ᴥ︎︎︎The Daughter Of Morowᴥ︎︎︎

One • Hunter Exam

☞︎︎︎Word Count: 1843☜︎︎︎

I was here for one reason, to meet my father. Even though nothing I went through was a reason to meet him.

I just wanted to meet the one who got rid of me when I needed him most. He and my mother had left me, for what they'd say was my own 'protection.'

They must've been pretty dumb if they thought sending a child out to defend themselves was protecting. Or maybe they just couldn't afford parenting classes.

All I really knew is who they are, and I wanted them to know what they left behind. Hisoka Morow and Machi Komacine couldn't run away from me.

When I searched for my mother, I had no clues. I didn't even know what I was looking for, or what she looked like. Hisoka though, I found out he was taking something called a Hunter Exam.

I think it was a get out of jail free card for killing something. The only thing you couldn't do was kill an examiner here.

That was his mistake the first time, though he never killed them, but he did attack one. So, he was retaking, and I was going to surprise him. I was just hoping he'd like to see me.

The beeping noise of the elevator told me I had reached the 100th floor. Getting up from the chair I was sitting in, I exited the elevator.

I almost wished I got actual food before I came here. Even if the possibility of me being able to afford it was slim.

Waiting for me outside the elevator was a little green blob, who greeted me. Handing me a badge with the instructions to keep it on me at all times. Number 303.

Looking around, I could tell I was completely out of place. Either because I was a girl or because I was a child.

I glanced around once more. Searching for someone who looked like the blunt description I was given. Card magician.

I didn't find a magician, more of a clown man. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. I wonder if I got my eyes from him.

Yellow eyes were different from everyone else's I've seen. I noticed his hands, shuffling cards. Since he had cards maybe it was him.

His hair was a pinkish red. Making me wonder if it was dyed or naturally that color. "First time?" A voice asked me.

My thoughts cut off, and I snapped my head in the direction of the voice. It was a large man. He looked like the type of man that wouldn't pass an exam.

Which was wrong to say, but he just has that 'I've been here 200 times!' look. I nodded at his question, smiling. Before I verbally answered.

"Yeah. It is." He held out an orange drink and I stared at it. Soda?

"I'm Tonpa, this is my 35th attempt..." Wasn't 200, but it was enough. "...you can say I'm a veteran. Let's have toast for a blossoming friendship."

What do they say? Never accept drinks from strangers? Especially in games that are competitive like this. "I got water. Thank you, though."

I politely tried to decline. He stared at me like I just asked punched him in the gut. Like I ruined something super important, or I just ruined an inside joke.

Meaning he drugged it, or he just wants help to win. "Can you help me though? Is that Hisoka Morow?" I asked him, pointing at the one I thought was my father.

He looked at him, before he glanced at me, nodding in the process. Then he just walked away. Hopefully, I don't have to deal with him anytime soon.

Looking at the man, I sucked in a breath and walked towards him. He was still shuffling his cards back and forth, so to get his attention, I threw my hand in the middle.