♥️ Ready or Not ♥️ [Hisoka x reader]

Ambush

Y/n realized she stared to look in the direction Hisoka went. She quickly glanced at her still warm hands and beyond astonished by his firm but genuine touch, thought about his perfectly shaped, full lips.

Then she snapped. She shook her head in wish to forget about her reverie.

"What the hell am I thinking? When have I fallen so low to the extent of dismissing my own mission?"

Y/n grabbed her torn leather jacket and sighed at the ruined sleeves.

"I should just get back to work. It's either finding three different targets or finding my chosen one," added Y/n while scratching her back-neck area: "Damn it, such a drag."

Right when she made a turn to her right, a rattle was heard in the bushes. She staggered a bit at the thought of playing dumb and leaving the area without any encounters, but as reckless as she was, she stayed. With a careful, but steady gesture, she pulled three silver daggers, as usual safely installed in her back pocket and impowered them with her Nen. Then she made a quick turn, meanwhile throwing her weapon into the occupied bush. The stalker angrily avoided all attacks. Before he stepped into the light, a loud curse was spotted, and she immediately knew the gender of her attacker.

Y/n gawked at him. The stalker had a tall, lean figure, reaching about 6 feet and somewhere around 6 inches with a bald shaved hair. His forehead was vividly tattooed with some signs and spirals. Y/n immediately knew something with his face was off. And it was noticeable. He had these oddly shaped eyes. More like one single eye. His two normal ones were patched together, like some pieces of clothes sewed, while his third menacing was placed in the centre of his forehead. To make matters worse, his skin condition was far from perfect. Straps of dried skin, hung on the edge, showing the underneath bloody layer. And with him wearing those scrubby clothes and being bare foot, was a sign to Y/n of his membership as a lower-class citizen.

She then released her interest from his wardrobe and looked over his left arm in which a metal cane with small but sharp needles, rested, covered in yellowish almost like a slime texture. Y/n stood too far from the stalker to be 100% sure what it was. Poison would be a good guess.

And there it was. Something black, spirally on the man's arm, petrified her to the bones. The only thing she hadn't counted on since she entered the Hunter exam. The Akaba Group. This man was for certain their inferior, a mere worker in the palms of the Akuma sect.

Their skull-like tattoo with two exes crossing it, couldn't be overlooked. He had meant for it to be seen.

"Are you Y/n S/n?" asked the stalker in minor core. She flinched at the sound of his voice. It didn't suit his posture and face. It wasn't rough and crackled as expected it to be. She crossed her arms, trying to sustain her composure and emphatic asked: "May I ask who's interested in such piece of information?

Will he be brave enough to say it out loud?

He remained quiet. "Well, if silence is what you want, I'll gladly grant you your wish. "

The odd man stood there, not moving for an inch. He then calmly spoke:" I don't see you're denying it. So, I'll take that as a yes."

That metal cane now moved to the other hand, for which Y/n though was his dominant one. He rose his index and middle finger, putting them together while closing all others in a fist. He then glided ten inches from his weapon in the air, making a on sided line. As he got closer to the edge of his cane, it became larger and heavier on appearance.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock when mouth started to shape, adding some shark-looking teeth and a huge tongue. It released some strange growling and snapping voices. Disgusting.

Now I'm in trouble. Again.