HxH Imagines Blog

Meteor City...

You had only been there once before, but its crumbling skyline and treacherous odor brought back the memories of what felt like a thousand lifetimes. 

Here I go...

Trembling like a child, you try to decide if it would be better to ignore your anxieties, or be cautioned by them. You try and ground yourself. 

No good.

Your heart pounds a mile a minute, but you still feel lost for air -- no, more than that, you’re at a loss for words. For meaning. For confidence.

Who am I fooling...

Crestfallen, you turn away from the task at hand, but as you knew well, fate was not so easily deterred, and destiny was not set in stone.

It was two years ago when your father died. He was your best friend, your patient teacher, and your Nen instructor. He always said that the most powerful weapon was love. What used to inspire you now only mocks you; he was nothing but a fool. Love is neither a weapon nor a shield; if it was either of those, you wouldn’t be a jenny-less orphan. The bandits that ambushed you and your father those two years ago killed one, but had also taken the life of the other. Your life was your own, but that day changed your fate forever. You learned that your father was wrong; you learned that revenge is far more powerful than love.

“You know you don’t stand a chance, right?”

This voice... so cold, it felt as if an ice cube was rolling down your back. You were brought back to reality.

A pathetic “W-what?” was all you could summon from your lungs, and even though weren’t sure who was talking, you felt embarrassment.

“If you want to get your revenge, you could’ve at least picked a time that Chrollo was actually here.”

Still unable to identify the voice, you decided to bluff.

“I’m sorry, did I need an appointment? I would’ve dropped a line, but, wouldn’t you know it, the phone-book doesn’t have the number for the Phantom Troupe’s lair.”

“Confident, are we? Well, that has to count for something,”

A figure now emerged, and you could see your conversation partner clearly. He wore a black robe and mask, his ivory skin peeking out in only a few places. His eyes were dark and brooding, which only accented his ambiguous expression. You had never seen someone so juxtaposed; so jaded, yet so nimble; so solemn, but so quick. You wonder whether he purposefully tried not so show any emotion, or if it was the result of years of battle experience. He’s most definitely a very cautious opponent, you thought to yourself, so then why do I feel such an intense aura? It was as if he was doused in gasoline: just one spark, and he would erupt into a passionate and steady flame. 

“But it unfortunately doesn’t count for much. I can tell you’re in no position to fight the leader. Turn away now, and I might just let you live.”

“Then I’ll just have to settle for a fight with you!” You yelled, a little louder than you were expecting to.

“And what makes you think I’d agree to that?” he said, sneering behind the mask. 

But he had already given himself away; he was reaching for a weapon, true, but even more noteworthy, his whole mood seemed to change. Your assessment was correct -- his zest for battle betrayed his own confident and cool persona. You are entranced and amused, and you have a feeling that he feels the same way.

Both of you were skilled in the ways of the blade, but you couldn’t land a single hit on Feitan; he fluttered gingerly past every swipe and swing you could muster. But something is wrong, You think, he’s acting only defensively. 

“What is it you want?” he goaded, “if it’s revenge, then you’re out of luck. We don’t remember anyone we kill”

Still fighting, and between pants, you stifle your emotions to keep from crying.

“You’re all monsters!”

You use up the last of your energy to strike one last time. But as your sword moves like an extension of yourself, your last memento of your father flies away from you.

A golden locket shaped like an Orca. That was the one thing the Phantom Troupe didn’t take that day. You remember your father giving it to you all of those years ago; you were just a little kid. You could still hear his words echo in your mind, even now when you have failed at avenging him. Don’t lose this, he said while patting you on your head, My employee discount only covers half of the cost.

Despite being a nen master, your father had always had to work hard to maintain stability after your mother passed. It was one of the things you loved and respected him for. This locket was a sign of not only his love, but his devotion to those he needed the most. He had bought this locket for you at work; he was a trainer and keeper of the orcas at York-new City’s largest aquarium.

Now, lying on the ground defeated, you wait for the finishing blow. But it doesn’t come. Instead, you see his pale hand pluck the locket from off the ground.

“Where did you get this?”

“My father. He worked with Tamara the killer whale.”

You don’t have enough strength to move your head and confirm, but the atmosphere changed yet again, and you could hear what sounded like sobs trying to conceal themselves. 

The only thing Hisoka loved more than hot showers was writing for his travel blog. But when he found that the places he wanted to visit were restricted, he decided to enroll in the hunter exam. Will Hisoka be able to pull through with the help of his new (and dreamy) friend, Illumi?

Hisoka woke up on the day of the exam feeling excited. As he breathed in the fresh morning air, his mind was alight with the possibilities this new certification could bring him. This morning, though it was the beginning to a bid day, started no different than any other morning: with the blog. 

“Zaban City- your complete guide to the city of aspiring hunters,” he started to write. Aspiring hunters... Just the idea excited him, and made him giddy. Too nervous to work longer than that, he got up, took a shower, and put on his favorite outfit: Harlequin leggings, a white crop top with the four card suits on it, black platform boots, and his gold star earrings. To top it all off, he drew a pink star under his left eye, and a blue water drop under is right. 

Perfect. Now that the look was done, it was time for breakfast. He thought about what he should pack... A change of clothes for sure... How long was this exam, anyway? Just as he was finishing his favorite breakfast, Froot Loops with almond milk, he got a text.

“Wishing you luck! I hope you have lots of fun! We miss you!! -Chrollo”

Hisoka couldn’t stop the rush to his stomach. The last big city he wrote about was Meteor City, a place he never wanted to go back to. But while he was there, he met a tight-knit yoga group that called themselves the spiders, presumably because they could stretch really far with their long legs. Hisoka made sure to tell them that he wasn’t too into yoga, but they let him in anyway, as Chrollo, the leader, clicked with him right away. Although, after missing a couple of meetings, Hisoka got the feeling that maybe the rest of the group didn’t like his spontaneous, fun style. Still, Chrollo and him kept in contact, and had become quite close, even over the distance. 

“Thanks babes! I can’t wait to show you my new, shiny licence”

But before sending the text, Hisoka added his signature heart emoji, but this time in red. He didn’t know if it was the excitement of the morning, but he was feeling flirty, and the sole recipient of this frisky attitude at the moment was Chrollo.

Hisoka always added a little flare, and that was what Chrollo liked about him. Chrollo was a shy, bookish sort, and Hisoka was confident, brilliant, and so very metropolitan. 

With his correspondence with Chrollo established, and his things packed, Hisoka left his small Zaban City hotel room for the Hunters Exam. As he was leaving the lobby, though, a delicious smell from the restaurant next door greeted him. Well... Maybe I could just indulge a little... and besides, I could give this place some exposure on my blog.

Ever the critic, Hisoka found it best to experience the food and service of a restaurant from a quiet and undisturbed portion of the establishment, so he always made sure to ask for a private room, if they had one. He walked in, ordered and noodle bowl with medium rare beef, and was surprised at how quickly he was ushered into a delightfully decorated little room with a big table. 

This place seems super promising, he said to himself. Then, all of the sudden, what felt like an earthquake started to occur... well, no it couldn’t be an earthquake, but it felt so strange... as if the room itself was an elevator. He uncrossed his legs and immediately shot up from his seat and tried to open the door, but it was sealed shut and wouldn’t slide. It was then that he noticed that the table was bolted to the floor, which confirmed that this room was meant to move. 

Hisoka was angry and annoyed that the server didn’t warn him that this was only an elevator leading to the real room. He was also wondering how much time it would take for them to get there to serve him, as he had somewhere he needed to be. 

When the door opened, Hisoka was feeling very cross, so his arms were folded and his toe was pointed. What he saw next, he was not expecting.

An underground chamber full of chattering people, all wearing numbered badges. As a little green man walked up to him, Hisoka considered that he maybe wasn’t in a restaurant after all. 

“Welcome to the Hunter’s Exam! Your number will be 44. Feel free to mingle until about noon, when we will be starting the exam. Good luck!”

Embarrassed yet impressed with his instincts, Hisoka took the badge with his number on it, and sat down to write in his notepad. He didn’t want to bring his precious computer, so paper and pen would have to do. After a couple of minutes, he looked up from his notes to see that the room was now filled with a lot more people, one of which was walking right towards him.

A short, fat man with a five-o-clock shadow and a rectangular nose was making his way towards Hisoka with a can of juice in his hand.

“Hello. Is this your first time taking the exam?” Said the man, whose number was 16.

“Yes.” Said Hisoka, not interested in entertaining someone who looked like that.

“My name’s Tonpa, nice to meet you! Would you like some juice?”

“No thanks, I don’t drink anything but water and coffee,” Hisoka responded.

“Suit yourself,” said Tonpa, who looked upset.

As he was walking away, a man nearby, who had been watching the exchange, came over and sat next to Hisoka.

“You have quite keen instincts. What is your name?” Said the man, whose 301 badge was now clearly in view.

“Hisoka; charmed” He replied, outstretching his hand towards the stranger, being sure to show off both his manicure and his jewelry.

When the stranger looked back at Hisoka’s ivory, outstretched hand, Hisoka got a good look at him. His eyes were massive and luminous; very dark and not very expressive. His jet-black hair was down to his elbows, and looked so smooth and strong that someone could pull taffy on top of it and it wouldn't be damaged. But more than anything else, Hisoka noticed this beautiful stranger’s dead-pan expression. Had this man shaken his hand as he was invited to, Hisoka would’ve been uninterested; But instead, the man ignored his hand and continued asking questions. Oh no, Hisoka thought, He’s exactly my type!

“...could you let me know?”

“Pardon?” gasped Hisoka, who had been daydreaming instead of listening.

“I told you that I’m looking for a boy who’s about twelve years old and has white hair and a skateboard. If you see him, could you point him out?” Repeated the man, seemingly unbothered by having to repeat himself. 

“That depends,” purred Hisoka “who would I be reporting to?”

“Me. Perhaps I misjudged your ability to aid me..” replied the man, expression still unchanged.

“No, I just meant that I don’t know your name” said Hisoka, whose attempt at flirting had gotten confused for stupidity.

“My name is Illumi. What’s your phone number?”

Baffled at how quickly things were going between the two, Hisoka marveled at how straightforward Illumi was... how adorable. Hisoka loved a man who wasn’t concerned with self awareness. Biting his lip, Hisoka put his number into Illumi’s phone. Handing it back, Hisoka jested “Now I hope you know how hurt I get when I wait up for a call that doesn’t come.”

Seemingly ignoring Hisoka’s banter again, Illumi started to get up.

“Well, I won’t be too upset!” Hisoka tried desperately to keep him there, but Illumi was blended in with the crowd in a blink of an eye.

Hisoka at the disco headcanons!

Hisoka loves to disco!

He’s not a huge fan of the music or the crowds, but he loves to bungee gum his ears and stand as close as he possibly can to the speaker!

That way, if anyone tries to approach him, they’ll be deafened immediately, giving him the upper hand

Hisoka also loves buying colorful, fruity drinks at the bar

When he purposely spills them on people, the bright pink stain is hard to remove!

He’s been racking up a tab on someone else’s credit card for the past 2 years, what a fun surprise!

Hisoka is not too bad a dancer

His favorite move is grinding on strangers and then decking them when they turn around to look at him

His heels are also great for “accidentally” stepping on people’s feet

Yes, of course!! Hope you enjoy :D

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You know Hisoka loves you.

The two of you have been together for almost a year now. You’re a two star hunter, a floor master in the Heaven’s arena, and, according to Hisoka, one of the strongest nen users he’s ever met. He was drawn to your strength, your potential, your ability to hold your own, and you’ve never disappointed.

You know he loves you, but Hisoka can be a terribly... terribly difficult person to read. 

It’s an irrational fear, but the idea that he’s losing interest has been nagging at you for longer than you’re comfortable with. It feels like the dates have become less extravagant, his kisses are growing shorter, his embrace is growing colder... It’s ridiculous, of course. It’s all in your head, but you’d feel better if those insecurities were quelled.

So when Hisoka asked you to come along as his plus one to an exclusive, invitation only banquet, it came as quite the pleasant surprise. Just for the occasion, you wore your midnight blue evening gown, paired with an exquisite pair of diamond earrings and the nicest heels you own.

As you finished getting changed, the door swung open and Hisoka entered the room without knocking.

“Wow,” he commented, eyeing you up and down. “Interesting choice.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, batting your eyes innocently.

“I just find it interesting,” he said, the ever present grin remaining on his face. “I don’t think I would have picked that dress. It’s quite a surprise.”

“A... good surprise?”

“It’s different. I can appreciate that.” His eyes stopped on your arm. “Where did you get that?”

You followed his gaze to the fresh cut diagonal across your inner arm. You had forgotten about it until now, but its presence being commented on suddenly made you embarrassed to be wearing a sleeveless dress. “A nick from training yesterday,” you answered, rolling your arm to hide it.

“Let me see.”

You reluctantly held your arm out for Hisoka to inspect. To your surprise, he held you in place by the wrist and... licked the wound?

“What... are you doing?”

“This prevents infection.”

You stared at him, hoping to read something on his face. He simply smiled back.

“I feel like that’s not true.”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

Before you could respond to that, Hisoka swiftly exited the room the same way he came in — without any warning. You took that as your cue to follow, and the two of you began the drive to the banquet hall.

The ride was surprisingly quiet, considering what had just transpired, and your insecurities towards his feelings for you were growing stronger by the second. What did he mean, “interesting choice”? Was he negging you? Was he licking your arm to be affectionate??? What was that???

The arrival at the banquet hall postponed your thinking, and upon entering the building, Hisoka abandoned you to “scope out the competition”.

Fine, you thought to yourself, I’ll scope out some competition on my own. Your eyes flitted across the room until you locked gazes with a man over by the dessert table. Perfect.

“Did you get ditched by your date, too?” You asked, saddling up next to the stranger.

“I didn’t come with one,” he smiled. “I’ve been waiting for a pretty thing like you to talk to me.” While the man chatted you up, you felt a pair of eyes on your back and a dark presence making its way over.

“Darling,” Hisoka’s voice was cold behind you. “Who is this?”

“Oh, only the most impressive man in the room,” you said, trying to get a rise out of Hisoka. Is he... jealous?

“I’m not that impressive,” the man laughed awkwardly, “I never even come to these things anyways. I’m a three star hunter, so they begged me to show up.”  

“Hm,” Hisoka hummed. “Three stars, you say?” The jealousy was practically dripping off of him at this point. You felt butterflies in your stomach. Possessive is a good look on him, you thought to yourself.

“That’s right,” the stranger responded, snapping you back to reality.

“A place like this must be incredibly boring for you then,” Hisoka purred, “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more... Interesting?”

Wait, what?

“Why the hell not,” the man said, and turned to you, “We should talk again sometime.”

“Wait, hold on... What? Hisoka —” You started to ask what he was doing, but he quickly interrupted.

“You can call yourself a taxi. We’re heading out.”

Ah.

So Hisoka wasn’t jealous that some handsome stranger was hitting on you, he was jealous of you for talking to the strongest hunter in the building.

As your now ex-boyfriend left to go beat down a man ten times stronger than him in a parking lot somewhere, you were comforted by at least knowing your instincts were correct.

After Hisoka’s betrayal of the Phantom Troupe, there had been a vacancy in the spider. On the insistence of your friend, Machi, you requested to join — a lifetime of experience stealing and a uniquely powerful nen ability had made you an easy qualifier for the new number 4.

While this isn’t your first time committing a high profile crime, tonight is a special night — your first heist with the troupe.

This, of course, means quality time with the leader, Chrollo Lucilfer. While he was something of an enigma, it appeared he had taken a liking to you. His attempts at conversation and the feeling of his gaze on you during meetings did not slip by unnoticed. This night in particular was no different; as you waited in the abandoned warehouse for the rest of the troupe, you felt a presence behind you.

“Are you ready for your big debut?” Hearing his voice, you turned around and answered his question.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He granted you a warm smile in response, and gazed longingly at the sky. “You’re going to do well. I trust in your ability.” As you faced him, something shiny caught your eye. 

“What are you holding?”

“Oh, this?” Bringing it to the light, it became very apparent that Chrollo was holding a hefty 2 litre of Mountain Dew. “Sorry, I’ve been in the mood for something sweet. I... suppose that seems a bit childish, huh?” He chuckled to himself.

The question tumbled out before you could stop yourself. “Aren’t you diabetic?”

Whatever hint of a smile was on his face dissipated immediately. He sighed, dropping his arm back and masquerading the drink again in shadow. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“What’s not to understand about diabetes? Danchou, you can’t drink that.”

“Can you truly know yourself if you don’t know your limits?” He took a sip from his bottle hoping to seem unaffected, but offense had clearly been taken. “This is one step in a lifelong journey to understand myself. I can’t claim to know who I am without knowing what I am not.” 

Those were a lot of words that meant absolutely nothing. You sat there, jaw agape, watching him as he began to chug the soda.

“Danchou, that’s... This... It doesn’t work like that. I think it you’re gonna die.” You scanned the room. “Is anyone else here? You need to go to a hospital.”