Gracie Abrams is eking out a solitary existence, fighting day-in, day-out against the drain of working customer service and nursing two newborn kittens in her off time. Out on her own ever since her sister moved in with her boyfriend, the burden of...
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Hisoka strode several steps, grandiose movements that belonged in a ballroom and not on a rainy street. I was forced to walk on a limb that screamed in agony, though it didn't feel like it was still attached at this point. It could've been a jagged saw sticking out of my leg for all I knew.
Torturing me seemed to calm Hisoka down. The hunter's forehead smoothed, and his eyes danced as he pulled me in. I tried not to vomit. He interlocked our arms at our shoulders. I tried not to vomit.
I attempted to say something like, "Why do this?" but I'm not sure what actually came out.
"I didn't think I would find anyone interesting in this world."
Luckily or unluckily, it seemed Hisoka was in a chatty mood now. He hadn't killed anyone yet, and I remember that haze of murderous intent from before. He was still geared up, but he was doing a remarkable job of hiding it.
I was his target. I knew I was.
Just because I had never seen him play with his food before didn't mean this wasn't exactly what was happening between the panels of that manga. Perhaps Togashi-sensei couldn't make sense of the depravity that appeared in his mind, clueless of the visions he received from another world. Could you imagine waking up one day and suddenly being stuck with a guy like Hisoka in your brain?
"No nen, no hunters?" Hisoka's disappointment was palpable. "But I entered the contract anyway."
We slid left, and I was able to breathe a tiny bit as he held the calf of my broken ankle firm in his grip. Unfortunately, it made me totter like a spinning top, and the turbulent waves in my stomach rose too far up my esophagus for my comfort before settling down when he tucked me back in close.
"Contract?"
Hisoka yanked my hair, tipping my face up. His lips formed a pout as he flicked my nose. "I didn't have anything better to do, and it was only for three months." He shrugged as if that was good enough.
And it was. Hisoka was a traveler. A hunter. He explored his world, flitting from one continent to the next, always on the lookout for the next big thrill, the next big challenge. He lived to test himself against the world's greatest adversaries.
It was just his personality that sucked ass.
"It was a little disappointing when I saw the shinobi had his fangs removed," Hisoka sighed despondently, twirling us in another useless move. He hadn't let go of my hair, so my neck craned with him like I was trapped on a Tilt-a-Whirl. Being around Hisoka was definitely like a carnival ride. An overall lack of safety harnesses and strange sights you didn't know whether or not to believe. "I was debating trying my hand at evading this spell they put on me, when you came in," he smiled wide, showing me all his teeth. "How lucky."
