You drew your sword and flipped it to the blunt side. You assumed if you hit him with the blade, it would slice clean through. Even without ko, no one had ever survived your blade. But you didn't wish to kill Hisoka. Not yet.

As you began to catch up to him, you darted in from behind for the final blow, raising your sword high, fully powered with ko. You expected a strong impact then release once you connected to and shattered his ribs. You hoped you didn't slice through him altogether. But after a second or two, you realized something was wrong.

No...how...!?!

He blocked it.

You stared in utter disbelief. You put almost all of your aura into this blade and he used only a sheet of bungee gum to block it. The force had only pushed him back a foot or two. He stood there holding the invisible shield. You could see the excitement in his eyes and the wild smile on his lips. You grew more infuriated.

"~That is impressive ko, but not enough....♥~"

You screamed as your rage took over and you attempted another blow, this time using the sharp edge of your katana. He quickly dodged out of the way as you sliced through the air. He landed behind you and slammed an elbow right between your shoulder blades. You went blind with pain as tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You fell to your hands and knees, trying to find a way to turn this in your favor. Hisoka looked down at you with pity.

"~You truly are promising (Y/N). But maybe I overestimated you....♥~"

He kicked his shin directly into your rib cage, punting you like a football and sent you flying out of the arena. And with that you blacked out and he won the fight.

*******

You awoke in a room with bright lights. The beeping of your heart monitor immediately gave you a headache and as you breathed in, pain filled your body.

My ribs are broken. Great.

"~Look who's awake.~"

You glanced over at Hisoka who was sitting at your bedside, building a house of cards. You were too exhausted to be annoyed.

"~I felt guilty after the fight. I just wanted to stop by, make sure I didn't accidentally kill you.~"

"You? felt...guilty?" You laughed then winced in pain.

Hisoka laughed at you slightly.

"See? You're clearly sadistic."

"~You're correct. I suppose I do have a sadomasochistic fetish. That must make you my sub? ♥~"

"In your dreams..."

"~Did I ever tell you I spent some time in the circus? Just a small stent but, it was where I discovered my nen abilities...bungee gum & texture surprise. I developed them in less than a month. Just by observation.~"

"What?!"

"~I can learn anything just by watching someone long enough. When we first met on the island, I watched you. You were easy to read. I could tell you knew exactly how dangerous I was, and yet ...that was what drew you in. Wasn't it?~ "

"No. I was trying to help you...."

"~But you were also trying to gauge me...see what all the fuss was about. No?~"

You ignored him. Not knowing what to say.

"~You love danger (Y/N). Which is why you started this fight. You knew I would win. You were just along for the ride, wanting to see how close to death I'd bring you. And every time I spare you, you fall deeper in love with me...that's why you're my sub.♥~"

He's right. I do love him. But I'll die before I admit it.

"In love with you? I should punch you in the face again for insulting me like that."

He smiled, "~You're completely powerless yet you still want to tempt me...~"

He shot you a look that simultaneously sent chills down your spine and heat between your legs. He was right and you both knew it. There was something about Hisoka sparing your life that made you love him. You knew he was a ruthless murderer, and whenever he showed you mercy it gave you hope. Hope that you meant something to him, the way he meant something to you.

He continued, looking back at his house of cards.

"~I've had many chances to kill you. Even today, while you were stunned, you let your guard down, using no aura to defend yourself. It would have been child's play to break you...and yet...I didn't desire to. How curious...~"

He spoke in a manner that sounded as if he was speaking to himself. He placed the last two cards gently on top, but under their weight, the house collapsed. He pouted.

Rising abruptly from his seat, he quickly passed a hand over the fallen cards and in an instant they were neatly arranged back in a deck. Without looking back at you or saying goodbye, he started towards the door. Right before he left the room he paused and spoke these last words,

"~Maybe I was wrong about you (Y/N). Maybe you aren't worth fighting. Maybe you aren't fruit at all...~"