Words That Were Never Said {HunterxHunter AU}

For Once Hisoka Is Of Help

When Killua decided to track down the customer who requested for Gon’s assassination, he was furious to find the person was none other than-

“Hisoka,” Killua growled, his voice full of barely controlled rage.

The pedophilic clown smirked with lustrous delight as he stood up from the chair he had been occupying in his hotel room. Killua didn’t step back. Not this time. Instead, he morphed his hands into blades, ready to strike out when he saw an opening. He was stronger than he was the last time he met the clown, and he could probably defeat him now. But he must be careful not to get overconfident either, or he would be underestimating his target.

However, Hisoka merely appeared amused than wanting to fight.

“Why, hello, Killua, long time no see.” Hisoka licked his lips. “I see you’ve ripened quite well. Oh, that murderous gleam in your eyes-”

“Why do you want Gon murdered? I thought Spiders weren't supposed to kill each other,” Killua hissed, advancing into the room so that he was within striking distance.

“Hmmm? Oh, that. Call it as a favour to your family.” Hisoka grinned as he saw terror trickling onto Killua’s features.

“Who-?” Killua snarled, but was interrupted by Hisoka.

“I can’t tell you, unfortunately,” Hisoka sighed. “He made me promise. But I figure you already know who it is, hm?”

Illumi.

Kalluto's hesitation...he must know about it too.

“Why did he do this?” Killua pressed. He wasn’t going to allow his only source of information slip out of his hand when he was so close. His family setting this entire thing up - it only angered him even more. Was he still being tested, despite being head?

Hisoka laughed. “I like how our conversation is going. Is this normally how you greet your old friends?”

“You were never a friend to me,” Killua hissed. “Stop changing the topic. Answer me.”

It was then Hisoka’s face dropped to one of seriousness. Killua stumbled in the sudden change. He didn’t know if the change in Hisoka's expression meant good or bad. Hopefully not the latter.

“Honestly, it would have been even more fun if he did tell me,” Hisoka said, the slightest tinge of disappointment in his voice. “Your brother is seriously no fun if he keeps this up, you know.”

Killua huffed, retracting his nails so that his hands returned back to normal. “I’ll pass the message. Is there anything else I should know?”

Hisoka grinned again, and Killua shuddered from under his gaze, or being even near him. “I was the one who told Gon about the assassination plot, but I doubt the information would mean nothing to you now. At any rate, your siblings are probably all against you, whether they want to be or not.”

Truthfully, Killua wasn’t even surprised one bit.

“Well,” Killua said, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking back towards the door. “Thanks for the info. Hope we’ll never meet again.”

Hisoka chuckled. Without even looking at the clown, Killua could imagine him with that still ever awful smirk on his disgusting red lips, those beady, golden eyes so unlike Gon’s watching him.

"The next time we do, I'll be standing over your dead body." was the last thing Hisoka purred as Killua slammed the hotel door shut.