Hisoka Is Sneaky
Judge Atsushi rapped his gavel on the table. “Be seated. The premise of this case is the prosecution- the parents of students at Oxbridge- claim Pokkle was a bully that Oxbridge never acted against. Their inaction caused emotional and physical scarring as well as loss of life. The defense protects the actions of the senior staff- Fukuzawa, Shanks, Hawkeye, Victor and Kakashi. Let the prosecution begin.”
Hisoka stood, turning to address twelve of the thirteen brothers from Brother’s Conflict who made up the jury. They all happened to have jury duty at the same time, excluding the youngest who was indeed too young. “Gentlemen of the jury, Pokkle is a bad guy.” Hisoka sat down with a flourish, looking at his judge boyo seductively.
The clapping started off slowly from Leorio near the back of the stands. Someone else joined, and within seconds the whole room was filled with applause, whooping – even Atsushi was seen wiping a tear, moved by the empowering speech. It took only twenty minutes for the cheering to die down, and another twenty for order to be restored.
“Let there be a five minute break,” Atsushi announced, his voice trembling with emotion. He looked down at Hisoka with glassy eyes, the sexual tension broiling between them. “Hisoka… come to the back entrance.”
After the break Atsushi returned with rumpled clothes and Hisoka had a satisfied grin on his face.
The defense lawyer, Luffy, got up to say his one piece of an opening statement. The twelve brothers from Brothers Conflict, who formed the jury, smirked and muttered to each other about how no one could beat Hisoka’s strong argument.
Luffy sets down his bright blue plastic suitcase, filled with toys, on the table. Hawkeye handed him a receipt that Luffy had scribbled some notes on in pink crayon.
“Hi everyone! I’m Monkey D. Luffy and I want to be king of the pirates. Anyway, Pokkle was bad but everyone’s bad. The shorter Killua threw confetti just now, and didn’t even clean it up!”
Everyone looked at him, confused. His uncle Shanks smiled proudly and encouragingly.
“Also maybe Pokkle was m-m-a-n-p-i-“
“Manipulating.” Whispered Shanks.
“Menstriating everyone. I mean before you died you liked Pokkle too.” Luffy said to Atsushi. “Wasn’t there a time when he gave you catnip and you got so high you started licking him. You had a sleepover with Dazai, and I don’t know what you did, but Dazai said it was naughty. Did you cheat in a game or something?”
Atsushi blushed, thinking back to that steamy night, when his mentor taught him many new things.
“And didn’t all the parents think Pokkle was great or whatever?”
The parents sitting in the stands thought back to the university open day where it was meeting Pokkle that convinced them they definitely wanted to send their children here.
The crowd started mumbling in agreement. He was right. It wasn’t just the teachers at fault. Everyone had fallen for Pokkle’s façade.
Hisoka looked at the young boi. The raw potential, power, thrummed through Hisoka’s chest, adrenaline making his heart flutter. The lawyer, a powerful young boyo, was handing his receipt with notes on it to Victor who ate it.
“Would you have a naughty sleepover with me?” he asked the innocent child, licking his lips.
Within a second, Shanks, Hawkeye and Ace (who was also there and looking beautiful and shirtless, flip-flops suitable for the court setting), got up. Hisoka was beaten to a bloody pulp.
Yes! Hisoka thought. Yes! He relished in the feeling of the strong fists and raw power on his body, beating him. Hisoka moaned in happiness and pleasure. Not only did it feel so good, but their plan was working – the defence’s arguments were too puree, too strong, and this was the only way to undermine their argument. Underhanded, perhaps, yet it felt good – and it was working. Surely now the jury and judge would sympathise with the victims of Pokkle more.
Illumi watched on. His masochist friend would surely be injured beyond repair from this. Perhaps he should stand in and help him. Illumi lit a cigarette and watched on. Blood stained Hisoka’s suit.
Kalluto sighed. “Unless you want to be head lawyer Oni-chan, save Hisoka.”
The Zoldyck brothers were too late to step in; Atsushi had jumped over the stands, morphing his arm into a snow white tiger arm and pulled the groups apart.
“Oxbridge…” Atsushi said, eyes hard and serious as he looked towards his family. “This is not going well for you.”