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

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

After a couple of weeks living side by side with Hisoka, I came to a simple, yet obvious conclusion.

He was one horny clown.

There hadn't been a day which we didn't commit to doing the deed. Location, time and mood were secondary. When we decided to shower together this fine morning, starting off with the odd discovery of his spider tattoo he removed so suddenly before joining me under the water, I bluntly asked him why I never noticed it before during one of our love making sessions. I really didn't expect for him to answer, as he was busy with massaging my shoulder, yet our conversation went as follows:

"So what now, are you a spider?"

"Claim to be. Not really tho. Its all about texture surprise and then you know bla bla bla, not to forget about the fact that bungee gum does in fact have properties of both rubber and gum, and then the urge of wanting to fight any powerful person ever for the sake of entertainment and well then there's also..."
.....and so on. I cut him of by a quick notice that I used to be a spider as well. Went like this:

"I used to be one"
"A what?"
"Spider"
"Oh yeah? Why did you leave - pass me the soap will you"
"I kinda pissed off their leader"
"Chrollo?"
"Was that his name?"
We went back to making out and making Santa like beards out of foam after that.

A few days later

I honestly didn't expect him to write a letter. Him of all people, writing a letter for something as simple as this. The lady at the counter called for me after one of my fights in the arena, and informed me of his suggestion of a publicly viewed match. I immediately agreed, but when I asked when it were to be scheduled, she told me there were over three months left. What shall I say, it did quite surprise me. Why would he give me so much time to prepare, knowing that I had trained with fathers teacher prior to visiting the arena? That he would arrive earlier than stated was fairly obvious to me. As a matter of fact, it was less his uncommon announcement and more his reasoning what bothered me. I didn't quite understand his motive. The sibling rivalry between us three had been clear from the day father decided to treat us based entirely on our skill level. Yet still, I felt like there was more to it, though I couldn't quite wrap my head around what exactly that was. My stomach did a flip, and not of the good kind, when I remembered my actual reasoning for arriving at this place. Heavens Arena. A place for fights. For murder. For rivalry and chivalry. For loss and success. If I want to beat him, I have to aim to kill him with every single punch I throw at his face.

Hisoka came by every evening. And morning. Whenever he could actually. He started preparing meals for me after I came back from one fight after another in the arena. I was having a winning streak, and wasn't planning on changing that anytime soon. We ate together, laughed, and our relationship slowly developed into something more than sex and make out sessions in showers, elevators or kitchen tables. I actually got to know him. For instance, I found out that he sucked at playing cards and was a terrible loser at chess. He would pout and throw down the whole board midway into the game realizing I was just about to checkmate him, once again. His favorite food was anything with pumpkin really, maybe because he looked like one himself when he decided to smile. He chewed more gum than I drink water, and he took manicure very seriously. He loved wearing nail polish, and would paint his nails according to his outfit every morning. That's some dedication right there.

He enjoyed being the one that dominated the game, wether it was in bed, during a classic game of poker, or any day to day conversation. He loved having them upper hand on you. Yet, and I must admit I was quite surprised, he was one who seemed to gain some sort of validation from being dominated once in a while. Whereas losing any sort of game made him frown bitterly, mocking him and kicking his ass every now and then really lightened up the mood. He liked knowing that I was strong, and requested an arm wrestle at least once a day, (the score currently is 10:9 in my favor, although he claims that that is merely due to him making the mistake of wearing the wrong shirt that night)

The minutes and hours we got to spend alone felt like days, all meaning a lot more to me than ever before. I learned to treasure time spend with one another, yet appreciated some me-time and understood the meaning of distance. Soon, months had passed. We had settled in a rather large two person apartment on the 230th floor. With enough space for training, eating and laughing, the place we had slowly turned into something we could call home, and Hisoka turned into someone I felt safe with. Someone I could call my boyfriend. My partner. The person I belong to. Atleast for now.

The nights got longer, the daylight shorter. The stars were high up already before either of us had gotten to sleep. The wind blew cooler, and my sensitivity towards chilly weather made itself visible. My favorite season of the year of was approaching at the same time the moment of my death was ringing at my door.

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Illumi arrived at midnight. I was teared out of my dream by his intimidating aura. I sat up in the way too soft mattress, seeing Hisoka already wide awake sitting on the bed frame. The room was pitch dark, but my eyes made out every movement. His chest slowly raised and lowered itself, but the tension in his muscles filled the room with an unwanted sign of alert. I could hear his steps echo through the building and slowly come towards our apartment. One after the other, his light yet present feet walked towards us. He easily entered the building without any guards knowing. These steps weren't meant for them. They weren't meant to be heard by anyone except of us. Except of me. It was his way of saying "I am here. I am here to get you. You...you...you" the thought echoed in my head. A faint knock on our door made me jump back into reality. "I have arrived" it wasn't even a whisper, I wondered if it may have been the icy wind entering through a small window, but it resounded in my ears way to long for it to not be existent. It was him. And he was stronger than ever, ready to kill.

The evening after his appearances the lady announced a fight that would still be talked about in decades. A fight for the history books. The way she over exaggerated made me shake my head while waiting in the preparation room behind the arena. A small tv gave me insights of what was happening inside. The announcement of a "battle between members of the Zoldyck family" which would "revolutionize the way the world viewed the famous assassins" surely attracted more people than expected. I hadn't planned that this would end up being such a big thing, but I didnt mind it. There was more to his motive, and I hoped that he would reveal it this time. Explain why he had always been so absent. So careless.
It was a battle without rules. A battle of life and death. If I wished to stay alive, killing him was my only chance. We both knew that way too well. I took one last breath before entering the ring with black flames swirling around me, and an applause that felt endless.