Psychotic Protection (Hisoka X OC)

The Misery Boat

It took me but a day to find the coast line. Sure I left the others far behind in my tracks but I was still fueling off of my anger. I could of calmed down and let myself go into a stage of self pity and depression but I didn't want to. I didn't want anyone around whenever that happened, I wanted to be in a dark room all alone where I can wail as loud as I wanted. I didn't want to show anymore weakness. Some may argue my anger is weakness but that's because they haven't felt my wraith in the form of a swift kick to the ass. 

I walked around the harbor in search of a small ship that I could handle by myself if needed. Who knows, maybe I'll ditch everyone here. No, I have to at least take Meg and my mother to the island. Hisoka could swim the whole way for all I care. Maybe a water dragon or siren will find him along the way and make him there bitch. I was so pissed that the bond only made me feel a tiny bit guilty about my actions and thoughts. I was so caught up in my inner turmoil that I passed by a ship that was for sale and perfect for me. It took me a few minutes to regester what I just seen and the significance of it.

I growled deep in my throat and turned around. I walked down the peer and knocked on the side of the boat. I heard a loud bang followed by a mans yelp. After a few more noises that I figured to be him scurrying towards me he appeared on deck. He was an elderly man and had a missing hand, how generic.

"Well, good evening there young lass. What could I do for you today?" He asked giving me a smile.

"How much for this ship?" I asked. I was thinking around 25,000. It was a nice ship but it looked old. The white paint was chipped in places. One of the railings were broken and it wasn't the largest ship I had seen by far.

"35,000." He said confidently.

"Hmmmm, 25,000." I said.

"30,000 and not a jenny less." He said with finality in his voice.

"Fine, do you acept digital transfers?" I asked pulling out my phone. He narrowed his eyes at me for a split second before nodding and pulling out his own phone. It took us about four minutes to transfer the money to his account then make sure it was correct. Once I was done the others came walking up to us.

"Sorry my friends but she already bought the boat." The guy said watching Meg and Hisoka come near.

"We're not here to buy the boat. We're here for her." Meg told him. "I can't believe you ditched us! Your mother was worried sick over you." Meg scolded.

"She can't get sick, besides I don't see her around now." I pointed out.

"That's because she's doing something." Meg stressed.

"Well then, the ship is yours now. I'll get out of your hair now, nice doing business with you." The man said bowing to me before walking off the ship. Meg and Hisoka got on after he was a ways away.

"Where's my mom?" I asked Meg.

"She's inside my vector." She shrugged. She must of seen the look on my face cause she continued. "I can store a soul in each vector and pull them out whenever I wish. Your mom asked for me to store her and bring her out when we get to the island. She's really anxious to go there. When stored it's like sleeping. It's all black and most the time you don't remember anything but blackness."

"I see, well Meg. We need to go shopping for supplies before we set sail. You, I suggest you get a head start on swimming." I said glaring down Hisoka.

"Awe, come now Liz. You need to let go of the past and move on, just as your mom told you." He cooed.

"I would if the past wasn't bonded to me." I grimaced.

"Your no fun Liz, I remember when you weren't such a stick in the mud." Hisoka lamented but I knew he was just trying to get a reaction from me. I took a deep breath and let it out.

"Well, maybe if someone hadn't thrown me in the mud in the first place." I huffed.

"Alright dirty stick, can we go now?" Meg asked boredly.

"Watch it stumpy." I snapped walking down the wooden bridge.

"Wow, that was fucking low." Meg growled following me. You know that moment in life where you shove your foot in your mouth and you can either pull it out and appologised or keep it in and play it off? This is one of those moments and my anger was leaning more towards shoving my whole leg down my throat. Good thing I had some self control though.

We got supplies barely talking as we did unless it was necessary, funny how many things in life isn't necessary. Kind of makes me wonder if I should of stayed on the island in the first place. I finally bought a shirt for myself getting sick and tired of people looking down at my cleavage. It's not like there was much to look at, unlike Meg. I looked at her chest and noticed that she wasn't even wearing a bra. After discovering this I told her to go pick out a bra, if she had trouble get a worker to help. In ten minutes she came out now wearing a bra under her dress, or should I say shirt. I almost didn't pay for it and made her put it back. Her chest popped out very noticeably and I was discussed or envious, not that I would admit that.

Meg seemed to insist on buying lot of meat. I just related it to the fact that she was a cannibal. Another thing I noticed is that is she seemed to use her vectors a lot. It was good that we were in such a overly crowded place filled with people who just wanted to get there shit and leave. We unloaded at the ship and got ready to sail. I grabbed black paint and a brush.

"What are you doing?" Meg shouted to me.

"Naming the ship." I said as I painted Misery in bold black letters on the side. I took a step back and admired my handy work for a second before getting onto the ship.

SIX HOURS LATER

I sat on the front railing of the ship with my feet dangling over the ledge. Me and Meg still hasn't spoken same goes for Hisoka. I closed my eyes focusing on the salty breeze and the rocking of the ship. It helped me clear my head so I didn't have to think about the last few days. I know what I'm doing once I get on the island, raiding Willsons wine celler.

"Darling, how are you holding up?" I heard my moms voice say from behind me.

"I'm still in one peice for now." I sighed.

"Your so different from the little girl I remember. What happened to you? You were so carefree and happy then?" My mom asked after a few minutes of silence.

"You died, dad died. I lived on the streets for a couple of years then took the hunter exams where I meet that thing. Then I went to a battle arena where I was found by the same family that destroyed the island. I killed the leader and read their diary. Found the island and found out the truth through visions. Then once we leave with a few books on who and what I am it decided to hire a assassin on me. I fled back to the island and meet the Grand and All Mother. Stayed for a year, did some shit then left.

I went back to the battle tower and meet a man named Mar. He agreed to be my protector unlike it. It felt so good to feel so in control finally. Then he showed up and fucked it all to smithereens and killed him. I went after him in my greif, and had no choice once again to make him my protector. Mom, this world is a cruel place. Those who are to kind hearted, die or get taken advantage of. It was a lesson that both you and father taught me. Probably the most valuable one I could've learn too." I told her.

"Yes but, are you happy the way you are?"

"Well, shit hasn't ever turned out the way I wanted it to. It didn't as a child and it isn't as an adult. Mom, I don't think it would of mattered what type of person I was because of what I am. But, I guess I am happy with the way I am. I mean, I'm not being screwed over by people, mostly. I don't feel like I'm so ignorant anymore and the chances of me being blindsided has been cut down." I shrugged.

"Then I'm happy for you." She said.

"Thanks, I guess." I said not knowing what else to say. Mom stayed around me in silence as I just sat around. At least I felt like me and my mom were fine now. That was a thing that had been looming over me. If only all my problems could be resolved this easily. I know that would be asking for too much.