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Reunited

Part 9

Illumi x Reader

Part 8

Part 10

After clearing the exam’s Second Phase, (Name) and her friends fly through the starry sky, toward the site for the third phase.

“Allow me to introduce myself to the 42 remaining applicants. I am Netero, Chairman of this year’s Hunter Exam Selection Committee.”

The old man from before announces to the crowd of applicants. A little green man with a head shaped like a bean chimes in.

“I’m beans!”

“Originally, I’d planned to make my appearance during the exam’s final phase, but as I’m already here…”

He looks over the crowd, a grin appearing on his face.

“I’m loving this tension in the air! So I think I’ll stick around for the rest of the trip.”

Killua yawns, and (Name) feels eyes on her yet again. She looks around the room, goosebumps beginning to cover her skin.

“We are scheduled to arrive at our destination tomorrow morning at 8 AM. You’ll find dinner waiting in the dining hall. You are also welcome to get some rest. In other words, you’re free to do as you please until you are contacted.” Bean explained.

“Okay, Gon! Let’s explore the airship!” Killua exclaimed, nearly jumping up and down im excitement. Gon nodded.

“Okay, y’all have fun but please wash up before you come to dinner. No offense, but we’re all sweaty and gross.” (Name) called after them, sighing.

“How can they have so much energy? I’m hitting the sack…”

(Name) shrugged.

“Dunno, but I’m headed to the bathroom to clean myself up. Anyone coming with?”

“I may. However, I do have one concern.”

Kurapika folded his arms as the three walked out of the room.

“Hmm?”

“How many more phases are there?”

Leorio paused at that, straightening up.

“Ah, they’ve never mention that, have they?”

(Name) frowned when Tonpa walked up. He gave her the willies, and she certainly wasn’t in the mood to talk with him.

“On average, there are 5-6 phases.”

The three turned to face him, each equally unimpressed.

“Which means we still have three or four to go…”

“All the more reason to rest now.”

(Name) blinked and looked at the two.

“I agree we should rest, but let’s clean up then put something on our stomachs first. Going to bed hungry when breakfast isn’t guaranteed sounds like a bad idea.”

“Ah, that’s correct. You go ahead and go wash up, (Name), we’ll be there in a moment.”

(Name) gave the two a nod and was about to leave when Tonpa continued.

“But you should be careful.”

The three stopped and turned again, this time intrigued.

“Huh?”

“The secretary only told us when we’ll arrive at our destination. It’s possible the next phase could take place on this airship itself. And it doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll be contacted at 8 AM.”

“Huh? Are you serious?”

Leorio scratched the back of his head in thought, while (Name) rolled her eyes.

“See y’all later.”

———————

(Name) arrived at the bathroom, just in time to encounter another woman about to walk in as well.

She stopped, looking over her for a second. “Hello, I’m (Name).”

The other woman opened the door to the bathroom and walked in, not giving her name back in exchange. (Name) frowned and walked in as well.

The bathroom was very nice, nicer than any public restroom she’d ever seen before. The stalls and sinks were impeccably clean, with pretty floral wallpaper decorating the walls.

There were even small showers, containing small bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

“It’s not the smartest move to give others your name, you know. Others might use it to manipulate or hurt you in the future.”

The woman from before stood in front of the shower, slowly undressing. She had short green hair, and observant eyes. (Name) politely looked away, walking over to the sink to set her backpack down and take out her extra set of clothes.

“I didn’t even think of that, thank you for telling me.”

The woman stopped for a moment, holding her shirt to her chest. She turned to look at (Name).

“Don’t thank me, if we were put against each other I’d kill you without a second thought.”

The woman turned back, tucking her shirt into her bag.

“That’s to be expected with an event like this. Thank you anyways.”

(Name) stuck out her tongue, and undressed herself.

————

“Ahh~ I feel so much better!”

The (h/c) haired girl sighed in content as she brushed/combed/did her hair. She (wrapped it in a towel/put it in a bonnet/put it in a ponytail/etc) then packed her dirty clothes back into her bag. She looked over at the complimentary mints and poured them all into her bag and stuffed it full of paper towels.

“Who knows, maybe I can use this for fuel or just to clean a mess…”

(Name) shrugged and left the bathroom.

“Kurapika, Leorio!”

She called, her eyes searching through room after room. “How big is this place…”

When she finally found the two, they were passed out in the men’s shared room. She rolled her eyes as she pulled a cover over the two, leaving some mints in their laps.

“Of course. They haven’t even washed up. I only took 20 minutes and they’re already asleep. I mean after our day, I don’t really blame them but…”

She stuck her tongue out again into the room. A few of the male contestants look at her in confusion, some with eyes that wandered up and down her frame.

‘I should probably leave. I don’t wanna spot-‘

“Why hello there, pet.”

Hisoka leaned against the frame of the door, barring her exit. The way she turned around to face him was almost comical, like a mouse facing off against a tiger.

“… hello…”

She regarded him warily, her tired (e/c) eyes watching his every move.

“You’ve cleaned up. I have to say without all the dirt and sweat you are quite…”

He licked his lips.

“Devine.”

His cold, mischievous eyes never left hers. In his hands was a deck of playing cards, which he expertly shuffled.

“Why are you… why are you picking me specifically to mess with? I know you aren’t trying to ask me out on a date or anything. What do you want?”

(Name)’s tone surprised even herself, but Hisoka’s horrible grin only widened further. She feared she may have angered the man, but he moved out of her way silently.

She took this as her chance to leave, walking as fast as she could, but before she could get away, Hisoka grabbed her wrist in a grip so tight she could feel the bruise already forming.

“Someone on this ship is very interested in you. The only reason I hadn’t made sure you were out of the game during the first phase was because of that. Keep that in mind, girl.”

He squeezed her wrist for emphasis, then let her go. (Name) pulled her arm away and held her wrist gingerly, wincing in pain.

“Oh, and let’s keep this meeting a secret, alright? Wouldn’t wanna worry your friends, hmm?”

With that last sentence he disappeared into the men’s room, sitting down and beginning to build something with his deck of cards.

(Name) was long gone by the time he had sat down, almost sprinting towards the dining room where she knew more people would be.

Once she had reached her destination she slid to the floor, trying her best to control her racing heart. The few stragglers left in the dining hall paid her no mind, eating their food in silence.

There was one person that had watched her intently, wondering why she had ran in like she did.

The disguised Illumi’s gaze drifted from his meal to (Name), wandering from her shocked face, to her obviously bruising wrist, and finally back to his food.

The fork in his hand snapped violently, clattering to the ground. He needed to control himself, and quickly. Using a disguise took a lot of willpower, and it could easily falter if he didn’t concentrate. Seeing her like that, though… was enough to make him leave and rush to the bathroom.

(Name) barely noticed someone brush against her as they exited the room. The pain was intense, and the only thing on her mind was getting up and getting her food so she could rest a cold drink against her wrist.

“I’ll need to show Leorio this later…”

She trudged up to the counter, where a lunch lady stood. She ordered her food and sat down, holding her cold drink to her wrist.

“Yikes, what happened (Name)?”

(Name) jumped in her seat when she heard someone speak from behind her. Killua looked at her wrist, light concern on his face. Gon sat next to her, a good tray in hand.

She looked down at her food and poked at it with her work.

“Just… an accident.”

Gon and Killua exchanged a look. The two hadn’t seen the exchange that happened earlier, but they could tell something more was going on. You didn’t just get a hand shaped bruise on your wrist by accident.

“(Name)… are you sure it was-“

Killua put a hand on Gon’s shoulder and shook his head, silencing the other boy.

“Never mind, we’re gonna go explore, see you later!”

The two raced off, leaving (Name) to finish her food alone.

—————

In the bathroom, Illumi splashed water on his face, trying to calm himself enough to leave.

‘Who did that to her? Who would have the motive to…’

He watched himself in the mirror, putting a hand on his cheek. The assassin didn’t know what to do with himself. Getting worked up over one girl wasn’t exactly normal for him.

‘I’ll just have to… watch over her more carefully. After all, she’s a missing piece to a puzzle I have yet to finish. It would be a shame if she were to…’

He tried his best to reason with his mind that he only wanted her safe to ease his curiosity, but his heart began racing again when he remembered the hand shaped bruise forming on her wrist.

“Whoever did that…”

He slammed his fists onto the tiled sink, shattering it completely.

“Will pay.”

He looked down at his own hands, now bloody, and clenched his fist.

“No one touches what’s mine.”

—————

As the two boys trudged down the hall, Gon couldn’t keep quiet. His mind was racing with what could have happened with (Name), and Killua was even more… interested.

“We can’t just straight up ask her. She’s hiding it from us for a reason.” Killua kept his hands in his pockets, to hide how much they were shaking.

“She was trembling. What could have scared her that much?”

Gon sat down at a small window looking out into the night sky. Killua took his place next to him, watching the clouds eat the stars.

“No use thinking about it right now. Let’s try and relax before the next phase tomorrow.”

Although killua was the one that proposed this, he was barely able to think of anything else. He had never seen her look like that before, in his mind she was always smiling and offering comfort. To see his mother figure look so miserable was enough to drive him to murder.

The two chat to get their minds off of things, when Netero spots them.

————

(Name) finished her meal. Her wrist was slowly turning a dark purple, and she knew that it was going to hurt in the morning.

She left her spot at the dining table and retired to the girls room. It wasn’t anything special, just a small space with a few blankets and pillows available. The woman from before was already there asleep.

(Name) picked up her own pillow and blanket and laid down. When sleep finally took her, she was too exhausted to even dream.

—————

Illumi sits in the men’s room, trembling with anger. He finds himself clenching his fists so hard that his nails dig into his palms.

‘Control yourself, Illumi. You have to finish the Hunter exam to do your job. You can’t let yourself get worked up over one girl.’

He takes in a deep breath and relaxes as much as possible. It takes an hour for him to fall asleep, and he dreams of his childhood.

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helplesslypurple77 · 2 months ago

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Day 5-Masturbation-Hisoka/Kurapika

Notes: sometimes I'm literally so tired I actually can't write. So because i know myself very well i always prepare a few like almost finished or half finished stories on those days when starting something new is just too much. So that's another reason the list will switch around and shit like that

Also title is from 'Pork Soda' by Glass Animals(songs slaps listen to it while you read thissss)

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Hisoka/Kurapika-Masturbation

Kurapika feels numb. It's lovely to see his friends again, but as he explains his powers to them, he can't ignore the empty hole in his chest. He feels directionless, floundering in a sea of people who seem to know exactly what they're doing. He used to be just like them.

Killua interrupts his explanation of his powers, standing abruptly.

“Why would you tell us something so damn important!” He exclaims, his hands balled into fists in his sides. Kurapika looks down.

“I'm not sure,” He says, looking away. “Maybe to distract myself from the fact that their leader is dead and gone, now.”

Leorio shrugs. “It'll be fine if we keep his powers quiet,” He says, confusion in his voice.

“No, it won't,” Killua replies, clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides. “They have a mind reader, remember? And if we get caught again, they'll definitely find out about Kurapika.”

“But,” Gon chimes in, “they didn't find anything last time.”

“Yeah,” Killua sighs, “because we didn't know. I only put two and two together a little later. If we end up near them again, it's over.”

“Well just keep our distance then,” Leorio says, his tone so casual compared to Killua's panicked voice. “You, and everyone else who knows Kurapika’s the chain user!”

Leorio's solution is so simple, so casual, it almost makes Kurapika laugh. Gon and Leorio really are quite similar in their simple mindedness. It makes him smile, in spite of things. The yellow wallpaper, the comfy cafe, his friends, Kurapika is slowly relaxing, letting his muscles sink into the cushions of the comfy couch.

“Who knows you're the chain user anyway?” Leorio asks him. “It can't be that many people, right?”

Kurapika thinks, making a mental list.

“Well, my coworkers have seen the chains, but I don't think they would make the link if they were interrogated,” Kurapika says, counting off on his fingers. “And then my old mentor, but I doubt the phantom troupe would ever run into him.”

Leorio smiles. “So, you're pretty good right?” He asks. “Is that everyone, besides us I mean?”

Kurapika pauses, hands sinking into his lap. Hisoka knows, of course. Hisoka knows too much and at the same time nothing at all. But he doesn't know if he should tell them. How would they react, to the bare facts, or to the way Kurapika finds himself considering Hisoka sometimes. Kurapika shakes his head. He can tell them the barest of the facts.

“Well,” he starts. They turn to him, sensing the slight apprehension in his tone as he shoulders on. “I have been in contact with Hisoka.”

“What?” Leorio grunts in surprise.

“Hisoka?” Killua and Gon say in unison, surprise and worry in their voices. Kurapika nods.

“We formed a partnership of sorts,” He says, sinking back into the cushions and clasping his hands in his lap. “But with his target, the leader of the phantom troupe dead, I don't know what he'll do.”

“And he knows you're the chain user?” Killua asks. He looks the least surprised out of all of them. Leorio and Gon are still picking their jaws up off the floor. Kurapika nods.

“Yes, of course.” He says.

“Did you guys fight?” Leorio asks, apprehensive. “I mean, like did he seem interested in them at all?”

Kurapika thinks back to that night, hot eyes and seductive smirks, and sighs.

“No, not really,” He says. “He said i wasn't ready to fight.”

“He's so powerful,” Gon says, eyes trembling with an odd type of excitement. Kurapika knows that feeling, or maybe an older, more dangerous version of it. Leorio laughs.

“Yeah,” He says. “I never want to fight him.”

Killua doesn't laugh or smile, but stares at Kurapika instead, eyes peering too deeply into his soul. Kurapika looks away,

“You're not telling us something,” Killua says, still standing. His hands have relaxed from their tight fists and rest casually in his pockets. Gon and Leorio turn to Kurapika expectantly, distracted from their Hisoka talk. Kurapika frowns.

“What do you mean?” He asks, hoping to dodge the subject. He really doesn't want to lie to his friends.

Killua just looks at him, eyes searching. “What exactly was the contents of this deal anyway?” He asks, plopping back down onto the couch. Some of the tension in the air releases.

Kurapika smooths his expression to be as neutral as possible, and responds. “A trade of information” He says. The room sinks into silence for a moment. Killua eyes him, curious. Gon and Leorio just look back and forth, confused.

“That makes sense,” Leorio says. “Hisoka's pretty weird so this deal actually sounds pretty plausible.”

Gon nods. “Didn't he take a liking to you at the hunter's exam?” He says. “That's probably why he offered to help.”

Killua just frowns. “You're not lying, but there's something in the way you refer to him that's changed,” Killua says, hands knotting in the fabric of his hoodie as he continues. “It's a certain tone. I've never heard it from you before, I don't get it.”

Leorio just looks confused. “Tone?” He asks, “I don't hear anything.”

“Of course, you don’t,” Killua smirks, and Leorio balks, offended. “I've only ever heard it a couple times anyway. I guess it doesn't matter.”

Kurapika sinks onto the couch in slight relief. He doesn't want to think about the implications of what Killua is talking about. No normal person could ever hear something that slight, but Killua was no normal person. Kurapika cursed himself and his betraying mind and sighed.

“Well, what are you going to do now?” Leorio is the one that asks it, interrupting Kurapikas slight shame spiral. Kurapika closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I'm not sure,” He says, “I could—”

The loud ring of a phone cuts him off. It's his phone. Kurapika grabs it from his pocket and as his eyes catch on the screen name, his heart stops.

“It's Hisoka,” he says, his voice breathless with anticipation and fear. The others freeze.

The phone rings in the silence for a moment before Leorio speaks.

“Answer it,” He says. Kurapika nods, bringing the phone up to his ear and answering.

“Yes?” He says. Hisoka chuckles.

“Hello to you too,” He coos through the phone. Kurpika shifts on the couch.

“Why are you calling me?” He asks, trying to be as clinical as possible. The others are staring at him, eyes locked on the cell phone resting against his ear.

“Aw, getting straight to the point?” Hisoka asks, “But I do so adore our playful banter.”

Kurapika almost rolls his eyes into the back of his skull, the other hand clenching in the fabric of his tunic as he remains silent. Hisoka chuckles.

“I have some interesting information for you,” He says.

Kurapika can hear running water through the phone, and what sounds like music playing faintly in the background. He must be at home, wherever the hell that is.

“What?” Kurapika asks, trying to squish down his anxiety. That can't be good. Hisoka chuckles.

“I was going to tell you over the phone,” He muses, “but I don't like that attitude. I'll meet you in a couple minutes.”

Kurapika startles. “What?” He asks, “Do you even know where I am?”

“Of course,” Hisoka says. Kurapika can hear the smirk in his voice.

“How did you—” Kurapika starts, then pauses. That's not important. “First of all, why—”

“See you soon~” Hisoka hangs up with a beep.

Kurapika almost throws his phone across the room. The others are staring at him.

“So?” Leorio asks. “What was all that about?”

Kurapika rubs his eyes tiredly and slips his cell phone into his pocket.

“I suppose we'll all find out in a couple minutes.” He sighs. Gon and Leorio look at him, and then at each other, confusion watches across their faces. Killua stares in shock.

“He's coming here?” He asks. Kurapika nods.

“What?” Gon asks, as Leorio says, “Why?”

Kurapika just sighs. “How the fuck would I know?”

♥♥♥

Hisoka's arrival is heralded by the high pitched giggling of the pretty cafe worker at the front desk. They all turn in slow motion to stare, as a familiar red headed figure leans over the small desk, drawing a strand of the waitresses black hair between his fingers. He's dressed very unfamiliarly, in what looks like a black velvet tracksuit with a large heart on the back. His hair is down.

“I'm working, sir.” The waitress giggles, in a voice that sounds like she really wishes she wasn't. Hisoka chuckles, and they all watch in shock as he leans down, pressing a kiss the the strands of hair in his pale hands.

“How unfortunate,” Hisoka says, hand dropping her hair to caress her cheek. “I guess we just aren't meant to be~”

Kurapika rolls his eyes again. So fucking dramatic. His chest feels weird. Leorio seethes beside him.

“What?” He hisses. “She wasn't into me at all!”

Gon rifles a giggle, and Killua smirks. Hisoka spins, dropping the waitress's face like a hot stone at their voices.

“Ah, there you are.” His eyes find Kurapikas, pinning him to the spot. “I shall bid you farewell, my dear.”

This last bit is directed at the waitress, who nods dreamily. “Yes, mister,” she says. Hisoka strolls over in their direction, and Kurapika notices his face. The symbols that adorn his face are absent. With his face blank and his hair down, he really does just look like a normal guy. Well, an abnormally attractive man, but a man who you're more likely to see on the street. Kurapika shakes his head. No, not handsome. Fuck. Handsome in a perfectly detached, cold, clinical kind of way. Obviously.

“Well, what a surprise,” Hisoka says, standing over them somewhat menacingly. “I wasn't expecting to see you here.”

The others remain still, maybe stunned into silence. Kurapika sighs.

“Sit down and stop looming over us.” He says. Hisoka smirks.

“But where?” he asks, gesturing with clawed fingers. “All the spots are taken.”

Kurapika looks around. Indeed, they are. With slight apprehension and a lot of resignation, he scoots away from Leorio and towards the end of the sofa. Hisoka chuckles and settles himself down between Kurapika and Leorio. He's wearing tennis shoes for once.

“Well, ain't this just lovely?” He asks, and Kurapika watches as he produces a card from somewhere, spinning it on the tip of his finger.

“It's a bit tight,” Leorio grumbles. Hisoka just chuckles.

It is a bit tight. Kurapikas thigh is pressed up against Hisoka's back clothed one. A surprising amount of heat leaks off the magician's body.

“Why are you dressed all normal?” Gon questions. Hisoka laughs.

“It's my day off.” He explains, swinging the card from his finger. The three of hearts swing mesmerizingly as he continues. “And anyway, I was going to take a shower.”

“You take showers?” Leorio mumbles.

“How rude!” Hisoka grumbles. “I am mostly human, you know. You really should take some notes though. And lighten up with the ax body spray.”

“Mostly?” Killua murmurs, but Leorio is too mad at the dig to notice.

“I shower plenty!” He exclaims. “And why were you all over that pretty waitress anyway!”

“Hmm, was she not into you?” Hisoka coos, and Leorio bristles.

“She wasn't like not, not into me…” He grumbles. Hisoka smiles sympathetically.

Leorio looks so mad Kurapika would expect steam to start leaking out of his ears at any moment now.

“ I thought you were only into powerful people anyway!” Leorio grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest.

“What are you talking about?” Hisoka says, raising an eyebrow. Kurapika frowns, trying not to look curious. He really doesn't want to dig deeper into that, and thankfully he doesn't have to. Sometimes it's nice to have stupid friends.

“You're always going on and on about potential,” Leorio says, still glaring into the ground. Killua and Gon humm in agreement.

“Yeah, you seem pretty into power,” Killau says, crossing his legs.

Gon nods, kicking his legs on the edge of the couch as he speaks. “I thought you only had crushes on people who were really powerful.”

Hisoka laughs. “A crush.” He says, running a hand through his hair. “How cute.”

Silence falls. Kurapika waits for him to continue, to say anything. But all Hisoka does is sit very still, smiling slightly. The silence feels oppressive.

“Care to elaborate?” Kurapika says, finally breaking the silence. He can't take it. He's curious for some reason.

“Wouldn't you like that,” Hisoka says, waving a hand vaguely in the air. Kurapika scoffs.

“Not really,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. Hisoka looks at him curiously.

“What's got you so upset?” he asks, raising a thin eyebrow. Leorio and Gon nod emphatically. Kurapika can feel Killua’s piercing eyes staring him down from the couch. He tries to hide the resentment in his voice.

“Nothing.” He says, controlling his face. No one believes him. He speaks again, trying to shift the room's attention back onto Hisoka. “Do elaborate, Hisoka.”

Hisoka looks at him for a moment, face blank, yellow eyes peering into his soul, and decides to take pity on him.

“Different types of interest.” He says simply, crossing one leg over the other.

“Isn't there only one type of interest?” Gon asks, big eyes wide in confusion. Killua looks equally as confused, and both of them trade looks of confusion. Leorio shakes his head.

“No, I think we’ve interrogated Hisoka enough.” He says, hitting Hisoka roughly on the shoulder. Trying to wrap up the conversation because they have to explain the birds and the bees to two very confused 13 year olds. And Kurapika can't think of a worse group to explain such a delicate subject. He didn't have enough experience and based on Leorios, just, energy he probably had even less. And Hisoka. Oh god, Hisoka. That man had probably what could be considered too much experience. Kurapika sighs, reeling in his misplaced annoyance and valiantly tries to change the conversation.

“Hisoka, what did you want to tell me?” Kurapika says calmly.

“Ah, yes.” Hisoka turns in his direction. They're a bit close. Kurapika controls his breathing.

“You saw the corpses of the phantom troupe members correct?” He asks. Kurapika nods. The images are flashing through his mind, the bent, broken bodies of his enemies. The enemies he had vowed to defeat. He blinks the anger away, and responds.

“Yes?” He says. Hisoka smiles, lips curving upwards into a cruelly tender smile.

“They were fake.”

The air goes still. Everyone has frozen around them, and all Kurapika sees before him is Hisoka. Yellow, cat-like eyes, pale skin, full lips. All he can hear is his own breathing, the intense beating of his heart. The world had come to an abrupt stop, a faint ringing in his ears becoming louder and louder. Hisoka's eyes are locked on his face, those yellow irises almost completely covered in the endless black of his pupils. Kurapika feels himself being dragged into the darkness. Images are spilling unbidden into his mind, tangled messes of the ‘corpses’ and then a hazy memory of his dreams, and then he was pulled to the present by a card falling gently into his lap.

Hisoka looks down, and the card flies away from Kurapika and back into Hisoka's clawed hands. He smiles, ful lips carving too alluringly for Kurapikas liking. He shakes himself out of his daze.

“What?” He says. His voice is too breathless, but he can't bring himself to care. “Fake? You mean they're still alive?”

Hisoka smiles. “Correct.” He says, turning away from Kurapika. It allows him to breathe. In, and out. In and out. They're alive.

“You're simply giving me this information?” He asks. His voice is full of way too much emotion for him to be comfortable, but he can't control it as he continues. “Why?”

The air holds its breath. Everyone around him is tense, but all Kurapika can feel is his heart beating in his chest. All he can see is Hisoka’s profile. He's staring into the distance, absentmindedly flipping his card, around and around. Sharp nose, long bright hair gently covering his eyes, shading the top of his face from view. Hisoka doesn't often make expressions. The only expressions Kurapika has ever seen on him are mild interest and slight annoyance. But right now, his face is blank. Startalightly, strikingly, blank. It unnerves him.

“Hmm,” Hisoka hums. “Who knows.”

The air falls, as chaos breaks out.

“What?” Leorio shouts again, and Gon and Killua both speak at the same time. Kurapika's heart is still pounding in his chest. Hisoka simply ignores the chaos, rising to his feet and sauntering around the coffee table between the two tables and towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Kurapika asks as the others join in the hubbub. Hisoka laughs.

It happens so suddenly. Hisoka is in his view, and then he's gone, and Kurapika can feel breath on his neck and a card tracing the outline of his jawline. Hisoka's breath tickles his ear, as he whispers.

“You owe me.” He says. And then he's gone as fast as he had come. The bell on the door tinkles and all Kurapika is left with is the lingering breath on his cheek and the information weighing on his heart.

The others stare after him in shock. Leorio directed his gaze at where Hisoka had been. Gon and Killua simply look confused. Killua is the first one to speak.

“He's acting odd,” he says, settling back into the cushions with a sigh. “But I guess he's being helpful.”

Leorio shrugs. “He's always odd,” He says. But Kurapika can hear something in his voice. Leorio is older than the boys across from them, with the life experience to clock Kurapikas growing feeling of restlessness. He really, really doesn't want to admit something he already knows is true. Kurapika sighs, and simply prays he won't say anything. The boys wouldn't understand.

Thankfully, Leorio just sighs.

♥♥♥

His mostly empty hotel room greets him as he closes the door behind him with a slam. Kurapika sighs, sinking onto his bed with a thump. He feels so tired, and yet at the same time, energized.

The phantom troupe is alive. Kurapika jumps up, pacing circles around his drap tan hotel room actively. Of course, a skilled conjuror could have pulled that off easily. Kurapika sighs, stopping dead in the middle of his hotel room.

He should have guessed that. He should have factored that into his calculations, anything. He should have known. Damn it.

Kurapika resists the urge to hit something, instead deciding on the much more acceptable option of a nice bath.

He saw the hotel had some complimentary bath bombs, he could order some fuite from room service. Yeah, a bath was a good idea.

Kurapika sheds his blue outer tunic thing(a/n i never write these but i dont know what to call what he wears?? whatever), tossing it onto the untouched bed with a flop. He lets his chains vanish, taking deep breaths to will away the tension of today.

He was worked up, sure, but there was something else niggling at the back of his mind. Something more embarrassing. Hisoka. He was just sitting there in the beach of Kurapika’s mind like an annoying roommate who refused to pay rent and refused to leave and was constantly distracting him with unwarranted sex appeal and—

Kurapika’s spiraling thoughts are interrupted by room service, with his fruit. He takes it, tipping them extra for interrupting his sexuality crisis, and starts the bath water with a deep sigh.

Hisoka is an enigma. He seems to be a being driven purely by instinct, but at the same time, it's clear he's extremely intelligent. His abilities aren't overpowered or world-ending, but every single fight he engages in he walks away from the winner. Kurapika knows that even with his powerful abilities, Hisoka would still find a way to win. Somehow, he would factor in a way to escape mostly unharmed and all the better off and Kurapika almost hated—

This time his ranting is interrupted by his phone ringing. Kurapika grabs it, hand stilling when he notices the number.

Hisoka, again. For a moment, Kurapika doesn't answer. He's almost apprehensive to answer. But shoving aside his silly sexuality crisis, Kurapika answers. It could be something important.

“Yes?” Kurapika says.

“Hey~”

Silence falls. Faintly, through the phone Kurapika can hear the sounds of running water, and the faint sounds of Jazz music. He thinks he can hear a woman's voice speaking, but he's probably just hallucinating.

“Why did you call me?” Kurapika asks, switching off the bath tap, and dropping a bath bomb into it. He watches the pink foam fuzz across the surface of the water as he waits for Hisoka to speak.

“There was something I forgot to mention,” Hisoka says, and Kurapika is sure he hears a woman's voice in the background. She sounds so sensual. Kurapika rolls his eyes.

“You sure you should be calling me now?” He asks.

“What?” Hisoka replies, sounding genuinely confused. Kurapika would applaud himself for pulling an actual emotion out of Hisoka but he's too busy being impulsive.

“What about your lady friend,” Kurapika says, trying to sound aloof and worried about important things as he continues. “I wouldn't want to ruin your date.”

Silence falls for a moment, and Kurapika watches the bath bomb dissolve in the water again, the pink bubbles forming swirls that remind him of the clown's hair. Finally, Hisoka speaks.

“My date, yes with the lovely woman who runs the heavens arena fights,” He chuckles, and Kurapika suddenly feels very stupid as he continues, “you should figure out that crisis of yours.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Kurapika says, sounding too impulsive even for his liking.

He knows what crisis. He's not going to admit it though, he can be just as stubborn as Gon if he wants to be.

“Mhm,” Hisoka hums, and Kurapika thinks he hears the rusting of clothes.

“What are you doing?” He asks, in spite of himself. Hisoka chuckles.

“Showering,” He says. “Anyway I forgot to let you know that they know about you.”

Kurapikas blood runs cold. But not cold enough to distract him from the sudden images of Hisoka stripping that just ran though his mind.

“How much do they know?”

“Don't get all worked up.” Hisoka chuckles, “They call you the chain user.”

Kurapika hears a door slam. The sound of running water is louder now.

“That's all?” He asks, double checking the temperature of his own bath. It's still a bit hot.

“Mhm,” Hisoka hums. “They don't know gender, appearance, or about your little crisis. They don't know much, really.”

“There's no crisis,” Kurapika grumbles, taking off his earrings and setting them on the bathroom countertop. It's odd to have such a casual conversation with Hisoka of all people. The others would probably stare at him like he'd grown a second head. Hisoka chuckles.

“If only we were staying closer,” he hums, letting the sentence trail off. Kurapika coughs, pulling his linen undershirt over his head. Hisoka chuckles.

“I'll be in contact,” he says, and before Kurapika can protest he hangs up.

Sighing, Kurapika sheds the rest of his underclothes, and slips into his warm bath. It's lovely, and for a moment as the warmth sinks into his bones, Kurapika feels peace. And then his brain starts running.

He isn't having a crisis. Hisoka is just saying things, he's just saying the weird shit he usually does.

Kurapika sinks into the warm water, closing his eyes against the harsh lights of the ceiling. What had the point of that call been again? Right, they knew about him. The way Hisoka had said it sounded like they didn't know much, but it was still nice to know.

The sound of running water in the background of the call had been kind of distracting, but Kurapika had been able to sort the important information out of the noise.

Kurapika wondered where he was staying. Maybe they were close. Kurapika closes his eyes feeling a bit drowsy and pliant. The warmth of the bath soaks into his bones, steam filling the small bathroom, fogging up the mirror. Hisoka must be at a different hotel, the one he was staying at didnt have a separate shower.

Kurapika could picture it, almost too clearly.

In the fogged-up bathroom, a tall figure behind the shower curtain. Pale hands running shampoo through fire-red hair. Eyes closed, head tilted up against the water flow.

Kurapikas imagination traces the rivers of shampoo water as they trace down his neck, around the prominent Adam's apple.

Kurapika stirs uncomfortably, shifting in the bath as the heat begins to fill his gut. The sickening smell of the bath bomb smells familiar.

The fog of heat obscures his eyes, making them hazy as they follow the rivulets of water. The water runs down his chest, catching in the pools of his collarbones. Kurapika feels the urge to lick them away.

His dick twitches against his thigh. Kurapika ignores it, trying to shake the startlingly clear image of Hisoka in his mind.

Kurapika brings a hand up through the bath bomb bubbles and covers his eyes. He feels hazy, his body trembling with desire. How had it come to this, truly.

Images are eating at his mind again. Hisoka, dancing gracefully among the strikes of his enemies. Every movement he makes is graceful, like a dancer performing for an audience. Kurapikas delusional mind feeds him the lie that he performs for him alone.

Kurapikas hand, the one not covering his eyes, strokes circles into his thighs, trying to relax. All this succeeded in doing it, filling his mind with more delusions.

Hisoka's hands are clawed. They would probably draw blood if he pressed too hard. Kurapika muffles a groan into his hand, letting his hand finally grip his hardness gently.

He feels like his sanity is gradually slipping away. Might as well fall with it.

In his mind's eye, he can picture him. Collar Bones are visible in the tracksuit he wears. He's laughing at him.

“You're desperate, aren't you?” The Hisoka in his mind coos, one of those clawed hands digging into Kurapika’s thigh.

Kurapika groans, free hand gripping at the porcelain side of the bathtub. He's losing his mind. He cups his hardness loosely in his palm, stroking slowly, working himself up more.

“I can see how much you want me,” Hisoka grins, hand dancing around his hard dick, gripping it gently.

Kurapika groans. “Fuck you.”

Hisoka’s mouth forms into a smirk, his tracksuit gone. Kurapika gets hazy eyefulls of pale skin and muscles. He groans.

“You should admit it,” Hisoka coos, hand jerking Kurapika off slowly, tortuously. “You want to be a good boy, right?”

Kurapika groans, stuffing a hand over his mouth to muffle his obvious sounds of pleasure. He speeds up his pace, clenching his dick harder in his hand.

“I hate you,” Kurapika groans, body twitching as Hisoka plays him like a fine instrument. Hisoka laughs mockingly.

“Aww, don't lie.” He says, one hand winding up Kurapikas chest to pinch a nipple harshly. Kurapika groans, back arching as rivulets of pink bath bubbles tumble around him.

“I'm not a liar,” Kurapika protests, body twitching with desire. He is a liar, and Hisoka knows it.

“Liars don't get fucked,” Hisoka coos, twisting Kurapikas nipples in punishment. Kurapika bites his lip soaked strands of blond hair sticking to his forehead.

He's going to cum soon, and faintly he hopes the hotel has soundproof walls as both hands are occupied now, one on his poor dick and the other on his hard nipples.

“Fine, you win.” Kurapika moans, his hands reaching into the air. He wants to grip Hisoka’s pale skin but finds him just out of reach.

“Aww, that's not enough now.” Hisoka coos, hands driving him closer and closer to orgasm. Kurapika is almost at the edge. He would do anything for it, anything for him.

“Beg for me,” Hisoka coos. Kurapika doesn't even hesitate.

“God I want you so bad,” He groans, back arching and Hisoka grins down at him. “I am desperate. Desperate for you.”

“For who?” He asks, yellow eyes hazy in the bathroom lights.

“Hisoka!” Kurapika says, orgasms overwhelming him at the words. Hisoka smirks, melting into the hazy fog of the hotel bathroom—

When Kurapika is down, when he climbs shakily out of the bathtub with a small sense of shame following him every step, it really settles in how he's screwed.

Maybe taking this deal was a terrible idea.

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Endnotes: yaknow I really find the concept of Hisoka as a character is so fascinating. Cause like he's objectively really fucking hot. Like putting aside the odd costume and shit for a moment i know he's been some ppls sexual awakenings lol

pls the main for are better than me i would fold in an instant its so bad

anyway i hope y'all enjoyed it. The Illumi/Reader/Hisoka one is literally half written i just couldn't do it tonight send prayers and kisses i'm dying over here

#mariannacrxss #helplesslypurple77kinktober #hunter x hunter #hisoka morow #hxh smut #kurapika x hisoka #kurapika #kurapika kurta

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