Chapter Seven

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by Barkimedes

by Barkimedes

(Hisoka's POV)

"Hisoka!"

It was a male voice calling out. His tone was of urgency, but Hisoka couldn't open his eyes, couldn't say a word. He couldn't do anything but listen to his own breathing and to the seemingly familiar voice calling out to him.

"Dammit, Hisoka! Wake up! (Y/N)'s in trouble!" The male said through gritted teeth.

As if it were an enchantment to wake the almost-conscious cardician fully, hearing (Y/N)'s name made Hisoka's whole being shudder. The thought of someone he vowed to protect getting hurt because of his incompetence made him angry. He was angry at himself. When his eyes opened, there were so many emotions in them that the male in front of him stood back in awe to see the once emotionless, heartless, ruthless killer feel so much in such a small amount of time.

"Feitan?" Hisoka whispered. "What.. where am I..?"

"You're in some dungeon the boss made," The male, now identified as Feitan, answered. "(Y/N)'s in here, too, but the boss put her somewhere else. I don't know where. All I know is that she needs our help; your help, Hisoka."

"Chrollo got her..?" Hisoka asked groggily, his head still aching from whatever caused him to be knocked out in the first place. Feitan could only nod. "Why are you helping me? I betrayed the Troupe, so did she. Why help us?"

Feitan pursed his lips as he untied the ropes binding Hisoka down to the chair he sat at.

"Say, Hisoka, do you know the reason why (Y/N) lost her memories?" Feitan asked instead of answering Hisoka's question. Hisoka shrugged, confused. "It's my fault."

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(Your POV)

You stared at the weird runic symbols on your wrists, trying to figure out how you can dispel them. The burns all over your body ached so much that you couldn't sleep a wink. You could barely move without whimpering, nor breathe without feeling labored.

"Just.. a little bit..." you wheezed. "Please, let me.. heal myself.. just the.. burns.."

You pleaded towards the guard who was stationed a few feet away from you. He was not of the Troupe, you knew. He had a different vibe. His eyes darted from you towards the door to his left. He shakes his head slightly, his try-hard emotionless face twitching. You knew what he wanted, a way into the Troupe.

"Please.. I.. might die.." you whisper, crying in pain as you breathed heavily. Tears rolled down your face down to the burns on your legs, and you couldn't help but shriek in horror. The pain was unbearable, the salt from your tears just rubbing the pain in more. "Pl..Please..! I don't want to die..!"

The guard looked once at the door, looked at you, and sighed. He slowly approached you with caution, and bent down.

"Please," He whispered. "Don't tell anyone it was me."

You smiled the best you could.

"Your secret's safe with me."

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G'night. :> Boyfriend is calling for me. Hahahaha bye <3

(I wrote this at 6 am with no sleep yet so excuse me hahahahaha)

~ Barkimedes