Black Butterfly {Hisoka x OC ~ Hunter x Hunter Fanfiction}

Chapter 2: The First Interview

Author's Note: So, it's Friday. What better way to celebrate than to add a new chapter chock-full of Hisoka? No better way, I tell you. I hope I nailed his character, for he is equal parts enigmatic and fun to write. As always, feedback from you - my readers - is immensely appreciated, so thank you! Enjoy the second installment of Black Butterfly!

Chapter Two: The First Interview

He found it interesting that this time they had sent a woman.

Hisoka mused silently to himself as he peered around the corner. He'd arrived at the interview spot early on and had selected his vantage point carefully, so that he might be able to observe and assess his target. Now he lingered lazily, flipping his deck of cards between his palms and watching the girl from across the room with predatory intent.

His sharp eyes glossed over her appearance, noting her small frame, her threadbare, painfully plain clothing, and the tension in her hands, which gripped the edge of her skirt under the table. She was a frail, delicate-looking creature. A very breakable toy. Not fun at all.

Unless...

The magician wondered if perhaps the press had begun to smarten up about their tactics. Did they send a woman on purpose? Did they want her to try to seduce an interview out of him? No. This girl wasn't made up for that part. If they had wanted that, they would have sent some tall Amazonian woman with red lips and bedroom eyes.

He smiled and glanced down at his cards, amused at the thought of something that mundane turning him on.

So then why send this girl?

Perhaps it was a different type of seduction.

He glanced back towards the waiting girl, scrutinizing her once more. She was so slight, so unassuming-the other people in the room bumped into her as if she wasn't there. Hisoka watched with interest as a particularly portly wrestler lumbered clumsily past and nearly knocked her drink over. She appeared annoyed and muttered something, prompting the much larger man to turn his head and glare heatedly at her. Interestingly, she didn't avert her eyes from his glower, and eventually the wrestler turned and wandered away.

Hisoka cocked an eyebrow. Maybe she wasn't so meek after all...

He felt a slight twinge of excitement as the delicious thought of killing her surfaced, but he quickly suppressed it. Even with the tiny fire of determination shining in her eyes, this girl wasn't anything special to him. She was far, far too weak to pose any kind of challenge, and that made her uninteresting. If it hadn't been for his contracted obligation to meet with her and his own profound boredom, he wouldn't even be here stalking her. Besides, his palate had dulled to the taste of ordinary killing long ago.

The magician's eyes flashed momentarily away from his prey and darted from faced to face around the room. He assessed each person he glanced at, but found few of them worth more than a fleeting look, and none worthy of fighting. Hisoka felt his mouth curve into an uncharacteristic frown. His appetite had grown much more difficult to satisfy lately, and so he'd come here-Heaven's Arena-to seek out new, more formidable prey. But until a suitable fighter turned up, he had to amuse himself using other means.

That meant bad news for this inconspicuous journalist.

Hisoka cast his eyes back towards the small table in the corner and continued to observe the girl, noting her expressions and idiosyncrasies. She seemed equal parts bored, anxious, and increasingly uncomfortable in her seat. Minutes passed. Someone else knocked into her chair, but this time she said nothing. He flipped his cards, growing disinterested.