Rent Asunder

Onesmartcookie78

Summary: He would kill anyone to keep her safe. It's always struck her as unfair; if he were to die saving her, then the honor—the privilege—of killing him herself would be taken from her. And that simply won't do. If she lost that, lost out in seeing something other than amusement, than bloodlust, bleeding from his eyes while he bleeds to death for all he's done—well, then she would have nothing. Hisoka/OC

Disclaimer: I don't own Hunter x Hunter or any of the characters associated with the franchise. This work is purely fictional. Any events that parallel real life events or people are coincidental. I do, however, own my original characters, so don't steal them.

He would kill anyone to keep her safe. It's always struck her as unfair; if he were to die saving her, then the honor—the privilege—of killing him herself would be taken from her. And that simply won't do. If she lost that, lost out in seeing something other than amusement, than bloodlust, bleeding from his eyes while he bleeds to death for all he's done—well, then she would have nothing.

It's why she chooses to follow him to the Hunter's Game—sorry, Exam—and it's why she does so in disguise. She wants to see it. See the surprise, the irritation on his face when he realizes it's her. It makes her mouth water.

Makes her feel something other than nothing.

Her heart throbs and her fingers tingle in response to the image slowly being constructed in her mind's eye. It isn't often that she sees his expression shift—almost never, in fact—and she knows it will be…delicious.

She arrives to the location of the Exam first. It isn't as hard to find as the Chairman probably thinks it is, and she wants to beat him there. Wants to hide until she's maximized his potential surprise and anger and minimized the amount of bodily harm that's likely to be done to her. Then, then, she'll suck him dry, wipe his face blank of anything, take his feelings as her own and drain him to the last drop.

She'll probably have to incapacitate him to achieve her goal; a difficult task, but not so insurmountable as it seems. Not if he doesn't think she's much of a threat; not if he doesn't take her seriously.

She goes firmly into zetsu as other competitors—prey—begin to arrive. She's already in full disguise: makeup, a wig, a fake nose and chin, colored contacts. She looks painfully average, binds her breasts to ensure it, and if there's one thing that doesn't interest him, it's average. He wants the best and nothing else—he rends flesh from bone because it's extraordinary, not because it bores him.

And, even though she's hiding, even though her eyes are closed, and her music is turned all the way up, she still feels the very moment he walks into the room. A suffocating, heady aura of bloodlust washes over her like a tsunami, crushes the air from her lungs and begs her to meet it with her own. She fights not to freeze, fights not to glance over, fights to remain bland but she's never been that in her entire life, so it takes all her self-control to remain impassive when she hears the green humanoid say:

"Number forty-four, Hisoka Marrow."