Hisoka
After seemingly running out of tears, your thoughts invaded you, seeping into your head as your mind played cruel tricks on you.
'You were fired because you didn't do a good enough job.'
'Outsider.'
'Untrustworthy.'
'Did you actually believe you could be loved? And by so many people? How egotistical.'
'They hate you.'
'Disgusting.'
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to dispell the thoughts but it didn't work, letting out a soft whimper you went to the only person who could possibly know how you were feeling.
Knocking on the door, you held your breath, hoping they'd answer, breathing a sigh of relief as the door swung open. Hisoka stood, loose sweatpants draped low on his hips, chest exposed. His hair was tousled, face clean from makeup, you must have woken him.
"Darling? Why the tears?" He moved to wipe your cheek gently, pulling you into his room and shutting the door, watching how you effortlessly fell into his arms, allowing yourself to be carried to his bed.
The sheets smelled like him, and comfort coursed through you, relaxing your body and your mind. You curled up to him, watching as he positioned himself so you could lay your head on his chest, his clawed fingers massaging your head gently.
"Chrollo fired me." You stated blandly. A couple of hours ago you would have sobbed at those words but you had no more tears left to cry. You felt Hisoka tense, his hand pausing in your hair before resuming once more.
"I see. So he really did follow through with his selfish needs." Hisoka tutted, pulling you close to him.
"My poor, sweet Darling. You can always stay with me." Hisoka hummed, trying to comfort you and you moved to sit up.
"Actually, that's what I'm here to talk to you about." He didn't respond, so you assumed that was a sign to proceed.
"You're the only one who knows what it feels like to not be wanted where you are, to be an outcast... not fully accepted. After tonight, I feel the same. No one will treat me the same way now I'm no longer welcome by Chrollo. Except you." You looked up at him, pausing briefly as you bit your lip nervously.
"You said I could stay with you... So why don't we just go together?" You watched Hisoka smirk.
"Chrollo really got to you didn't he?" He chuckled and you scowled.
"Of course he did! He fired me! I've lost my job and there's no way I can stay here without feeling like an outsider." You ranted.
"Sounds like he screwed you over... What do you say we screw him over in return and ditch? I'm growing bored of this place anyway." He hummed, smirking at you as you processed his words.
"Screw him over?... How?" You frowned, you didn't think you were angry enough to hurt Chrollo, but you definitely wanted to let him know he was making a mistake.
"Leave it to me, Darling. Don't you worry. Sleep for now, hm?" He pulled you back down to him and you felt your worries melt away as the safety of his arms around you lulled you to sleep.
When you woke the next morning, Hisoka was gone, a note left on his pillow.
'Good morning, my Darling,
I hope you're in higher spirits today. I've taken the liberty of packing our things into the trunk of Chrollo's car, and before you ask, yes, we're stealing his car. However, the main event is yet to happen, get dressed quickly now, we need to leave at noon sharp. I'm making some preparations for us but will be back shortly.
Forever yours,
Hisoka.'
You got up and dressed yourself, slipping into the kitchen. You were disappointed to see a few members gathered, Chrollo included.
"Ah, Y/N, would you be a dear and grab me a cup of coffee? I'm trying to sort something out and it's taking a while." Chrollo asked, tapping away at his laptop. You moved to make a cup of coffee before leaning against the counter, holding the mug in your hand.
"Just on the table is fine." He stated, not looking up from the screen, however, when you didn't move, his eyes trailed to you. Your eyes met his and you felt a splurge of boldness as you moved to drink the coffee in your hands. He furrowed his brow.
"I'm not your maid anymore, do it yourself." You then poured the rest of the drink down the sink before pushing up off the counter and moving to the door.
"I'm sure Chrollo hasn't informed you yet but I am no longer your maid. It's been lovely meeting you all but I'm afraid this is goodbye." You sighed, part of you felt guilty, you really felt like you had a connection with some of these people, however you were still hurting from Chrollo's words.
"Where will you go?" Chrollo furrowed his brows and you shrugged.
"That's none of your concern anymore." You then moved to leave the kitchen, biting your lip when you heard someone follow you out.
You were pulled against the wall in hallway, back pressed tightly against it as Chrollo caged you in.
"I don't know where this attitude has come from, Bunny, but you know we care about you." He frowned and you scoffed, he moved to cup your cheek but you slapped his hand away.
"Bunny..."
"Stop calling me that! I'm not your bunny." You slipped from his grip and made your way toward the door quickly.
"Where are you going?!" He demanded.
"Away! This is goodbye, Chrollo!" You opened the front door, turning to look at him as he scowled.
"Remember, you caused this. Not everyone gets their own way, yourself included. Goodbye." You slammed the door, quickly walking to the car where Hisoka was waiting for you. He checked his watch.
"Come on, Darling, we need to get out of here." He chuckled, getting into the driver's seat as you slipped in beside him.
"Why? What's happening?" You questioned and he quickly started the car, speeding off as sirens began to wail in the distance.
They drew closer before a line of police cars flashed past you, heading toward the base followed by large vans and helicopters flying overhead. Hisoka smirked as you followed the direction of the cars out of the back window.
"Lets just say I made an anonymous call, letting the authories know where to find the Troupe."