Glass Girl [KilluaxReader]

The Joker

(Y/N) POV - 2202 words

Hisoka has been spinning his arm like a basketball atop his other hand for almost a minute. It's unnerving. Then again, there isn't much about the man that isn't. As he pulls out a handkerchief from behind his back, I enhance my Gyo, to see if I can see his Nen through the tv. No luck.

With a sigh, I jump up and race to the auditorium before I miss anything too exciting. I manage to sneak in past the "security" and take up a place next to Killua. He barely acknowledges my presence with more than a head nod.

He's grimacing. I don't think he can tell what's going on. With the missing seconds from my knowledge, I'm almost lost as well. This trickster is certainly living up to his clownish appearance.

"He's a joker in a deck of pawns," I half-whisper.

"That makes no sense," Killua smirks, sparing me a glance.

"Well, considering him, it makes perfect sense. He's something no one expected to be playing a game with a bunch of pawns."

The joker in question throw the cloth into the air as a shower of cards rains down—but no arm in sight. Kastro is clearly taken aback, flinching slightly in surprise. He's become far too engaged. 

"Now, then... I have cards here, from one to thirteen," Hisoka says, "Pick a number from these, and picture it in your head."

The entire crowd is, for once, silent. 

"Are you ready?" He barrels on without waiting for a response, "Once you have your number, add four, and double the result. After that, subtract six, and divide by two. Finally, subtract your original number, and what do you have?"

He's completely distracting everyone as he... reaches into his arm socket? After digging around a moment, he pulls out a bloody card with the words, "The answer is one."

The card is an ace.

The announcer continues in their own astonishment, as they have been this entire time. I've learned to tune out their voice as it's quite annoying whilst I'm trying to concentrate. Killua's shaking beside me, ever so slightly. I steady him with a gentle hand on his arm and he relaxes immediately. 

"You may keep this as a souvenir," Hisoka throws the card, gently.

"Scumbag, I will sever your left arm so you can never mock anyone again," Kastro's doppelganger swats the card away. Something tells me Hisoka's going to get his card back later.

The joker holds out his left arm, "Did you not hear me the first time? You may have it."

Kastro's doppelganger, the one who remained in fighting position, readies for another strike... and attacks. Hisoka remains completely still as his arm flies to the floor outside of the arena. 

"As expected, you attacked with your double. Had you, yourself, attacked, I would have countered," Hisoka says. So, I think, He's figured out the difference. I must say, for his many many shortcomings, he's got a sharp mind. 

Hisoka draws his repaired arm out from behind his back—his right arm. Everyone's astonished as it seems the arm is working as intended once more. Killua leans forward with a quiet gasp. Kastro's horrified face is surely what everyone's thinking right now as Hisoka chuckles darkly.

"This is another magic trick. Can you guess the secret behind it?"

He advances, closing the distance between him and his opponent. One of Hisoka's biggest strengths is patience... and he has the strength to hold out long enough to employ it.