As the Fruit Ripens (Hisoka X Reader)

Dirty Little Secret

The next few hours whiz by, still recovering from Hisoka's attack. You aren't quite sure how you got lost, nor do you know how to get back to the group. The fog is so thick and Satotz is so quick. You find yourself hopelessly alone with the sounds of the other examinees meeting their demise.

Something is watching you, their eyes burn dark lines in your back. You strengthen your nen, in hopes of intimidating whatever was following you. A twig snaps nearby, you stop, raising your fists and scan the surrounding area. You lower your headphones and focus on the sounds around you.

...

There! You brace yourself as a figure emerges from the fog.

"Number 35, I believe I told you to stay with the group."

You let your guard down, happy to see Mr. Satotz.

"Yes sir, I apologize! I must have gotten lost." You say, toying with the foam connected to your headset.

You take a step towards him, then you hear another twig snap. You thank whatever God is above that you hadn't put you headphones back on. Had the sound been dampened in the slightest, you wouldn't have heard another Satotz sneaking up behind you. Damnit! How stupid am I?

You pull a knife from each pocket, throwing one at each Satotz. The knives plung into the heart, the two man-faced apes release an inhuman scream as they parish before you.

Before you have the chance to equip your dagger, another man-faced ape is upon you.

"Seriously?!" You shout.

He grips your arms tightly, you swing your body backwards attempting to throw him behind you. He is too heavy and gains the upper hand, pinning you to the ground.

You struggle against his grip, just now noticing the group of apes gathering around your body cheering at your misfortune.

"Get off of me you bastard!"

You struggle to get back to your feet. The ape waves his comrades over, they gather around you, fear constricting your throat like a viper. Calm down, you need to focus.

You relax your body.

Ignore the fists; hitting your body like bullets.

Ignore the claws; like daggers ripping at your flesh.

You take a deep breath in.

The man-faced apes take turns beating on you.

Slowly releasing a breath, you focus your nen. Warm blood oozes from their clawmarks. Your body tingles, your aura glows bright.

The pain slowly ebs away, the apes falter.

Your muscles swell, veins popping up from your skin.

You release an animalistic cry, "I said, get. Off."

You swing your large arms, throwing the apes off. They shreik, having never expected this change of power. They thought they had you; they thought wrong.

You hop to your feet, roar once again, flexing your engorged arm muscles and charge towards them. You grip one ape by the throat, breaking his neck in the process.

Two other apes hop onto your back, beating you with their fists. You cackle, losing yourself in the battle. Your eyes glaze, a wicked smile growing against your lips.

You rip the two apes from your back, smashing them into each other. The force so great the two become an indistingishable pile of flesh.

You toss the mangled mess at the feet of your oppressors. They back away, hands up. You take a step forward and they bolt. You release another crazed cackle as they scamper away.