Magician's Desire (Hisoka X Reader) [NOT FLUFF]

chapter four

You yawn as you hear his retreating footsteps, collapsing onto the high quality bed. Being on the two hundredth floor has its perks. You drift off into a cold place... One of terror and fire.
You can barely breath as the suffocating smoke erupts from the crackling flames, which engulf the entire grassy plain. A necklace of rope surrounds your neck. A noose. However, you could still breath, though it was difficult to do so. What you saw next was enough to stop your heart where it beat.
There was a line of dead bodies, all holding hands as they burned. You could make out the mutilated face of Gon and Killua. Kurapika and Leoreo were also amongst the flames. And directly in the middle was Hisoka. All of the corpses rose up together, their blackened hands still entwined together. Then...
They sang. They sang choirs of hymns and bible verses, their ghostly melodies ringing through your ears. Suddenly, Hisoka opened his eyes, the golden glow of his irises burning into you. He stalks toward you, plucking you from the tree you hung from. The rope snaps and falls, relieving your neck.
But to your dismay, he begins to choke you, cutting off your air supply.
"Y/n... I'll kill them. I'll kill them all. I'll kill everyone you love until all that's left to love is me. And when you finally find yourself falling at my knees, I will break you down until you are nothing but a corpse."
After his message, you begin to cry. Crying like it would do something. Cry like someone would here you. Care about you. But nobody came.
You awake, your throat burning, your eyes brimming with liquid. You touch your throat, the feeling of his fingers lingering. How had your brain come up with such a vial nightmare.
"H-Hisoka..." You say aloud, recalling the horrid dream.
You crawl out of bed and waltz to the elevator, wiping your tears away. You decided to watch a fight. You were bored and it was the middle of the night, so why not? You heard the screaming of fans and the yelling of competitors. You buy a ticket to a random match then sit down against the wall, waiting for it to start.
Not many people lingered in the halls, though some were chatting or watching the screen. You sigh and collect your thoughts, closing your eyes. You were just glad that you and your friends were safe. That's all that mattered.

Hisoka yawned in boredom as he watched the two weak men battle, their nen not as strong as he had hoped. He was looking for a good fight, and so far he was sadly disappointed. He edged towards the door as he felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a calm and powerful aura flowing by. It was y/n, he knew.
However, something was off about her aura. It was disturbed and unsettled. Hisoka decided to go see what she was up to at this hour. He pushes open the door and strolls down the vast halls. He found y/n with her eyes closed, leaning against the wall. Perhaps she had a troubling thought? Or perhaps a frightful experience?
Hisoka didn't really care either way. He concealed his presence and stalked over to her. He quietly sat next to her then slammed his hand onto her shoulders to spook her. She didn't scream or jump. She just opened her eyes and glared at him turning away and burying her face in her knees.
He was confused, to say the least. She seemed so sad. And scared. He leaned against the wall and casually tangled his fingers in her hair.
"Go away." She hissed, scooting over.
He scooted closer.
" I really don't want to see you right now. " she whispered, getting up and walking away.
Hisoka, of course followed her. He wound an arm around her shoulders and grinned, enjoying annoying you. She stopped walking, her shoulders rigid. She spun around.
"Look. I know that making people mad and stuff turns you on, but please take my feelings into account for once. I literally just experienced something tramatic. Leave me alone!" She shouts, running off.
Hisoka smiled, getting ready to chase her.