A Hunter X Hunter fanfiction (Part I)

YorkNew City, August 31st, 10:27pm

Nijiiro took another long swig of wine from her second bottle, ignoring the glass sitting on the coffee table amid gourmet chocolate truffles and traces of cocaine.
'Maybe I should go out, after all, risks be damned...' she thought, frowning.
The cold, modern aesthetic of her surroundings felt kind of lonely, in spite of the huge open fireplace that dominated one side of the living room.
Going out was out of the question, of course, since being spotted meant sacrificing months of careful planning and burning nearly every resource she had with nothing to show for it.
No, she had to stick to the plan, and stay hidden, or else...
She flipped through the channels on the massive flat-screen television until she landed on some kind of steamy late-night romance flick, and after glancing around at the empty penthouse apartment, decided to leave it on for a bit.
There were twenty possible plans to utilize for her escape, and no way to be certain of their outcome until after the attack on the underground auction had been carried out.
But that wouldn't happen until tomorrow night...
'Heh. The stress must be getting to me, now that I'm so close to going through with it. It's been a while since I paid attention to myself, so...'
Blushing at no one, she untied the sash on her soft black kimono-print silk robe, laid back into the luxurious white couch cushions and popped another truffle into her mouth.
She finished the second bottle of wine while a less-than-compelling plot played out between a woman in a swimsuit and a rather incompetent bartender, wishing she had stolen a cable package with all the naughtier channels on it.
When the inevitable soft-core pornography scene came onscreen, however, she found her hands sliding down toward the hem of her silk teddy, her nether regions apparently indiscriminate towards shoddy studio lighting and halfhearted nudity.
Just as the lead actress' shapely breasts began to bounce their way into the middle of the screen, a nasty, yet all too familiar Nen presence suddenly appeared in the front entrance of the penthouse, and Nijiiro let out a yelp in spite of herself and wheeled around to face it despite knowing exactly who it was.
“Hisoka! What in the unholy fuck are you doing here?!” Nijiiro yelled, her face a bright red. Hisoka snickered loudly over the insincere moaning in the background.
“My, my, Niji-chan,” he said in mock disappointment, savoring this rare instance of embarrassment, “I thought I would come to keep you company for a while on this lonely evening. But it looks like you found your own entertainment, huh?”
“Tch.” Nijiiro looked pointedly away and turned off the television. “You were supposed to be with the rest of the Ryodan hours ago. You're beyond fashionably late, even by your standards.” Hisoka flopped gracefully onto the seat next to her, nonchalantly crossing his long legs and unwrapping a truffle. He silently wondered what the chocolates might be laced with, before eating it anyway.
“Oh? Does that mean you don't want to hear my report? It could be quite valuable, you know...” he said, positively purring with the knowledge that Nijiiro couldn't resist an offer of reliable information, especially before the execution of one of her grand schemes.
“That depends on what you have to say, of course,” she said, still miffed by his untimely intrusion.
“The clairvoyant girl from the Nostrade family is here, in person. She and a large number of bodyguards are staying in the Beitacle Hotel uptown, just as you anticipated.”
“Is he among them?”
“He hasn't contacted me yet. But it seems likely.”
“And you haven't contacted him, either?” Nijiiro said, eyeing Hisoka suspiciously. He laughed.
“So thorough. But no, I have been behaving myself thus far. Everything is unfolding as you wished it. Even the little confrontation you staged, just to create an opening in the Nostrade family's upper circle of bodyguards, came off without a single hitch.”
“I see...” Nijiiro glanced over at Hisoka as he began to shuffle cards aimlessly. She recognized the nervous habit for what it was, and then found herself pondering the way his long, slender hands expertly moved the cards, so smoothly his fingers seemed to merely contain the cards as they moved of their own accord. He caught her staring, and his mischievous smile widened into a mischievous grin.
“Distracted, are we?” Hisoka smirked and leaned in closer to Nijiiro until she could feel his breath against her neck. Her pulse jumped a little. God, he was handsome. 'What is wrong with me? He's always like this, isn't he?' she thought to herself. She intended to rebuff him properly, but what she said was, per usual, the truth:
“I...suppose so. Given the circumstances, I...” she frowned and looked at the fireplace. Hisoka moved a hand toward her at lightening speed, and before Nijiiro could dodge it, he had one powerful hand gripping the back of her neck, his face inches from her own. Nijiiro's breath caught in her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach began to favor her groin.
“You wouldn't be getting cold feet about this whole thing now, would you?” Hisoka said quietly, his smile remaining but a cold, menacing light had crept into his eyes. Nijiiro blinked. 'Cold feet? Me?' She laughed softly. 'So that's what he came here for. To warn me against sabotaging my own damned plan, all because I finally promised him his precious fight with Chrollo, and he's worried he won't get it if I go soft. Typical Hisoka.'
“Is that what you think? That somehow, after all the time spent, all the work I've done to create this grand scheme of mine, I'm going to let it all go to waste? Logic was never your strong suit, but let's be reasonable here.” Nijiiro's tone lowered to match Hisoka's, and her multicolored irises glittered in the firelight. His hand slid from her neck to play along her jawline, his thumb playing across the curve of her bottom lip. He dropped his hand.
“It has nothing to do with what I think. It's a matter of what you'll do, if things go sideways again,” Hisoka said, and stared straight into her eyes, his expression uncharacteristically serious. He had a point there, as his de facto role as a liaison between the mysterious Kurta survivor and herself did carry a considerable risk. A risk which probably thrilled Hisoka beyond belief, but a risk nevertheless.
“Hah. Are you that scared of a few angry spiders, Hisoka? Because it sounds to me like the one getting cold feet here...is you.” Nijiiro, knowing how he'd react, immediately wished she could take back those words and wondered at the wisdom in provoking him right now. But the pounding in her chest wouldn't stop, and the tingling between her legs just wanted the tension to keep on rising. The corners of Hisoka's mouth twitched. As expected, she'd gone too far. But tonight, too far wasn't far enough. Hisoka let out a low, menacing laugh.
“Careful, Niji-chan. Your game will fall apart quickly if no one wants to play with y-” Hisoka stopped abruptly as he realized Nijiiro had shed her kimono and was sliding into his lap, straddling him between her knees. If Hisoka had thought to threaten her, he would have to think again. And if he wanted to see her resolve, she'd show him.
“It's fine if you don't want to play with me, Hisoka. But no matter what you do, our little game never ends. I made sure of that. In fact,” she said softly, cupping his face in her hands and looking into his eyes, “no matter what I stand to gain or lose, or how I play, it's always you that loses first, isn't it?” Nijiiro was treading into dangerous territory, but realized she didn't want to back down. “So whether things are sideways, backwards, upside down, or inside out, don't bother worrying about what I'll be doing from now on. Because from now on, I promise you, I'm going to be doing one thing, and only one thing.”
“Which is?”
“Whatever the fuck I want.” Unable to stop herself, Nijiiro brought his lips against hers, kissing him as he were a cool drink of water and she a man dying of thirst. Hisoka gave every bit as good as he got, sliding his left hand up the length of her thigh to grab a firm handful of her ass and using his right to pull her legs farther apart, her minimally clothed groin grinding against his own. 'Ah, isn't that what you always do, Niji-chan?' Hisoka thought, as their tongues slid against one another. But this was a new development. And very, very exciting.
Feeling his excitement building against her nethers brought forth a low noise deep in Nijiiro's throat, forcing her to come up for air. Hisoka brought his right hand up to hold her face, and looking into her eyes, found them bottomless pools of desire. He drew a deep breath, as he began to realize the meaning of her words and the motivation behind them. 'She really isn't...Chrollo's servant anymore. She's become something...dangerous...' Nijiiro took hold of Hisoka's right hand, turning it and sliding her tongue down the length of his index finger. Hisoka shuddered. 'That's too much, Niji-chan. I really...won't be able to stop myself...' He decided to test the waters.
“You know Chrollo will be very upset if I touch you, Saisho,” he cooed, in mock concern, “I'm told it's very much against the rules.”
But whatever effect Hisoka had been expecting this to have on Nijiiro, what he saw was something else entirely. Rather than cooling her desire, hearing Chrollo's name aloud only seemed to intensify her arousal, and licking her lips, she gave a smile two shades beyond wicked and whispered, “So hurry up and break the rules, Hisoka.” Leaning in close to his ear, she added, “Or have you lost your nerve for that sort of thing?” Deep in the recesses of Hisoka's mind, something shattered. Faster than a shot out of a cannon, he flung her down onto the couch, dragging her back toward him so that her black silk teddy rode up over her navel, her thigh-grazing mass of soft silver hair fanning out behind her like a halo. Seizing her right leg, he ran his tongue up the length of the long serpent tattoo that wound all the way up to her hip, nipped at the apple it held in its fangs with his own teeth. 'A serpent that comes bearing the 'forbidden fruit' of knowledge...it suits you well.' he thought. And he was dying for a taste.
Hisoka dropped to the floor, kneeling between Nijiiro's thighs, and ran his long tongue over her dampened panties, stroking and exploring the hidden contours of her sex through the scant silky fabric. Nijiiro gave a low moan, the muscles in her toned abdomen tightening as her hips rose up towards him in obvious pleasure. Propped up on her elbows, she watched him tease her until her panties were sopping wet with a combination of Hisoka's mouth and her own arousal.
“H-Hisoka...ah, god, yes, ahh...mmmnn, hah, Hisoka, p-please..” Nijiiro panted. Hisoka twisted the scrap of lacy black fabric away as if it were a passing thought and ran his tongue slowly down the center of her soft little sex, his eyes rolling back and his eyelids fluttering in deep satisfaction.
“You're so delicious, Niji,” he said, his lips intentionally grazing her exposed clitoris, “you really must be a 'forbidden fruit.' Tell me, is a 'forbidden fruit' forbidden because it's delicious, or is it more delicious because it's forbidden?” His eyes rolled up to her face, and he was pleased to find her blushing furiously.
“Hisoka...no, ah, don't, d-don't...” Nijiiro gasped, her body convulsing from the erratic vibration of his mouth.
“'Don't?' Don't what?” he said coyly, dragging his tongue backward across her swollen clitoris.
“D-Don't...talk...with your mouth full,” she replied, using her left foot to force his mouth down fully onto her wet, excited sex. 'Uppity brat' he thought, but began licking her in earnest, as her moans grew longer and her hips pressed more fervently upwards. Hisoka savored the taste of her as he slid two long fingers into her, exploring her soft opening. Nijiiro cried out, her body convulsing around his slick fingers. He flicked them in and out of her in a delicate fashion, timing his motion with the thrusting of her hips, the panting of her mouth. 'Oh..fuck...so good...how is he...this skilled...at...' she thought, her eyes rolling back and her back arching as the first wave of orgasm washed over her. Hisoka, sensing her ecstasy was at hand, clamped his mouth around her sex and simply sucked as she howled her pleasure to the ceiling, his cock twitching eagerly at the sound. He unfastened his pants, drew out his cock, already rather excited, and began slowly teasing her wet opening with the tip of it. He grinned. Nijiiro gazed down her body to where his hardening parts were massaging her soft ones so agonizingly well, and swallowed dryly. He was huge. And his intimidating girth continue to swell as he teased her wet slit, keeping himself at the very slender edge of her in spite of her hips thrusting forward to receive him. She let out a frustrated moan. “Hisoka... hurry... I....”
“Unfortunately, Nijiiro, you're absolutely right. I'm far too late in meeting up with the Ryodan,” Hisoka said, his voice low and cunning. “I'll have to hurry there now, before some one comes looking for me, right?” He stood. Nijiiro blinked and sat up, eyes still hazy with orgasm and wine. 'Damned sadist. He really wants me to beg for it.' she thought. She looked at his cock throbbing in his hand. 'I'm still being underestimated, then.' She smiled. 'Now that just won't do.'
“If some one comes looking for you? Who might do that?” Nijiiro said innocently. It was a slow pitch down the middle, and Hisoka always swung without thinking, which is exactly what he did now.
“Chrollo, perhaps?” He said, and Nijiiro grinned, knowing she had the home run. Taking his cock into her own hand, she realized her fingers didn't meet her thumb by a good bit, even though he wasn't fully aroused. She began to stroke him gently.
“If the great and terrifying Chrollo Lucilfer himself wants to see you that badly, I don't think we should keep him waiting,” she said coyly, stroking him with both hands, “in fact....” Nijiiro rolled away and rose gracefully to her feet, heart pounding at the thought of what she would do next. Strutting slowly toward the balcony of her glittering glass-and-steel 800-meter-tall downtown apartment, she casually slid the black silk teddy down her body to be cast off on the floor. The door to the balcony slid open with a soft, automated whoosh. “...why don't we tell the whole city where you are?” Hisoka could barely believe his eyes, but peeled off his shirt without actually thinking about it, and followed her out to the railing, where she feigned to be searching the city for someone under the humid, cloudy skies. 'You've really lost your mind this time, Nijiiro' he thought. He seized her from behind, a little too roughly, and growled in her ear, “Imagine he were to hear of this-” he pressed his hard cock against the small of her back “-some time before your plan comes to fruition. Would he be more inclined to punish me first, or you?” The thrill of the situation, spoken aloud, began to unravel what little self-control Hisoka had maintained until then. Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating Nijiiro's wicked grin as she turned to face him. 'She's always playing me like a fucking violin...and now even at this.' Hisoka thought.
“Why don't we find out?” she said, kissing him softly on his lower lip. Her full, naked breasts pressed against his bare chest, nipples a little stiff from the chilly early-fall winds. Hisoka pressed her breasts together, sucking each of her nipples until they were teased and fully erect. His hands traced down to her naked hips, then around the swell of her ass. Wrapping his long fingers around the tops of her thighs, he lifted her up against the sturdy modern railing of steel and frosted glass, holding her where their hips were level and setting her on the handrail. Nijiiro moaned a little as he rubbed his hardened shaft against her soft slit, drenching it in the fluids of her excited body. She clasped the handrail behind her tightly as he slowly began inching his wide cock into her wet opening. Hisoka licked his way down her neck as he slowly exhaled, and the gentle heat of his breath combined with the rough stretching of her opening made Nijiiro shiver. 'It's too...too big...But I...want this' She licked her lips as he shoved his way inside her. “H-Hiso-k-ka, ah, y-yes, hah, H-Hisoka, it's...big, I...” He let out a dark groan close to her ear that was positively feral.
“Louder,” he growled, slowly pulling himself out, only to force himself back in harder. Nijiiro's heart was pounding in her ears as he leaned over her with his long frame and forced her head and chest to dangle backward over the railing. His rhythm began to increase, and she couldn't restrain her voice.
“Hisoka! H-Hisoka-a! Hah, ah, fuck, yes, Hisoka! HISOKA!” she howled, her mind beginning to slip into a daze as the thick wet slap of his hips against her and the painful pleasure of his powerful cock pumping in and out of her took over all other sensation. He shoved inside her wetness, her screams driving him forward and his balls tingling with hope of release. She screamed his name over and over, her back arching over the skyline as the savage pleasure reached fever pitch inside her . “Hisoka, I...I'm...c-come, coming...I'm coming!” she moaned, doing exactly that as warm fluid squirted from her tight slit, dripping to the balcony floor beneath them. He wrenched himself out of her quickly, letting her sink down to her knees, panting, with her slit still dripping with her cum. 'She's...too...good...It feels...too...good...I...could barely stop.' thought Hisoka, still breathing hard. He half-doubted the reality of it, wondering if perhaps all of this was occurring through Nijiiro's power of Passion, but when her eyes rolled up towards him he understood the truth of it. Somewhere in all the years he'd known her...this obnoxious know-it-all ten-year-old girl had metamorphosed into the voluptuous adult that was now pressing his buttons like a concert pianist. And he fucking loved it.
“Still holding back, huh?” she said throatily, her voice a little rougher for having screamed too much a moment ago. Hisoka seized a handful of hair and brought his face down to hers.
“What's that? Haven't you gotten what you wanted already, you horny little beast?” he sneered down at her, the roughness in his motions making Nijiiro's eyelids flutter a little. Raindrops began to fall lightly across the balcony.
“Almost,” she said, thunder rolling ominously in the skyline behind them. She reached up with her right hand and squeezed Hisoka's cock, which twitched and released a single drop of clear fluid from the tip. “And it's not like I've ever been...too proud to beg.” And with this last, Nijiiro took his cock into her mouth, licking the tip and shaft thoroughly before sliding his hardened cock as deep into her mouth, as far as it would go. She'd only slid him in and out a few times when he took her by her hair and began dragging her back into the apartment. Nijiiro gasped at the pain of her body weight being jerked around by only her hair, feeling a little like a dog being dragged by an impatient master at the end of a leash ...and found she liked it very much. 'Ah, was I always this depraved...?' she thought, even as he pulled her across the threshold and flung her onto the fluffy white living room rug in front of the fireplace. In a second, he had removed the remainder of his clothing, knelt in front of her, and begun to spread her legs. Nijiiro swept the wayward tresses of her hair out the way and began to sit up a little.
“Hiso-” she began, but ended abruptly as Hisoka seized her by the jaw with a powerful right hand and forced her back down, his left arm stopping them just shy of slamming into the floor. In one fluid motion, he reached down, cupping his right hand behind her right knee and forcing her leg up before sliding his cock inside her so roughly she winced and turned away, gasping for breath. 'He's so...so much deeper this time...He's...' Nijiiro thought, whimpering slightly as he shoved even deeper inside her. She felt him reach the end of her, his cock stretching her to her breaking point. She moaned and writhed, even as he pinned her down with the full weight of his long frame on top of her.
“I won't be...holding back this time, Niji-chan,” Hisoka said, his voice a low growl. Nijiiro gazed up at him, and his expression was enough to make her heart race. He was looking down at her like a wild tiger eyeing a fresh kill, his golden eyes flashing menacingly in the firelight.
“I don't...want you to...”
“Does it hurt?” he said, staring directly into her eyes, his expression intense.
“Y-Yes.”
“Do you want more?” he breathed, his cock already seeming to know the answer. She licked her lips and stared back at him, eyes full of longing.
“Yes.”
Hisoka began thrusting even before she finished forming that one syllable, forcing his massive cock to become fully sheathed inside her with every stroke of his hips. Nijiiro's hands found their way to his muscular shoulders, bracing herself even as he pounded her hips into the floor. She rode the pleasure and the pain as they rolled over her, crashing over one another like rogue waves even as she writhed under him, moaning his name helplessly. Hisoka buried his face in her neck and groaned, her moans drawing him ever closer to the shining edge of orgasm. 'I've fucked her this much...and yet she's still so... deliciously tight...' He thrust even faster as Nijiiro bit her lip, her nails digging deeper into his back. For both of them, the pain was divine.
“Nijiiro...” Hisoka moaned, his eyelids fluttering as the viscous fluids came roaring out of his throbbing cock with such force that it brought her again, and she pitched and screamed under him, overwhelmed by pleasure. Nijiiro's grip, slick with sweat, slipped from Hisoka's broad shoulders to rake ten deep, red parallel scratches down his back, tearing through the false Ryodan tattoo and skin alike as they came. Hisoka shivered. 'You've really...lost your mind this this time... Niji-chan...' he thought, looking down at her naked form. He pulled a few shreds of the spider design dangling from his back off and looked at them, his grin widening, 'How prophetic...to tear it apart with your own hands...it would seem you're committed to following through with this insanity, after all...how exciting...' She saw him grinning, and felt suddenly embarrassed. Covering her reddening face with an arm, she sighed, searching for something to say that wouldn't yield a derisive chuckle from the man with his cock still buried deep inside her.
“Is that what I've been missing out on...all this time?” she panted, a sheepish grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. Hisoka withdrew himself slowly, watching the white fluids well up and out of her quivering opening. It was so beautiful he felt like sighing; what could be a more perfect prelude to destroying Chrollo than this?
“And what is that supposed to mean?” he said, already sincerely considering a second round.
“You know damn well what it means.” Nijiiro looked up him, hazy with good wine and better sex. Ah, wine. Too much wine. She was very drowsy, and the rug was surprisingly comfortable. Her eyelids were getting heavy. Hisoka sighed and kissed her navel, then proceeded to work his way to her throat, laying light kisses on her skin that brought forth goose-flesh and hardened her nipples. He gently pulled away the arm that covered her face and looked directly into her eyes.
“I think I like this new game of yours,” he said softly, nipping at her earlobe, “and the way you play it. So much I'd happily play with you again.” Nijiiro smiled and closed her eyes. Rain pattered away at the windows, and she struggled to stay conscious.
“I'm sure...I'll have time for another go...Once Chrollo is out of the way...”
Hisoka's smile widened by a few molars. Even half-conscious, she always knew just what to say.
“Don't worry. Because I'm going to break him. And before I do, I'm going to inform him all about this,” he purred, running a hand up her thigh, “wonderful new perversion of yours.”
“You're...too kind...” she said, drifting off to sleep with a dreamy smile on her lips. Hisoka watched her fall asleep, then rose to his feet and glanced around. The apartment was one of those huge, open-floor-plan-loft affairs with nothing separating the bedroom from anything else, and he found himself looking at the king-size bed, replete with pure white bedding, before glancing back down at the sleeping form of Nijiiro. He sighed. Gathering her gently in his arms, he carried her to the bed and laid her down. 'How many times have I done this now?' he wondered, as she stirred slightly and sighed. He thought back to the years they'd spent working together, fighting together, sometimes even living together, realizing with a start that it had definitely been about a decade since they'd met. Everyone else from that time had died or faded from his memory or both...but yet she alone remained here in front of him, impossible to conquer. He tucked her under the cool sheets, then, after a pause, slipped in next to her. 'Who knows when I'll get another chance like this?' he thought. The bed was far too comfortable, the fine linen sheets too cool and soft as he arranged his body around hers, throwing one long arm around her. She turned to face him in her sleep, instinctively seeking out his warmth and burying her face in his chest. Perhaps the danger he'd felt from her earlier wasn't physical at all. 'What is it about you?...What is it that draws everyone you meet into the tangled webs you weave?...' He looked down at her, and a newer, darker realization slowly dawned on him. 'Those who becomes involved with you...gain something they desire more than anything else...' He thought of all the deals he'd witnessed her cutting, the trail of broken bodies and souls she'd left in her wake. '...and pay an exorbitant price.' And what was worse, Nijiiro seemed to know what her victims wanted even better than the victims themselves. What was it that he had wanted? '...A never-ending fight. That must be what this is. The moment I stop resisting you, I become your thrall. My very own Mephistopheles.' Hisoka sank into the overstuffed pillow, breathing the soft, sweet perfume of her hair. Her bare breasts pressed against him with each slow, deep breath. 'Of course...being the favorite toy of Satan herself has its perks, doesn't it?...Which of us gets to devour the other alive? I...can't wait to find out...'
It seemed he'd only closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them again, Nijiiro was gone from the bed. Hisoka sat up quickly, hearing a cell phone ring, but realized it wasn't his. 'Damn it all...how long was I asleep?' he thought, regretting climbing into bed with the only person he could sleep beside soundly. Avoiding Nijiiro's presence was simple enough – when she had no use for him, he was always free to leave – but Hisoka had come to find that her Nen had a way of making him physically want to return to her side, and the closer he was, the closer he wanted to be, like a human magnet. It was heady stuff for some one who preferred to improvise the dynamics of his attraction and repulsion on a moment-to-moment basis. He glanced at the digital clock next to the bed. 'It's almost dawn...but the Spiders should still be waiting. It's not like I've ever been on time.' Nijiiro's voice drifted in from the kitchen.
“Hello? Ah, yes, I remember. How could I forget?” She laughed softly, and Hisoka could already hear the honey-sweet seduction in her intonation. Nijiiro wandered over toward the bed, wrapped up in pure white towels and smiling her evil smile as she spoke to her mystery caller. “I've thought of you a lot, too, but ...I don't suppose you've been drinking all night, have you? Ha ha ha, yes, a little bit. No, it's alright, I'm so glad you called. I also...want to meet with you again. Oh? Well if the great Don Marscapone of the Ten Dons himself wants to entertain me, who am I to refuse? Of course. Why don't we skip that boring auction and take an aerial tour of the city? I hear it's going to be a beautiful night. We can gaze at the full moon and speak of a future much greater than mere prophecy permits...Ah, that won't do, darling, you're making me blush. Ha ha ha, of course, but you had better go to bed before your wife finds out, hadn't you? I'll see you at eleven o'clock, at the usual place. Until then.” She hung up and grinned, thinking 'Ah, what a time to be alive.' She looked at Hisoka.
“There's espresso in the kitchen and clean towels in the bath. You really ought to get a move on, or our Machi will start to miss you,” she said, kissing his cheek. Hisoka frowned. Did her good moods now come with kisses and cute smiles? 'That just isn't fair,' he thought. His phone buzzed with an incoming text. Nijiiro looked at Hisoka quizzically as he read it.
“It's him.”
“The Kurta?”
“Yeah.”
“Excellent. Meet him some time after midnight, on the west end of the city. The specific place doesn't matter. Invite him into an alliance, but don't mention me. If he accepts, we'll meet at the designated place, and things will proceed smoothly from there.”
“And if he doesn't?”
“Then...things won't go as smoothly. But fear not, I have incidentals prepared.”
Hisoka nodded, and headed for the shower. The scratches Nijiiro left on his back stung a little in the hot water, absolving him of any lingering doubt that she'd actually made them. His cock twitched at the memory of their tryst, and he drew a deep breath, knowing exactly two things were for certain. One was that he would be alone with Chrollo for the first time in over two years, so long as he played along well and danced to Nijiiro's tune. The other was that, whoever Don Marscapone was, he'd be dead by midnight.