Reborn (Slow Updates)

Chapter 39

Here it is. The long-awaited battle between Kastro and Hisoka. Standing in front of the middle row seats, I could hear the entire stadium cheering and screaming. Why I decided to go to the match even after saying I didn't want to go? Well, it's simple. Killua got to me. He taunted me, which made me rethink my decision. That boy pisses me off sometimes, but whatever. Killua sat in a row of his own, so I was by myself here with a few people standing next to me.

The fight hadn't even started yet, and everyone was going nuts. 'This doesn't really seem that exciting to me. It's all the same anyway.' I thought, gazing at both Kastro and Hisoka as the announcer yells through the mic. I was barely listening as my focus was solely on the fight that was about to start. Then, Kastro started speaking to Hisoka, but no one really could hear through all the loud cheers.

Of course, I already knew what was being said, and could only fold my arms while still waiting for the dang fight to start. I never realized how long these scenes took, but now I was witnessing it in person. "So long..." I mumbled out, a little annoyed at how much this entire thing was dragging on. I probably shouldn't have come, but that stupid albino boy was the cause of me changing my mind.

Still standing in the middle row, I was about to take a seat when I noticed Hisoka's gaze giving me a side glance. Seems like he noticed that I had come after all. Hisoka didn't even have the decency to listen to Kastro, which I found a little funny. Mouthing to the clown a 'Pay attention,' Hisoka gave me a smirk that sent a chill down my spine. 'What a pervert-' I thought, pretending to vomit before taking my seat.

Although, that smirk told me that Hisoka was going to give it his all. I mean, Kastro dies anyway, right? Nothing will surprise me.

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Listening to the entire crowd cheering, my (e/c) eyes were focused on Hisoka who began to turn around and walk off the arena. He had won, just like I expected. He seemed more confident though since I was watching him. The pedo-clown, giving me one more look, only continued to walk away with the announcer yelling through the mic.

"Kastro's down and not getting up! Hisoka wins by knockout!"

My eyes, that were focused on the clown, slowly glanced at his hand that he was holding under his armpit. Now thinking about it, it kind of grossed me out that Hisoka could just get his hands chopped off without so much of a fuss. I mean, he could just get it stitched up, but still. Almost cringing, I stood up from my seat and began to make my way out. I was going to wait for Killua outside, which shouldn't be a problem since I told him in advance.

"Man, what an idiot." I said to no one in particular while walking out. Once I was out of the crowded arena, I stood near the wall to wait for Killua with my arms folded. It took, literally, 5 minutes for the white-haired boy to come on out. And, as soon as I laid eyes on the albino boy, I gave him the biggest glare that I could muster. "Hey, (y/n)-"

"Why did it take you 5 minutes to come outside, huh? You're lucky I even waited." I said, my tone a little annoyed. Yes, I wasn't exactly being patient, but Killua isn't patient either. "Ah, well, I was looking for you." Killua replied back, raising a brow. Only giving the albino boy a deadpanned expression, I mentally facepalm myself at how dense he really was. I had told him before the fight even started that I'd be waiting for him outside.

"Are you dumb? I said I'd wait for you out here. You wasted 5 minutes just to not find me."

"I forgot."

"I see that." I said, shaking my head and letting out a small sigh while placing a hand on my hip. "Well, whatever. You should probably meet back up with Gon." Killua's gaze was now showing a hint of confusion. I could already tell what he was going to ask. "You aren't coming with?" Shaking my head, I rub my temple for a second as I felt just a little dizzy. Then, after a moment of not answering the white-haired boy, I heard Killua speak up once more. "Why not?"