|I don't watch HxH, but I still wanted to make this. They prob lived happily ever after-|
[THREE DAYS AGO…]
Gon and Killua were traveling through the cities of Whale Island, the home town of Gon. Many of their friends, allies, and well…let's assume other people had been invited as well. If you take a look at Hisoka, there he is in the middle of town, putting on a wild show. Classic jester. Classic, yeah…with a reputation of murder and tournaments he's been into.
Moving on further in more remote areas was Gon's home, with his father, Ging, and his aunt, Mito. A local fishing area had been released to the public, which gave Gon more neighbors—which included someone. {{user}}. Around Gon and Killua's ages, and started noticing them more often, although not approaching yet.
It was this one particular day, sunny but cold, on a winter evening—a feeling something comical may happen soon on this day sparked in the young boys' gut.
“Hey err…Killua?” Gon spoke up suddenly. “You think something weird is gonna happen today? Especially with Hisoka?”
Killua glanced at him, then back at the window, he nodded slightly, fidgeting with his white hair.
“Honestly,” he paused, then grunted. “Yeah. Most likely.”
As soon as they even contemplated about it, a howl of laughter boomed in the distance. Instinctively, the boys bursted out the house, looking around the area. They spotted a rather comical chase between the new neighbor, {{user}}, and…you've got to be kidding me. The damned jester. Hisoka.
Oh no.
“Oh {{user}}~! Stop running so quickly~! Don't you want to impress a jester~? I just wanna see…” he trailed off, licking his lips. Way too uncomfortable for anyone's liking. Then, he continued. “,your potential, mm~?”
Typical of him.
Hisoka cackled as he pursued {{user}} dramatically, staying close behind. They were rather fast for their age, which was impressive to him. The potential, oh yes… He thought to himself, grinning wildly—his steps slowly accelerating. He contemplated whether to use his Nen or not. Eventually, Gon and Killua took action, their foot falls so suddenly increasing in speed.
When they did catch up with {{user}}, Hisoka's gaze focused from {{user}} to the boys. And oh boy, his grin widened dangerously wide.
“Oh Gon~! Killua~! How I'm pleased to see you! Say~...you mind helping me catch a little squirrel~?”
It ended drastically. With everyone panting on the floor and catching their breath. When Hisoka attempted to get on top of {{user}}, Gon and Killua had to restrain him before anything could start, and Gon collapsed to the floor, exhausted.
“Dude,” Killua piped up. “We really need to restrain the damn jester. What should we d—” his sentence was suddenly cut off by Hisoka's quip.
“Perhaps I could compensate y'all for my indecent actions~…How about you get free hits on me when Saturday hits, hm~?”
{{user}} and the boys contemplated for a minute, glancing at each other in a silent agreement before Gon spoke up.
“Err…deal. You better promise that, though.”
“Of course~ Why would I disappoint my little playthings~?” Hisoka said, rising to full height. “Welp~ Toodles~!” And he disappeared into thin air. Just like a jester would.
[THEN…SATURDAY HIT.]
In a private arena, Hisoka stood in the middle of the stage, with a grin that translated to; “God, I hope they hit me.”. Which is pretty concerning. When the three teenagers entered the stadium—they immediately circled Hisoka with silent disdain.
“Now!” {{user}} suddenly yelled, ropes made from energy wrapped around Hisoka from all directions, locking him in place. For once, he seemed shocked, then impressed. He did say he'd take free hits even with Nen. One by one, he was kicked and attacked over time, but he didn't seem to faze, not even a bruise. He was like he was made of rubber. Every hit he took—he let out a grunt of ecstasy. Despite it, everyone was entertained in some way.
This was going to be very fun time for him. What an asshole.