My Pixie

Blueberry

After the memory came to the forefront of my mind I had a hard time pulling myself back into the present.

Hisoka was that man.

Now that I remember, the similarities are overwhelming.

Absently I walk with Hisoka to the exit, the cuffs falling off as we enter a stone room.

It was empty and a voice over the loudspeaker spoke our names and the time it took us to finish the tower, before claiming we were first and second place.

Leaving Hisoka’s side in what felt like years, I made my way to a far wall.

Sliding down I buried my face into my hands. 
   
“Care for another story~,” Hisoka asked, sliding down next to me.

I ignored him in favor of sorting out my feelings.

His presence wasn’t helping. I felt him lean in.

“Hmmm~” 
   
“I’m tired.” I snapped, curling into myself.

Taken aback, Hisoka was quiet.

Then he got up and walked to the other side of the room.

Closing my eyes I banged my head against the wall.

Without realizing it I was slipping into memory, images flashing under my eyelids. 

“Careful dear~,” A younger Hisoka said as a younger me collided with him.

Instead of pink hair, it was a fiery blue, he wore a sleeveless tank and baggy pants, with no shapes on his cheeks. 

“Watch yourself dick!” I yelled, glaring, and shoving past him.

A clawed hand gripped my shoulder painfully. 

“Now~ That’s no way to speak to someone.” He whispered low in my ear, promising revenge.

Throwing him off of me I aimed a punch at his smirking face.

We were causing a commotion in the middle of a busy street but I didn’t care.

Even as I realized the power difference, I didn't care.

I just wanted to fight someone, to get the shit kicked out of me and feel something.

I want to feel a different type of pain than the one in my heart.

Hisoka, though I didn’t know it at the time, dodged every move effortlessly.

Stubbornly he never raised a hand against me and it made me even angrier.

Then when I finally, finally, nailed him in the face, he backhanded me so hard I was sent flying.

He was too fast to react, grabbing me by the collar and bringing me to his face. 

“My~ You managed to get a hit in~ For that I’ll reward you by letting you live~”

Then he dropped me and attempted to walk away.

Standing I attacked him from behind, using Zetsu to sneak somewhere else before attacking.

Hisoka punched me in the face, a sick smirk on his lips.

I glared at him and swiped some blood from my nose.

His eyes lit up and he released a moan. 

“Dear~ You shouldn’t look at me like that~ I get too excited and we are in a busy street. Ahhh~ such a shame. Such. A. Shame.”