My Little Piece Of Heaven : Hisoka X Reader

Chapter One

You have never really thought of yourself as strong, your looks were in no way intimidating. You were barely taller than Feitan with a petite frame that made you look fragile, your large (e/c) orbs made you look innocent. Due to your appearance you were never challenged in the troupe, unlike all the others who constantly had arm wrestling fights to rank themselves against each other. Not that this bothered you, you never saw the point in showing off when it came to physical strength. You were aware of where you stood in regards to your raw power, you normally just sat on the sidelines and watched with disinterest as the others rank themselves.

Today was the same as all the other times the troupe gathered, everyone was seeing if they had gotten stronger than the people above them. You sit in your usual position right next to boss, who isn't paying the friendly competition much attention either. You sense a small amount of blood-lust coming from one of the newer members, number four, Hisoka. The red haired man looked like he was quite interested in the current round, you glance over to see Phinks up against the new number eight, you believe her name was Shizuku. There was nothing remarkable about the match and it was over quite quickly, Phinks winning easily and Shizuku lucky that her arm wasn't broken. Your attention turns back to the red haired man sitting across the room, despite the match being over you could still sense a small amount of blood-lust coming from him.

You watch the man who has a creepy smile on his face, it appears that none of the other members have noticed it, that or they were ignoring him. Hisoka quickly conceals his blood-lust as his eyes scan the room, his golden orbs soon meet your (e/c) ones. You cant help but notice that he looked slightly disappointed that you had been the one watching, his eyes take in your small frame before returning to your face. A creepy smirk making its way on to the strange mans face, you instantly lose interest in the man as every trace of his blood-lust was completely gone. You turn your head to the side to see Chrollo watching you with slight interest, you sigh and begin to make your way to the door.

~ Hisoka's POV ~
I hate having to put up with these idiots, most aren't even worth killing. Two of the troupe are having an arm wrestling competition, from what I understand the raven haired girl challenged the man. I watch as the girl is quickly overcome by the mans strength, the fight brings me no pleasure, the only thing that could do that would be challenging Chrollo. I can't wait for the right moment for us to fight, the thought of killing such a strong opponent is thrilling.

I am quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I sense someone watching me, my eyes search the room to see who might have been watching me. My golden eyes soon meet (e/c) ones and I am instantly disappointed when I notice that the eyes don't belong to Chrollo, instead they belong to his little lap dog. I take in her appearance, she wore black boots, skin tight black pants and a graphic t-shirt, her figure was quite appealing but she looked like she would break if anyone touched her. My eyes went back up to her face, her face resembled a porcelain doll, again making one assume that she was easily breakable.

Appearances aside she was a member of the Phantom Troupe, meaning despite how weak she looked she had to have some extreme power to compensate.  I smirk at the thought of her having power and find myself wanting to test the small (h/c) haired woman and see her real power. She rolls her eyes and turns away, she shows no signs of being scared of me. Chrollo and her glance at each other before she leaves the room, he always keeps an eye on her, is he weary or protective?
"Interesting"

~Normal POV~
You walk around the empty parts of the troupes current hideout, you had no interest in interacting with anyone whilst in your current mood. The abandoned building gave you a lot to explore, and plenty of walls to take your frustration out on. Most people thought you were the boss's little pet, or that you were too weak to hold your own if treated like a normal member of the troupe. Another wall took the brunt of your rage, exploding and leaving a hole big enough for Franklin and even Ugovin to comfortably walk through. You occasionally had small tantrums like this, leaving destruction in your wake. Only Chrollo had ever witnessed your little outbursts, he never once stopped you, only ever made sure that you didn't completely destroy the building.

You sigh and slide down a wall, letting your legs slide in front of you, now calmer you sit on the floor and stare at the giant holes littering the hallway. You hear a small chuckle come from somewhere to your right, your head tilts as you see the tall red haired man walking down the hallway, admiring your handy-work as he goes.
"My, my, does (y/n)-chan have a temper?" He cooed, his voice is almost as seedy as he is. You scowl at the newcomer before turning your attention to the super interesting wall in front of you, hearing him chuckle once again you aren't surprised when he appears in your vision again.
"What do you want Hisoka?" You have no desire to draw out a conversation with this man but if it would make him leave sooner then it was a necessary evil in your eyes. Hisoka brings an arm up to his chest in mock hurt, his face showed that stupid and annoying smirk of his. Everything this man did disgusted but intrigued you at the same time, his every move was calculated and well thought out, even his choice of words seemed planned out. You didn't trust anyone who was so meticulous about every aspect of their life, he was definitely up to something and you decided in that moment that you would find out exactly what it was and stop it.
"I just wanted to check on my little doll." Hisoka's words tore you from your thoughts and you find your annoyance building, although you can't remember the last time someone called you a doll.
"I don't belong to you Hisoka, don't ever refer to me as yours." Your voice was calm but even Hisoka could tell that that little comment had hit a nerve. Hisokas smug face was honestly starting to annoy you now, you rise from your spot on the floor and start to move away from the man you despised. A hand caught your wrist as you try to leave and you see that same asshole grinning at you with his creepy eyes almost completely closed, you feel his nen fluctuate slightly so you use gyo to see that some of his nen was now wrapped around your wrist. You follow the string of nen and see it attached to his chest, you furrow your brows for a moment before you are suddenly pulled towards the creepy magician.

Your hand connects with his chest and he captures your lips with his own, your anger flares and you bite down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Hisoka pulls away from you and touches his now bleeding lip, he looks at the blood on his fingertips and you feel some of the same blood-lust as before. Hisoka's eyes wander over your form again before he turns and walks away casually, you hear him say something to himself but cant make out exactly what.

This guy is one creepy bastard.

~ Hisoka's POV ~
I pull (y/n) towards me using the bungee gum I connected to her wrist, she looks surprised and slightly scared,  I love that look. I lean down and feel her soft lips connect with mine, I watch as her face goes from surprise to anger as her eyes flash violently. She bites down on my lower lip and I fight back a moan, I pull away and place my finger to my mouth. When I pull it away there is a small amount of blood, this girl might have just become my new favorite toy. My eyes take in her figure once more, enjoying the sight she makes, slightly panicked and totally pissed off. I turn and grin to myself,
"I will make you mine." I whisper out as I leave the angry (y/n) alone in the destroyed corridor.

Her power is quite..... interesting.