Who's the Clown now? || Hisoka x Reader ||

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Hisoka's POV

Watching Illumi look at her with a face of slight terror was a rather new sight for me. Ive never seen him even so pale, and he was already white as my bedsheets. His quiet begging, arms holding onto her ankle in covetousness - all in all, it was a terrifying sight. After all, it was her who possessed the power to put him in such state of affliction.

It was Illumi who collapsed first. His head hit the ground with a loud *thump* and only seconds after, hers followed. I was tempted to run towards her and catch her, but I didn't. I let her fall, head first, which was perforated with little wooden splinters. They dug deeper into her scalp, as the blood puddle sucked her body in, covering it with its intriguing lipstick red color. Two guards ran towards the two lifeless bodies and carried them to the health station. The others might not know, but judging by their Nen, both were surprisingly close to death. That was a close call. I look at her, hair messy and blood clumps in it, clothes soaked, face in pain. What if Illumi would've used his full potential? What would've happened then? I ask myself, not wanting to know the answer.

Ignoring, or rather, hiding these emotions, I let out a chuckle. "Hah..what a fascinating fight. Too bad they both collapsed so early." I click my tongue and I turn away from the scene, only to be stopped by Killua. He had tears in the corner of his eyes. "Who", his voice was steady, but you could sense him holding back his tears, "no, what on earth do you think you are? You disgusting, malevolent, fucking" he swallowed, "disgusting assclown. I don't even know if you are human. That was my sister, and believe it or not the other guy was my brother. They are my FAMILY." The tears started running. "Don't you dare to ever fucking say something like that about them" he sobbed, "ever", his voice was shaky, the tears hitting the floor with a splash, "EVER AGAIN!!" He turns away, wiping his tears off his face. I laugh, and pull him back. Grabbing his arm, and bend down and stare right at him. Quietly I whisper "look at you....using such foul words and acting all grown up" he pulls himself out of my grip. "Shut up you damn clown" he says, looking straight at me. "Hhmmm..." I say, turning my back to him. "I prefer the term Magician" I laugh, and walk off through the open doors.

Killuas POV

How? How you ever be with someone like him. I look at her, eyes closed, cables sticking out of her veins. She looks so peaceful. "Please dont ever be with someone like him" I murmur, before the tears start to break out again. In the far distance I hear Leorio screaming. I see gon, eyes closed, breaths unsteady. Illumi was next door. I checked on him once. He looked cataclysmic, blood everywhere, face in such pain I couldnt bare stand next to him. I may hate him. But deep down I love him.

I love you both.
You are family.
Family.
And now you're almost gone.

Hisoka POV

It was night. Maybe 3 or 4 in the morning. She woke up once. Then never again. Her heart was still beating. Her lungs were still working. I stood there, watching her from the window. My own heartbeat filled the silence with a rhythmic sound. The leaves of the tree I sat in quietly danced in the wind. What do I do? Help me. What do I tell you. How do I tell you that im so in love with you. That im sick of being the bad guy. Sick of hurting people.

Save me

I jump down the tree and walk away. I watch, as I flick the hunter license between my fingers, the moonlight making it sparkle every other twist and turn.

Goodbye, cat...

—> TIME SKIP <—

Yamis POV

A few days later.

I mean, I'm not fine, not at all, but Im alive. And to be honest, taking all the blood I lost and the surgeries I went through into consideration, I'm actually doing pretty well. The moment I woke up again, Killua hugged me so tight I actually thought it was over. It was about 28 hours after my fight against Illumi.

Illumi. He was still asleep. I keep blaming myself for what I did to him. Every time I used my Horror vision I promised myself that it was the last. I knew he didn't give it his all. I know he went easy on me. I would've been dead if he would've been for real.

But I'm glad he didn't. Not because I'd be 6 ft under the ground by now, but because I still sense a loving bond from him that way.

Gon was up a lot earlier than me. He and Killua prepared a meal for me. It wasn't half bad, if you ignore the uncooked shrimp and the wet and soaking rice. I was happy. This whole journey sure wasnt the most challenging thing I've ever done. But it was a journey filled with new experiences, connection, and most importantly, friends. I found friends. And I abandoned my past life being an assassin. Ha, what a win.

We were all awarded the hunters license. The judges decided that Illumi deserved one too. So, about 35h after the fight, we all stood in front of the old building, holding our Hunter licenses, watching them sparkle in the sunlight. After some small talk, Leorio and Kurapika announce that they will be heading off to take their own paths. Kurapika wanted to get revenge, and Leorio wanted to study. The moment he announced his carrier plans, I thought, I can see him being a doctor, and laughed when Killua only shook his head and mumbled "welp, good luck with that"

Killua decided to go with Gon, and I advised them to start learning Nen. Both their faces lit up when I tried explaining what exactly Nen was, and they happily ran off to find Master Wing. Before leaving, Killua turned back and hugged me tight, and walked into Illumi's room, quietly saying "See you soon bro". I said goodbye too, and headed towards my next goal. Winning in heavens arena. Walking off into the bright sunlight, it almost looked like I could start a new life. Be a new me. With-

And well, thats when it hit me. He wasnt there. He left. I noticed when I woke up that he wasnt here anymore, but I secretly wished him to suddenly walk out a random door and surprise me. Just to see his face one last time. To kiss his lips one last time. To feel his body one last time.

One lasts time, before I'd admit that I killed his father.