from the truth being revealed so nonchalantly.
"I do not." She weakly defends herself, voice trembling like she'd break down into tears at any given moment.

Hisoka quickly takes notice of this and glances at her, his grin widening even further as though getting aroused by the sight of her falling apart.

He suddenly becomes distracted as he glances at the driver at the front. His eyes quickly flicker around their surroundings, and Opal is suddenly much more aware of where they were heading. They were going deeper into a dark, empty forest. The neon lights were no longer providing her with a sense of security she didn't know she had, everything was suddenly dark.

Then, Hisoka lifts his hand. His sharp fingernails form a small sphere of his bright pink Nen that he then shoots straight towards the driver's neck like a rubber band.
"HISOKA, NO-"

Crash!

The driver was already swerving lifelessly by the time she could get any words of warning out. The front of the car smashed against a rigid tree trunk, the headlights flickering rapidly as smoke emerged from the crushed bumper and hood.

Opal immediately knocked herself unconscious when her head was slammed against the front seat. Her body lay limp beside the instigator, a massive, circular red mark already forming on her forehead from the impact.

Meanwhile, Hisoka was still. Still as a statue, he was. His shadowed eyes focused on the dead man in the drivers seat of the car, eyes lovingly trailing across the blood that smeared the pristine glass red.
"Oh..." He sighs to himself in the dead of the night, his body relaxing slightly against the car seat as he rolls his eyes back into his skull and licks his lips.
"Oh... mmmh... good."
He compliments himself for the chaos he ensued for seemingly no reason, he was proud of his behavior, an artist marveling at their own work.

His cock flared and became hard, pitching a strong tent in his white, baggy pants.
"Not yet, my friend." He whispers to his pulsating member, grazing a hand over it hesitantly as he sat in the disfigured car.
But it was too much for him to ignore right then and there. The smell of the blood, the limp body beside him, the dead man in the front. His senses were suddenly heightened as his bloodlust burst like angry waves in the surrounding area, scaring away any and all life forms that hid in the massive trees around them.

His fingers mindlessly shoved down his pants and he soon began pleasuring himself, throwing his head back and gaping his mouth open as he did so. He kept one eye open to take in the morbid scene before him, making sure to absolutely relish in it while he could, filling the silent car with his gasps and moans of pleasure.

Only a fool would ask why.

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The trip to the house was cut in quarters with the way Hisoka sped through the forest trees like a hound in a hunt. He would have taken the time to admire the calm night and rustling of the tall trees if he was the sort of person to enjoy such simplicity, but he was more concerned with getting the limp girl in his arms into a bed first.

He entered his home with ease, he kept the door open in the event that someone would like to come and spar with him. Some days when he was bored and had nothing to do, he wished for an intruder to invade his home.
Sadly, such things haven't happened yet.
Hisoka's home was modern but simple. He always enjoyed clean-looking abodes decorated with white stones and tiles, and he just so happened to stumble across the perfect one that even had a pool. He took it after killing the owners and made it his very own home.

Inside, he maneuvered his way up the stairs and towards the bedroom with Opal lying peacefully in his arms. Without any context, one would assume she was just sleeping.
Upon reaching the fluffy white bed positioned in the middle of the lavish bedroom, he gently placed her down on the left side and knelt down to take her heels off her feet. He neatly placed them aside and stood up right to analyze her.

Whatever was stewing in his head that didn't concern killing and becoming strong would always be a mystery, sometimes even to himself. There was no emotion on his face as he looked at her lying on the bed.
Mindlessly, he reached his hand out and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it down to cover the exposed skin of her thigh.

Must she always dress this way?

The thought crossed his mind, but he thought nothing of it.

And so, he left her alone to spend the night by himself. He simply showered, got dressed, and left.