Blood in the Water

Part 5

"H-Hisoka? How..." You start as thoughts race through your head. Your body matches your mental state as you struggle to get to a sitting position. Your muscles were so sore. He smiles, seemingly please with your reaction. This was all a lovely game to him after all.

        "How did I get here?" You ask as a guttural reaction.

"You're a smart girl, what do you think? ♥"

I passed out right after landing the final blow. Boy did he hit the ground hard.

"So you must've found me on the floor, huh." you say, relaxing your posture. Hisoka was wearing a regular tee shirt, seemingly fresh out of the shower. He was wearing his hair down, and he didn't have the usual star and tear drawn onto his face. Whatever he used, it smelled really good.

"Not exactly. I watched the whole thing. You put on quite the show ~"

"You stood back and watched? You're a sick man you know."

"Consider it a test. ♥"

   "..."

"Oh don't look at me like that. Lucky for you, I'm possessive over my toys. I wouldn't have let him kill you. ♥" He smiled, sitting on the foot of the bed. You laugh.

"Me, your toy?  Hell no. Thanks for not killing me I guess but now I'm leaving." You say as you inhaled, wincing through the pain as you rip the blanket off your body. The cold air tinged your skin, the least of your worries.

"Do as you wish~" He taunts. You glare and force your legs off the bed and plant your feet onto the floor. A mix of exhaustion and pain riddled your body. You hesitate, questioning whether you're physically able to get back to your room. It could be on the other side of the building for all you knew. This didn't pass the jester.

"While you're here, how about you tell me about your nen, flower. ♥"

That stupid pet name...

"Of course you're interested all of the sudden after your own private show. What's with the nickname?"

"There's no real explanation for it. I just like keeping you in my sight I suppose. But I must be careful, flowers don't last long after its been cut from it's roots." He answers, having a strange intensity towards the end of his sentence. His warm smile contrasted the tinge of blood lust leaking from his aura. The familiar descriptions swirl on your head.

Scary and sexy? No, get that out of your head.

       You decide to comply with his initial question since he answered yours first. Maybe some good intel will come out of this conversation.

"I can manipulate mass, and density." You put bluntly.

"Fascinating. And who trained you?"

"My father. But you already know that, don't you?" You say. He laughs.

        "And here I thought I was being sneaky. What gave it away my dear? ♥"

       "I guess it was just a hunch. I figured there must've been a reason you were interested in me in the first place. Besides, you seem like someone who gets to know the people around him."

      "Word got around that one of the finest nen trainer's daughter would be fighting her way through the arena. I can't say I was surprised when you climbed so fast~ ♥" He says, relaxing into his posture a little more. You feel a little blush rise on your cheeks. You hated it, but it felt amazing to be refocused by such a powerful person. An attractive one at that.

       "But that wasn't the only thing. Nen looks similar in families you know. I know you'll do great things some day, Y/n." He says as his voice gets darker and his yellow eyes burn through your soul. The blood lust is continuing to spill over little by little. Any normal person would be running. Maybe you're a little crazy but to you this was so goddam sexy.

Coming back to your senses, you become determined to exit the situation. You hold your breath and stand. You didn't even have the strength to hold your body. You collapse to your knees. You curse to yourself under your breath. Vulnerability has never been a comfortable state for you.

"Surely you've trained enough to know when you haven't regained your strength.♥" He watched. He was right but you felt you had no choice but to try.

"Ya know I've never been the best at taking compliments. Or being taken somewhere unconsciously." you say. He chuckles and gets up, offering you a hand. He might have even looked princely if he didn't have that hungry look in his eyes again. You take his hand.

"As I said before you're free to leave whenever you wish, or are capable in this case. You're very true to your nen type, flower. ♥" he states. You use his hand to pull yourself back on the bed. He sits next to you.

"What do you mean?" you ask, careful but intrigued.

"Manipulators are argumentative and logical. They advance at their own pace and tend to want to keep their families and loved ones safe. On the other hand, when it comes to pursuing their own goals, they tend to ignore what others might have to say about it. Whether it's for their own good or not." Hisoka looks over at you. Your lack of a reaction spoke for itself.

"It seems I hit the nail on the head.♥" He smiles. You take notice of how handsome the man really was. His features were perfection, even this close. You realize your gaze lingered just a second too long and you averted. It was easy to embrace his lure when he was speaking to you without blood lust leaking from the seams.

Snap out of it Y/n, those thoughts are nothing but trouble.

"What about yours? Your nen type."

"I fall under the transmutation category. Whimsical, prone to deceit, fickle. It's often transmuters are outcasts due to their unique attitudes. Often they put forth a facade while hiding the truer aspects of their personalities. Even when they don't hide their personalities they rarely reveal their true intentions. ♥"

Point one, Hisoka.

"Did you come up with this stuff?" you turn to him.

        "Indeed. In order to fool others, you must understand how they think first." he goes on. It felt like you two were actually having a conversation. Maybe he was genuinely interested in talking to you, or maybe he truly did have something to get out of it. He's probably taking advantage of you. But god why does he have to be so attractive while doing it?

You begin feeling light headed again. Was sitting up and having a conversation really too much? He must've caught on.

"Here." he says as he helps you lye back onto the bed. He adjusts the blankets accordingly.

"Stop that. Its out of character, just like how you said. What are your true intentions here Hisoka?" You ask bluntly.

"...If you die now, I'll never get the chance to fight you. ♥"

I don't know whether it's instinct or hopes that's telling me that he's not telling the truth...

Before you got a chance to rebut, a wave of sleepiness hit you like a truck. The last thing you remember was the ceiling fan and his scent all around you. Absolute bliss.