Chapter 5 - Phase x One x Begins
So, what did the first phase of an exam based around allowing people to gain incredible access to worldwide travel, become mercenaries, and killing around fifty people each year consist of?
Running.
Lots. And lots. Of running.
Harry was beginning to think this was a mistake.
It was already sixty kilometers into the run, and he felt like hell. His legs were steel rods, stiff and refusing to bend very far any more. His entire body was a bonfire, hot and tinged red. His clothes felt like they were so sticky with his own sweat that they'd never be able to be peeled off his body, even if they were magically dried or Banished. His lungs were refusing to work properly as his heart beat what felt like hundreds of times faster than the healthy average.
"I wish… I had… a Pepper-Up Potion…" Harry ground out weakly, salty wetness rolling down his eyelids and then unfortunately getting in his eyes. He blinked away the sweat and shook his head like a dog. Everything hurt. The monotony of the tunnel was killing him, too, although the fact that they were all approaching a tall staircase was reassuring. Even so, the only reason he still had the ability to go on even now was because of magic. Speaking of…
"
Industria," Harry panted under his breath, and gasped in relief as a wave of energy washed over him. It was a very useful charm none other than Hermione had invented a few years ago as a healthy replacement for coffee and as a means to get the citizens of magical Britan both young and old exercising more. It magically fixed up any exhaustion and stress experienced in the past half-hour, to a certain degree. It couldn't heal injuries, hunger, or thirst, and it couldn't replace sleep. It was very useful in times like this, however.
Harry had been making sure to recast the charm with every half hour and no sooner, no later, to ensure he got its full potential. In order to avoid suspicion, he'd been casting it wandless, too; otherwise, he could've rejuvenated himself for up to a full hour at a time. The half-hour limit was due to the lessened effectiveness of the wandless casting.
He was glad that he had this useful of a charm in his repertoire, too; had he not been able to use it, he would have given up and collapsed in the tunnel long ago. He wouldn't have been the only one, though, at least. One by one, the strangers running with him were dropping on the ground, shaking and unable to continue any further. Harry felt bad for them. It was really a shame that not everyone could be born with magic.
"OOOOOOOORA!" a semi-familiar voice shouted, and then suddenly a blur of blue swooshed past him, making Harry gape. Just who had that been, to have this much energy even after sixty kilometers of straight running at a marathon veteran's pace? They had to have been some kind of monster.
He blinked as the blur slowed down to a reasonable pace (although still much faster than a lot of the other remaining applicants) some distance ahead of him, and his eyes widened. He recognized that blue suit and that hair style, even from the back; it was that other man, Leorio!
Harry had to stare at that for a second. He hadn't pegged Leorio as being all that physically… capable.
His feet pounded against the ground relentlessly, his ears ringing with the sound. He didn't think he'd ever
unhear it.
…
Wait. Leorio? Harry's brain momentarily stopped. Did that mean that… Gon was here, too!? That way-too-innocent-for-his-own-good twelve year old, taking a deadly test with a probably psychopathic murderer/clown?
He searched around desperately, looking for green hair and a green jacket. No such telling signs of Gon were visible in front of him. He sighed and grinned, his sweat-soaked hair falling in his face. That made sense; Gon was a twelve year old kid from a small island. How could he have stayed ahead of him for this long? Shaking his head at himself, Harry glanced over his shoulder and examined the examinees (he allowed himself a brief smile; Fred would've appreciated that accidental joke. The smile abruptly faded.) behind him. No Gon there. He looked over his other shoulder. For a moment, he still saw nothing, but then he spied the boy he was looking for… who appeared to be not even the slightest bit tired.
So Gon had made it here after all, too. Harry wasn't sure how that made him feel. On the one hand, that was incredibly amazing for Gon to have arrived at the first Phase and still be running without the slightest bit of exhaustion. On the other hand,
Hisoka. On one foot, Gon was his own person with no obligation to do anything Harry might tell him to, and Harry himself had barreled headfirst into countless dangerous missions when
he had been a teen. On the other foot,
Hisoka.
"So then what should I do?" Harry growled to himself, wringing his hands through his hair as he turned back to face forward. Man, being older and wiser was tough sometimes. He somewhat missed the days when he was younger and more rash and his decisions usually turned out alright anyway.
At last, Harry decided that he couldn't just do
nothing, after all, so he pretended to take a break from running. The other contestants started to race past him en route to the staircase that lay directly ahead of them, and he thought that a group of three guys who looked like brothers might have been jogging in place next to him, trying to talk to him, but his attention was focused on Gon… and the white-haired kid whom he had spotted running alongside the boy.
Luckily, he didn't have to wait very long, for suddenly Gon and the cool, collected little white-haired boy suddenly sped past him, neck-and-neck with each other. His eyes widened. They were going even faster than they had been before, faster than he'd been running before he'd stopped! The amount of energy these two had was absolutely insane. Staring in disbelief, Harry shook himself out of his surprise. He was now the last one in the pack, with Gon and his apparent new friend being tied for second-to-last.
Perfect.
Harry pulled out his wand and hit it under his robes before pointing it at Gon. Then he whispered, "
Vestigium sphaeram!" before whispering it again while pointing his wand at Gon's friend. He didn't know anything about this kid, but he looked like he was twelve, too, so he had to keep an eye on him as well.
And that was the exact purpose of his use of the Tracking Spell,
Vestigium sphaeram. It was a spell Harry had used several times in important cases over the course of his Auror career, and was very helpful for tracking people. It gave you a one-way link to location and emotions of those it was cast upon. He had decided to use it in this case so that if they started to feel terribly afraid, he would know they were being hunted by Hisoka.
Speaking of which…
Harry's eyes fell upon the staircase ahead of him as he struck up a running pace again. Aha, there he was! Hisoka, the strange but terrifying redhead, whose presence even now made Harry feel like he was fourteen again, staring up at the Norwegian Ridgeback as it growled and bared its teeth at him. He swallowed; he had a clean shot. He pointed his wand at the man's back, and hissed out the Tracking Spell's incantation.
A thin beam of yellow light sped through the air, landing directly on its target.
And Hisoka froze, stiffening, before turning slowly, his eyes roaming across the sea of running applicants.
Then he noticed Harry.
And he
grinned and
licked his lips.
A chill ran down Harry's spine. What the actual
fuck? It wasn't common that Harry swore, or used Muggle swears at that, but this time was fully deserving of it. Hisoka had somehow felt the spell being used on him? It wasn't supposed to be able to be felt when casted on a person. And not only that, but how the
hell did Hisoka know it was him who had cast it when the man had been facing the complete opposite direction the whole time? And
what the fuck was that face?
No, seriously, what the
fuck was with that face? Harry felt like he was going to get raped or something, which was
definitely not a pleasant feeling.
Hisoka's mouth moved, and Harry distantly thought that the redhead might have been silently saying,
Meet with me later.
Harry's blood chilled, and with a
vicious smirk, the killer (and now possibly homosexual) clown turned back around and continued running up the steps.
Swallowing dry air, Harry mentally opened his connections with Gon, the white-haired kid, and Hisoka. The two teens were drawing near Hisoka, and although none of them seemed focused on each other, the redhead's presence through the spell felt…
turned on?... by Harry.
The wizard gulped as he took the first few stairs at an impressive stride.
Was it too late to back out of the Exam? Because he kind of wanted to back out of the Exam.
Life had been so much simpler before he'd stepped through that stupid portal.
~o~
Fresh air! Light! Above ground!
At long, long, last, the running was done. Harry couldn't have been happier. Well, actually, he could've, if the examiner—who was apparently called Satotz—had decided to fail Hisoka. Sadly, that wasn't the case.
After being the last one to emerge from the stairwell, thanks to his endeavor to track Gon, the white-haired kid, and Hisoka, the Boy-Who-Lived found himself on the top of a hill overlooking a vast marshland. He panted, his knees weak; his half hour for the Energy Charm still hadn't been used up yet. Now that they were at the end of the course, though, he supposed it didn't matter how efficient he was in his usage of the spell, so he simply repeated the incantation and sighed happily at the feeling of his physical stress and fatigue being pushed from his body. Those stairs had been absolute
torture. Not even his Auror training had been that much hell.
Sitting in front of him were Gon, his new friend, Leorio, and Kurapika, although Gon appeared to be standing up to get a better view of the marsh.
"Wow!" the kid breathed in awe. "It looks cool!"
"I guess you like nature, huh, Gon?" Harry greeted, walking up to the group and sitting beside Leorio.
The four turned to him, blinking. Gon grinned, and Leorio's eyes widened in recognition.
"Oh, hey, Harry!" Gon said cheerfully, waving. "You made it just in time!"
The old man of their friend group, Leorio, gasped and sat up straight. "Oi, I remember you! You're that old man who was sleeping on the ship!"
Harry's eye twitched. "Old man? I told you, I'm forty, not old! I can't be much older than you, anyway!"
"EH!?" Leorio sputtered furiously as, for some reason, Gon, the other resident twelve year old, and Kurapika exchanged amused looks before bursting into suppressed chuckles. "I'M NOT OLD, YOU RUDE GEEZER!"
"Hey, I'm not a…! Wait, what do you mean?" The wizard tilted his head in confusion. "You look like you're my age, maybe five years younger."
"I'M A TEENAGER!" Leorio fumed, and Harry's brain stalled for a few seconds.
"...Come again?"
Gon, his friend, and Kurapika's silent chuckles significantly increased in volume and ferocity.
"I. Am. Nine. Teen!" the (
YOUNG!?) man said slowly, enunciating the words very carefully like he was talking to a little toddler. Harry just gaped, trying to match that height and those facial features with a nineteen year old.
"...Yeah, sorry, I am just
not seeing it," Harry deadpanned, and was very surprised when Leorio's eyes suddenly went all white and squinty.
"
Here, I'll just show you my ID!" Leorio growled. He reached into his pocket, whipped out a wallet, and opened it up, tapping a white card in one of the wallet's card holders. Harry squinted at it and stared blankly at the writing on the card.
"I can't read," Harry admitted at last, shaking his head at Leorio, who groaned and smacked his palm against his face.
"You're forty years old and you
can't read? Man, you really are a geezer."
Now Harry's eye was
really twitching, but he calmed himself down and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Yeah, it's something that I'm trying to fix," he said. "It's just that the place I come from has a different written language than that." Which wasn't a lie at all. "Anyway, Gon, why don't you introduce your friends to me?"
"Oh!" The green haired kid stopped laughing and blinked. "Yeah, sure, Harry!" He turned to his friends and grinned while he motioned to the eldest Potter. "Guys, this is Harry Potter. Harry, these are Leorio," (here he pointed to the still-grumbling
young man) "Kurapika," (here he pointed to the blond, who offered Harry a friendly wave and a warm smile) "and Killua." (Here he pointed to the white-haired kid.)
Harry blinked.
Wait,
Killua? That name rang a bell. Wasn't that one of the applicants that Tonpa had mentioned? And actually, now that he thought about it, Tonpa
had said that Killua was a twelve-year-old and… had the number 99 tag. But… man, Killua didn't really
feel that dangerous to Harry. He just seemed like a nice kid.
"It's nice to meet you all," he said, nodding his head at them. He smiled at Leorio and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry we got off on the wrong foot today, Leorio."
The spiky-haired man sighed despairingly. "Oh, it's alright. These guys thought I was old, too… Besides, you were nice back on the boat, so I won't hold it against you."
Harry grinned. The nineteen-year-old was a pretty nice guy.
He would've said more, but the examiner, Satotz, chose that time to start talking. "The Numere Wetlands," he said, pointing to the swamp drowned in fog below the hill, and Harry still had no idea how the dude talked without… having a mouth. "Also known as the Swindler's Swamp. We must cross these wetlands to get to Phase Two of the Hunter Exam. This place is home to many bizarre animals, many of them being cunning, insatiable creatures who deceive humans and prey upon them. Be very careful."
Satotz, standing in the front of the pack of Hunter examinees, turned to them all and raised his finger. His moustache twitched as he continued speaking.
"If you let them trick you, you're dead."
Harry swallowed.
People were probably going to die here, he realized. His skin itched. He wanted to stop that from happening, but there were so many people here. Just looking at all of the different hairstyles and hats poking up from the crowd, he guessed at least 300 were still in the running. Probably more than that. He heard Satotz saying more from the corner of his ear, but Harry was more focused on the issue of what to do. He had to keep Gon and his friends away from Hisoka, while staying a healthy distance from the man as well. But he also didn't want to have any of these people die here.
He might not know them, but they all probably had families, a whole life of their own to return to. And yet, at the same time, they had all entered this Phase knowing their lives could be on the line. Would it be fair to go against their conviction like this?
Harry chewed his lower lip.
If I see anyone in danger, he decided at last, nodding to himself,
I will save them. I won't go looking to potentially put myself in a dangerous spot, though. Ginny's waiting for me back home. I have to return to her, who so patiently agreed that I could go on this last great adventure. And I have to find Ron and Hermione, too.
"I just said that they can't," Leorio was grumbling as Harry lifted from his mental debate.
He blinked. "What?"
"D-Don't fall for it…" a raspy voice croaked, and with growing confusion, Harry followed the turning of everyone else's heads to the right.
Stumbling out from behind the tunnel's exit was a raggedy man who looked like he'd been through torture. His skin was dashed with claw marks that raked across his cheeks and chin. A mixture of dirt and blood dripped from his face. He staggered, so weak and frail that he seemed as though he might collapse from a single gust of wind, like a piece of vertical paper in a tornado.
"That m-man," the newcomer choked out, pointing with a trembling finger to the stone-faced Satotz. Harry noticed that the man's shirt sleeve was ripped. This was strange, though, because there was no dirt or blood around the tear nor any sign of injury on the skin underneath. The rest of the man's clothes were clean, as well. "That m-man… is lying to all of you! He's an imposter!"
"What's he talking about?" Harry whispered to Leorio.
Leorio looked at him with terrified eyes. "You didn't hear? Satotz was talking about how the creatures in the swamp will do anything to deceive a human. But… maybe Satotz was trying to deceive us, too!"
"Him?" Harry narrowed his eyes at Satotz. It was true that the purple-haired, lanky man moved like a robot and had no visible mouth, but he'd made no attempts to eat any of them. Satotz hadn't even looked at any of them hungrily, the way a predator might (i.e. Hisoka). And for some reason, Harry was getting a minute feeling of hidden power from the man in black. He didn't know why, but it felt like a very
human power. His magic itched with it.
"So, wait," Harry said slowly but loudly, "Satotz was talking about how the creatures in this swamp will do anything to deceive you…" He turned to the man with dirt all over his face, who trembled even as he stood, and raised an eyebrow. "And then you immediately happened to come around from that corner? Right then?"
"Yes…" the man coughed, pounding his chest and doubling over. "He attacked a friend of mine and me, ate my friend, and left me for dead while I was waiting for the first applicant." A wave of tense murmuring washed over the applicants. "I finally managed to get back here and warn all of you! Run away from him, come with me! I know a safe place where he won't get to any of you! Do not trust him!"
"W-W-Which one is it!?" a very confused Leorio gasped, looking between the bloodied man and the silently observing Satotz. "I don't know who is the real one!"
Harry narrowed his eyes, studying the supposed 'real examiner.'
For a man who's supposedly on death's door as he's claiming to be, whose throat is covered with something like blood and appears to have been attacked, his speech just cleared up awfully well.
"Who are the examiners?" Harry whispered to Kurapika as the rest of the applicants slowly backed away from Satotz. "Why were they hired to be examiners in the first place?"
"They all are Hunters," the blond replied, his brown eyes regarding Harry appraisingly. "Why are you asking?"
Shifting his black robes for greater comfort, Harry hummed. "And these Hunters… would they happen to be likely to lose to a swamp creature?"
"I wouldn't see it happening," Kurapika confirmed. "They're trained to be the strongest of the strongest."
"I see." Harry's eyes fell upon the 'real' examiner, while Satotz watched with a raised eyebrow. "Oi!" the wizard spoke up, lowering his voice for more emphasis. "What proof do you have that you're the real examiner? If you were the real one, I bet you'd have proof of being a Hunter."
Unseen by Harry, Hisoka's eyes fell upon him from the midst of the crowd, and a sly grin turned up his lips.
"P-Proof?" The conspiracy claimer hesitated for a moment, his light brown hair swaying as a very slight breeze rolled over the hilltop. Then he reached behind the wall of the tunnel exit and pulled over a dead corpse of a very large monkey with nasty, jagged teeth, and he appeared to have Satotz's face. Harry's eyes widened, and he tensed his muscles.
Another Kiriko? Were there evil Kiriko who hunted humans in Swindler's Swamp?
"Agh! It's Satotz's face!" Leorio gulped, pointing at the dead monkey with blood-splattered brown fur.
"This is a man-eating ape," the injured man explained, "one of the many creatures living in Swindler's Swamp. They take the face of a human to lure real people into the swamp, then eat them."
A renewed round of confused and scared mumbling rose up among the applicants, and Harry sucked in a breath. That was one nasty trick. And it seemed like the other exam takers were starting to believe in the tale thanks to this information.
However, Kurapika walked up beside Harry and folded his arms. "Sir, that corpse is not proof that you're a Hunter. If you were really a Hunter, which is the requirement for being an examiner, then you'd have a Hunter's License on you. Show yours to us, and then we'll believe you."
A bead of sweat rolled down the brown-haired man's cheek, bringing some red blood and brown dirt with it. "That thing stole it from me!" he said after hesitating for too long for it to be a legit statement. Harry closed his eyes and sighed. After years of being an Auror, he had a good grasp on how long it took people to tell the truth and to tell a lie.
But surprisingly, the next person to speak out wasn't Harry or Kurapika… but none other than Leorio.
"Hold up right there!" Leorio exclaimed, pointing like a lawyer at the now obviously fake examiner. "No Hunter worth his salt would ever let anyone or anything take his Hunter's License from him! Do you know how much money you can sell one of those babies for?" he barked, steam blowing from his nose. "And how many discounts you can get with it? There's no way anyone would let a mere swamp animal take their Hunter's License,
moron! You're obviously a fake!"
"Hey, yeah, that's right!" someone else in the crowd said, and then a chorus of agreements rose up following that. Other voice spoke up to counter that and say that Satotz was still probably a fake.
Kurapika stared incredulously at Leorio. "
That was what tipped you off?" he muttered, shaking his head with a growing amused smile.
Harry blinked. "I take it Leorio likes money?"
"Yes, he does," Gon spoke up cheerfully, raising his hand.
Killua rolled his eyes. "He's a greedy geezer."
Leorio's teeth ground in frustration. "You guys are jerks," he mumbled.
"Well, since many of you are still uncertain even despite their logic," a very smooth voice said, a voice Harry instantly recognized as Hisoka's, "then there's one easy way to tell who is who." Harry stiffened, instantly fearing for someone's life; there was going to be at least one death out of this, he just
knew it.
FWIP FWIP FWIP. FWIP FWIP FWIP.
Three playing cards lodged themselves deep into skull of the man who claimed to be the real examiner, travelling so fast Harry could barely even see them until they had stopped. At the same time, three other cards whizzed at Satot. The man caught them without any effort between his fingers, which were even fully extended.
Harry, like the other examinees,
sloooowly looked at a smiling Hisoka.
"And that," Hisoka sang, tossing a card up in the air and catching it repeatedly, "proves that Satotz is our real examiner."
Twitching, Leorio made a noise that sounded rather like a rat choking on nothing.
Slowly, the suddenly dead body of the thing that had cried imposter collaped over on the ground, unmoving. A few seconds passed in which no one moved, and not a sound was heard, save for the wind rustling the grass quietly. Then, the body of the man-eating ape, which was apparently still alive, squeaked, leaped up, and scampered away in terror down the hillside.
Hisoka smirked.
Harry just
stared. The sheer
power emanating from this man at this time… it was incredible. It was terrifying. And the fact that those cards had been thrown so hard that they had pierced something's skull… that was
much faster than a spell could travel. Everything about this man screamed danger, and it made Harry's skin crawl. He hadn't felt this way since looking at Voldemort's terrible face for the first time. He gritted his teeth, angry; he shouldn't
have to feel like this anymore! He was a grown man, he had defeated the most evil sorcerer of history, and this man in front of him didn't even know magic!
But even then, just from the sheer intensity of the blood lust emanating from the one-way connection he had established with Hisoka, Harry knew that he was way too far below Hisoka's league.
Gazing at the immensely strong man tossing a card casually in the air, Harry Potter trembled.
"We won't even need to check Satotz for his Hunter License," Hisoka said, chuckling and shaking his head. "Any Hunter with the ability to be an examiner would need to at least be able to block that attack."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Satotz said, bowing low so only his purple hair could be seen on his head. "However, should you attack me again, for any reason, I will report you for turning on an examiner. You will be immediately kicked from the Exam. Are we clear?"
A wave of power
also emanated from Satotz, washing over Harry's magic and making him suck in a terrified breath. It wasn't as strong as Hisoka's, but it was
strong. He could feel it without even a Tracking Spell connection; what was this man's power!?
Harry shivered and backed up a step, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.
These people were
strength.
A frightening smirk turned up Hisoka's lips, the same kind of grin that he'd looked upon Harry with before, on the staircase. Harry was very glad he was not Satotz right then. "Crystal," said Hisoka.
Cawing drew everyone's attention back to the corpse of the imposter, where vultures were flying down and immediately going to town on their new meal. At least this sight didn't bother him; he'd seen more disgusting processes of nature in Herbology back at Hogwarts.
"Nature really can be brutal to watch…" Leorio mumbled, to which Harry silently agreed despite not being disgusted.
Kurapika sighed. "So that man was a man-faced ape, as well," he said, shaking his head. "That makes sense."
"He was attempting to confuse the applicants, to lure some of them away," Satotz explained, his hands in his pants pockets. All eyes turned to him.
"We can't let down our guard," Killua observed, sounding both impressed and annoyed. Gon nodded.
The examiner of Phase One stepped forward, and the crowd of applicants parted to allow him to pass. "You will be encountering this kind of deception on a regular basis." He stopped at the edge of the group of applicants, directly in front of where the vultures were eating the man-faced ape's corpse. "I believe that a number of you were fooled by his lies?"
Satotz turned and stared sternly at all the examinees, and Harry cracked his knuckles, needing a distraction from his thoughts. "Do you understand? If you lose sight of me in the Numere Wetlands fog, you will never reach the exam's Second Phase. Do bear that in mind. Now, let us be on our way. Please follow me."
Harry hesitated a little as Satotz and the others immediately began running down the hillside once again. Shaking himself back into his confidence, he took off again, keeping pace with Gon, Killua, Kurapika, and Leorio.
"Tch, another marathon," grumbled Leorio as they descended into the marsh.
Kurapika nodded. "And this time through wet ground. That will make running slower and more tiresome, requiring more energy."
"But even more than that, the mental strain on not knowing what could be or couldn't be a trap will put a lot of stress on us," Harry added above the din of pounding, splashing feet.
And then a voice chimed in that made Harry's blood run cold.
"Hm, that would certainly be true," hummed the voice of Hisoka from right next to Harry's ear, so close that the black-haired man could actually feel the clown's hot breath. "But don't you think that talking while running would also take more energy?"
His heart pounded, and Harry froze as the terrifying wave of Hisoka's power washed over him.
"Do you want to play, number 3. 3. 3-
san?" whispered Hisoka, licking his lips.
"H-Hisoka!" he tried to gasp, but already, Hisoka's hand was clamping around his mouth, preventing him from making anything more than a muffled cry. Unaware of his plight, Gon, Killua, Kurapika, and Leorio continued running forward into the mist. In seconds they had already disappeared from his vision, the fog consuming them.
"Don't involve your little friends, in this," Hisoka said quietly in Harry's ear, and the forty-year-old wizard could almost feel the evil smile that accompanied it. "You are the only one I want today."
Around them, the applicants raced by, leaving them behind with only a worried glance at Harry. None of them wanted to mess with Hisoka. He was simply too powerful. At last, they were the only ones left in the mist.
"Now then," Hisoka said calmly, releasing his hold on Harry, who immediately whirled away, falling into a karate stance. "Why don't you tell me what kind of
Nen you used on me back in the tunnel?"
Nen? Harry didn't know what that was, but it sounded important. Even so… he couldn't reveal it. Having Hisoka, especially, find out about magic would be a serious threat. He had to escape.
Harry took a step back. He paused, then looked past Hisoka, and his eyes opened wide in fear.
"W-W-W-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" he shouted suddenly, pointing past the redhead, who stared flatly at him before slowly looking over his shoulders. The second he was out of Hisoka's gaze, he pictured the hill they'd just been on.
CRACK.
Hisoka jumped and turned around at the unexpected sound, and stared when he saw no Harry in sight. Frowning, Hisoka searched for any
Nen nearby.
"Nothing," he said, raising an eyebrow. "He's... gone."
He paused.
He could feel his blood lust rising, and despite his confusion, he felt
excitement.
"
Ohhh," he moaned, trembling with it all. "
Ohhhhh!
333!"
Curiosity. This 333 was
new, was
refreshing.
"Interesting…" Hisoka actually giggled as he returned to running forward into the mist. "So very, very interesting." Oh, this was indeed perhaps one of the most interesting potentials he'd ever felt.
And it made Hisoka
schwing.
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A/N: I hope I got Hisoka's Semi-Evil Pervy Clowness down right. I really, really hope I did. And if I didn't, please
let me know.