Summary: In which Hisoka may seemingly be a psychopathic adrenaline junkie, but there will always be one man he would do anything for. Drabble/snapshot fic. (50 randomly generated word prompts)

1. Bells

It was first bells that led Hisoka to his soul. Until he first heard the delicate jingling of small bells, he'd been trapped in a haze of bloodlust kill strength find ripe adrenaline and he had never realized how much he had been missing.

He'd been searching for another ripe fruit to pick when he first heard the faintest strains of chiming bells. His instinct had told him that this was important, that he had to follow the sound, find whatever it was – even if he didn't know quite yet what he'd do upon reaching the sound.

He'd followed. His instincts had never led him wrong yet, whether it was in finding new prey or something else exciting.

But he hadn't quite expected what he found.

He'd turned the corner and his eyes had settled onto a young man just in the midst of jump-kicking a thug's face in. Lithe muscles had rippled under taut skin and a braid of ebony had whipped through the air as the man spun and kicked and fought his way through the mass of burly men trying to kill him. On another move, he spun, facing him briefly and Hisoka caught sight of a flash of emerald green eyes.

His instincts screamed.

They screamed strong predator strength strength strength. Hisoka's grin was like a wide slash across his face. He crouched to lunge into the fight against the dangerous man, his body singing at the thought of another good fight, when something caught his attention.

Home, his instincts told him, home home home safe family love home.

Hisoka froze.

And for the first time in a very long time, he turned away.

And he ran.

The bells haunted his every step.

Note: Check out my other Fifty drabble/snapshot-fic called Fifty: Harry Potter and John Watson.

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