Toyed [hisokaxreader]

~Chapter Eleven~

Still shackled to the wall, you aimlessly watched the two men battle it out. Well, it wasn't much of a battle if you were being honest. Hisoka was just toying with the poor man, who from what you learned of their short conversation, had been waiting and training a whole year for the sole purpose of killing the jester. It really was a pity all of his determination had to be wasted in such a short amount of time.

You watched the man throw two blades rather quickly, then watched as he threw a second pair, the first pair coming back like a boomerang. He was basically juggling the knives horizontally at the clown. How ironic... you rolled your eyes at the two males.

You could tell Hisoka was having a grand time continuously dodging the man's attacks, getting the satisfaction of the man becoming more and more frustrated.

Already bored and itching for this to be over, you called to Hisoka, "Oi! Stop playing already! My arms are getting tired!" You started swinging your arms for emphasis. 

Hisoka looked over to you and in the split second that he wasn't paying attention, two of the man's blades sliced his shoulder and his side, and you felt a twinge of guilt knowing it was partly your fault. You made a mental note to apologize for that later.

The jester already getting bored, he simply caught the blades the man was throwing, much to the man's dismay, never losing his playful demeanour. The man, now horrified, yelled in anger as his own blade decapitated him, the force of the throw also effectively blowing out the candles.

Huffing, you mumbled, "Damn, I really wanted to kill him too." 

Hisoka taking notice of this, he dropped the remaining blades and swiftly made his way over to you. At least you thought. It was pitch black in the room, and you could barely see two feet in front of you. Although you did hear the blades fall to the ground, you didn't hear Hisoka at all.

"Hisoka!" you yelled impatiently into the darkness.

"Yes, my dear (y/n)-chan?~" you heard him say from a distance. Maybe from the left?

"Get these cuffs off me, now," you said, emphasizing the 'now'.

"But that would be no fun~" you could basically hear the pout in his voice, but this time, from the right?

"I'm already not having the best time, and if you don't want to make it worse, then I suggest you get these fucking things off me," the venom leaked out of your voice.

"And what makes you think that you have any power in this situation, my dear?" he hummed, voice getting dangerously low, appearing right in front of you.

Looking up at him, an unfamiliar feeling settling in your chest. It wasn't fear, nor excitement, but something you had never felt before. You'd probably need therapy to figure out what the emotion was. 

He put his hands on the wall on either side of your head and leaned in close, breaking you out of your thoughts. His breath a sweet, subtle mint on your face, your heart's unrhythmic beating becoming very known, you tried to look anywhere but at him.

But that's the problem. He was the only thing you could see. And even if you wanted to, you knew deep down that you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Leaning down to your left ear, he softly whispered, "You're lucky I want to be first, or we'd be having a lot more fun right now." 

His words didn't reach your brain, as you were focusing too much on his lips that delicately grazed your ear, or his sent that smelled slightly of bubblegum, or how if you glanced at his arms, all you saw was toned muscle.

The chains being released from the wall, you suddenly returned to the land of the living and got your usual sarcastic composure back.

"Took you fucking long enough," you said to him, rubbing your wrists.

"Like you weren't enjoying watching me fight~" he replied, his hand finding the small of your back, guiding you out of the dark room.

Enjoying watching the fight? Not really. Stuff like that never really interested you. But, enjoying watching him? Well, there's something that was interesting. 

The way his moves all looked so planned out, like he meticulously scripted his entire life, so that things always worked to his advantage was something that you were utterly jealous of. Lost in thought, you hadn't noticed that you had reached the next challenge, Hisoka's hand still placed on your back.

It seemed that you each had to go through a door, one hot and one cold, and meet on the other side. You could deal with heat easy, but you were constantly cold. If you could, you would've chosen to go through the hot way, but you couldn't tell which was which, the two of you had to guess.

The both of you being ready, you each chose a door and hit the buttons beside them simultaneously, causing the doors to open, leading you to a small cube of a room. The door you entered through shut behind you, and the wall in front of you slowly opened, revealing the coldest metal hallway you could have ever imagined. 

What made things worse were the prisoners wearing winter gear ready to fight.

"For fucks sake..." you said as the first prisoner came rushing towards you.

Walking towards the sprinting male, you pulled your dagger and dodged his attack at the last second, slicing his throat on his way by. It was definitely your favourite method of killing.

Quickly making your way through the prisoners, you finally reached the end of the hallway, the door opening, you gladly walked through and back into room temperature.

To your left, you saw Hisoka emerge from what had to be the hot hallway, but he looked totally unfazed.

Fucking typical. You rolled your eyes and chattered your teeth. 

Shivering, there was one last door that you made your way through, which led to a large circle room, with doors all around it.

"First to pass the third phase, (y/n), number 406. Second to pass the third phase, Hisoka, number 44. Time elapsed, 6 hours and 17 minutes," an automated voice called out.

"Looks like we have time to kill, my little fruit~" Hisoka purred, looking at you deviously.

Teeth still chattering, you glared at him and walked over to sit against the wall. You were pooped.

Hisoka inviting himself over, he somehow gracefully plopped next to you, and smoothly put his arm around your shoulder, pulling your body close to his.

"Wh-at  d-d-do  yo-u-u  thin-k-k  you'r-r-re  d-d-doing?" you pathetically chattered as your arms were helplessly wrapped around yourself.

"What do you think? Your shivering is making me feel bad," he said, obviously lying.

"H-h-how  ch-ch-chivalrous," you growled, not moving away from his delicious body heat. 

With Hisoka smirking, you both waited for the rest of the applicants to finish.

This is going to be a long 66 hours...

You let your head rest on his shoulder and allowed yourself to fall asleep.

A/N: i didn't proofread... :) this chapter is edited.