Chapter 64
Even I, the person involved, sometimes feel that it's a miracle Hisoka didn't punch me.
After I said such offensive things, he actually let me off the hook as if nothing had happened. He just puffed out his cheeks, hummed in response, and complained, "Really," before saying nothing more.
The current situation is that I am sitting on a chair in the corner opposite the bed, hugging my knees, while he is sitting on my bed, just squinting at me with a half-smile.
After being stared at for a while, I couldn't help but ask him:
What are you looking at?
He: "Hmph~"
"So, are you going to marry me or not?" I asked again.
He still didn't answer, he just smiled.
wack.
Hisoka is always so strange.
I frowned and asked instead, "If not, why not just betray me to Illumi? You seem to enjoy amusing yourself like that, don't you?"
Hisoka finally responded this time, slowly repeating my question: "Why, why~"
...This guy is so annoying!
I jumped up angrily, grabbed a pillow from the bedside table, and threw it at him in a fit of rage, but it was easily blocked.
I reluctantly let go and threw the pillow back. Hisoka moved his fingers, and the soft, fluffy pillow flew back into his large palm.
...Is this his Nen ability?
I couldn't help but tilt my head and look at him with a puzzled expression.
Noticing my gaze, he put down the pillow, his golden pupils turning to meet my eyes.
I turned my face away, deliberately let out a loud hum, and closed my eyes.
...
I don't understand what Hisoka is thinking. Killua, Gon, and Illumi's whereabouts are also very suspicious. I don't dare to go out too much, but if I want to survive, I still need to eat.
Meals can be taken out, and drinks can be bought by a delivery person, but some snacks that I really crave can only be brought back by myself... Okay, these are all excuses. The truth is that I'm tired of staying in my room, especially since the person I'm sharing this room with now is that unpredictable Hisoka.
I want to go out for some fresh air.
Thinking this, I did just that. I piled all my long blonde hair on top of my head, pulled down the brim of my baseball cap, put on a mask and sunglasses, and put on a black oversized coat that I would never have worn before as a disguise. I then pushed open the hotel door in sneakers that would make it easy to escape.
There was a mirror hanging in the entryway. When I opened the door, I glanced at myself and realized that my current outfit was exactly like the style that Killua used to like to wear: casual, cool, lazy, and youthful. It was a stark contrast to Hisoka behind me, who was wearing heavy makeup and a tight-fitting bodysuit.
"Uncle," the thought crossed my mind, and I deliberately turned around to address the man behind me in a sarcastic tone, "Your niece is going out, are you still going to follow her?"
Hisoka's playing cards floated to the ground, and he looked utterly dejected, his voice mournful:
"Little Lai, Yi, you've done something naughty again!"
"No way!" I widened my eyes and made an innocent, childlike expression. "I respect you so much, Uncle... If you don't leave, I'm leaving. I won't wait for you."
After saying that, I stepped out of the door and waited for a while with my hands in my pockets in front of the elevator. When the elevator door opened, Hisoka appeared silently behind me. Although I had expected it, it still startled me.
I tried my best to appear relaxed and calm as I stepped into the elevator. In the enclosed and dimly lit elevator, Hisoka's already unpredictable expression became even more enigmatic and dangerous.
...Anyway, given my abilities, openly kicking him out is definitely not going to work, so I've decided to just leave him alone.
Moreover, strictly speaking, I was the one who called this guy over... Tsk, thinking about it now, I really shot myself in the foot. I have no idea what I was thinking when I called Hisoka to propose.
I'm not in a good mood.
I tried my best to ignore this and shift my focus to "what to eat later." I was so engrossed in thinking about it that the elevator stopped on the first floor and the doors slowly opened.
Without thinking, I lifted my foot to step out of the elevator. Just a second before I stepped out, Hisoka suddenly pulled me back.
I fell into his arms due to inertia.
He pressed my head down, his hand covering my face... This guy's hand alone was twice the size of my face.
I didn't understand his actions, and I was filled with doubt and uncertainty. It took me a lot of effort to force myself to calm down quickly and find my own voice:
"you……"
As soon as I calmed down, I sensed an unusual fluctuation of mental energy.
...this feeling is
The movements that had initially been trying to break free from Hisoka's embrace gradually subsided.
The elevator that Hisoka pressed the close button for was forcibly stopped by someone's hand just before the doors closed.
Then, someone squeezed in.
I looked up and used the mirror in the elevator to observe the direction of the door behind me... Killua, who had grown to be much taller and sharper than I remembered, appeared there.
His hair was still the same, fluffy and sticking out, silvery-white, with a hazy halo under the light.
His eyebrows were thin and long, arched upwards, and his lips and eyes were like a cat's, both cute and fierce. He stood there casually with a lazy posture, but every line on his body was full of power.
Killua.
He was the only light I could touch on Kukuroku Mountain.
Faint, without warmth, but able to illuminate a small circle in the darkness.
In my memory, he still had chubby baby fat on his cheeks that hadn't faded yet. The way he chewed chocolate and threw a tantrum was just like an adorable little squirrel. And his voice, deliberately trying to get what he wanted, was also...
"What is it?" Just as I was lost in my memories, Killua, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, spoke. Unlike the cute, spoiled boy's voice in my memory, his voice now was sharp, cold, and ruthless, like a blade. "So you were mistaken."
...The image of me in the elevator mirror has, without me even realizing it, quietly transformed into a face that I myself can no longer recognize.
I shifted my gaze upwards again, and Hisoka had also changed his face, becoming more ordinary and harmless... making it impossible to associate him with my face.
Killua swaggered into the elevator and pressed the open button until Gon, who was with him, also entered the elevator.
After Gon entered the elevator, Killua glanced at me and Hisoka, then looked away, pursed his lips, and muttered:
"I thought we just bumped into each other... but it turns out we didn't."
...
My heart was pounding.
I didn't pay any attention to what he said to Xiao Jie after that. My legs were weak, and I only managed to stay upright because Hisoka had one hand around my waist.
A moment feels like a lifetime, long and agonizingly long.
I don't know how much time passed before the elevator finally stopped. Killua and Gon still hadn't stepped out. I tried to pull myself up a little... but before I could even grab Hisoka's clothes to hint at anything, he lifted me up with one hand without saying a word and walked out lightly.
I heard Killua let out a soft "...Wow," probably because he thought Hisoka's way of holding him had broadened his horizons.
Xiao Jie remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.
...
After getting out of the elevator, I hid in the stairwell, leaving Hisoka behind. I staggered and leaned against the wall for a while before I came to my senses.
"...What exactly do you want?" After fully regaining my senses, I asked Hisoka, "I changed my face; it's your Nen ability helping me."
"Not satisfied?" He raised an eyebrow.
I frowned in frustration: "I asked you what exactly you want—"
He maintained his nonchalant attitude, chuckling and saying things like, "Do you want them to recognize you?"
“I don’t want to,” I denied firmly, then said coldly, “but receiving help from others for no reason makes me feel very uneasy.”
Especially since the person who helped me was a guy like Hisoka, I don't believe I'm so lucky to receive his preferential treatment.
"What are you planning?" I asked. "Is it related to Illumi or the Zoldyck...? I'll cooperate with you, please tell me."
Don't just stay silent and torment me like this.
"Hmm~" After hearing this, Hisoka finally said, "Is that so~ Do you really want to know?"
"Tell me—please, consider it my surrender, please tell me." I was starting to feel weak and exhausted.
Just then, he leaned down again and whispered in my ear.
"That's strange," he said, the scent of roses on him had faded slightly, but it was still enough to easily draw attention. "Shouldn't I be the one asking that first?"
I:"……"
"You were the one who wanted to marry her first~" he said with a grin.
I felt increasingly powerless: "But you didn't agree..."
“I didn’t say that,” he said.
“Oh,” I said numbly, with a cold face, and decisively, “Then let’s go, let’s go get the marriage certificate now.”
Hisoka narrowed his eyes again, straightened up, and his usual frivolous smile faded a bit, making him look somewhat serious.
I looked at him expectantly.
The next moment, he laughed again, and with a light, veiled expression, using his Nen ability to conceal his unfamiliar face, he spoke to me in a roundabout way:
No~
Me: "...Isn't this a rejection?"
He retorted, "It's just that the timing wasn't right for me."
I asked skeptically, "Putting time aside, can you really agree to this?"
"Hmm," he chuckled again. Perhaps it was because I'd seen him laugh so often, but I actually found his smile rather innocent now, at least not annoying. "Who knows~"
I:"……"
This man is really annoying!
I glared at him angrily, then deliberately stomped my foot hard and ran away. Halfway there, I felt something tangling in my hair, so I turned around. Hisoka was standing far away, not moving an inch, but just raising his finger. The ends of my hair floated in the air following the movement of his finger, as if they were stuck to something in his hand.
I used "Condensation" and looked closely. Sure enough, there was a "Nen" connection between Hisoka's fingertip and the tip of my hair.
I also used "thought" to try to pull away the thought that was "stuck" to my hair.
"What is this?" I asked.
“It’s love~” Hisoka said cheerfully.
"What love? I don't love you at all!" I shouted. "Untie me now!"
“No!” he refused.
Me: "Untie it!"
He: "No~"
We fought like this for a while in terms of telekinesis, and I gradually realized that the farther away I was from him, the weaker the stickiness of his telekinesis became... Since that was the case, I finally gave up and threw my hair down, turned around and left. After I was a certain distance away, Hisoka's telekinesis finally stopped working on me.
He voluntarily gave up on continuing to show off this Nen ability trick that had no real harm to him.
"What exactly is that?" I asked again after I remembered.
"Love that can stretch and contract freely," he said.
What a lousy name! He's probably just joking with me again. I don't want to talk to him anymore!
I continued walking forward on my own.
Hisoka was stuck to his back like chewing gum, and he seemed to be in a good mood, walking slowly and looking very relaxed.
However, considering his long legs, one of his steps is equivalent to three of mine, it is indeed a bit difficult to make this not-so-long journey under my leadership into the effect of a fierce battle.
Even so... he seemed to be in a really good mood!
"I really don't understand," I couldn't stand seeing others in a good mood, and I gave him a disgruntled sideways glance, complaining, "Isn't your happiness a little too strange?"
Hisoka: "No~ I've always been like this~"
I:"……"
wack.
There's not much to say to weirdos. I sneaked into a snack shop, keeping an eye out for Killua's appearance and Illumi's voice if he might come.
Hisoka followed behind me just like before.
Of course, I didn't include his portion when I ordered.
As I was about to hand the menu to the waiter, Hisoka protested. I remained unmoved, continuing to hand the menu to the waiter while coldly smiling at Hisoka:
"If you're not going to marry me, why do you want to sit at the same table and eat with me?"
Hisoka puffed out his cheeks, his voice muffled:
"Is marriage all Little Lai thinks about?"
The waiter took the menu, and I casually replied:
"Yes, a man who can't marry me is of no use to me."
Hisoka covered his face with a playing card and laughed, "How will you know if you don't try it out? It might be much more useful than little Rae thinks!"
I raised my hand in refusal, offering a polite, fake smile:
"No need. Being fooled once is enough. You're really not as useful as you think."
Hisoka: "..."
Hisoka: "At least it's better than Illumi, right..."
His tone suggested a degree of speculation.
I asked sincerely, "Could you say that to Illumi?"
Hisoka was very quick-witted and immediately changed his mind: "Then I won't."
I clicked my tongue in disappointment.
After playing on his phone for a while to kill time, Hisoka seemed to have gone to order food himself. After the first dish was served, he asked that question again:
Is it really that bad?
I started to lose confidence.
I had already picked up my utensils, but upon hearing this, I solemnly put them down, looked directly into his eyes, and said earnestly:
Do you want me to tell the truth?
Hisoka said sullenly, "Okay, go ahead and say it."
I tried to make my expression more serious:
"To be honest... he's just as bad as Ilmi, but since I hate him more than you, I can give you a little extra points in that respect."
Hisoka: "..."
I held up my index finger, emphasizing, "But!"
He listened attentively.
I added, "However, if you marry me, the situation will be different. On a legal and reasonable basis, all my dissatisfaction with you will vanish, including my criticisms of you, which will disappear overnight with the change in our status... In short, marry me."
After listening to my rambling, Hisoka's expression was subtle: "...You really want to get married, huh?"
I rested my chin on my hand and thought for a moment:
"Actually, I didn't think that much about it... but I always felt that this was a major life event, so it would be better to get it done as soon as possible."
Moreover, if it's not Hisoka, it has to be someone else, and I don't know anyone reliable or willing to go against the Zoldycks right now, so I can only settle for Hisoka.
However, it's best to keep the latter part of this thought to yourself and not say it aloud, because it's too troublesome to explain.
"And also," I said, my eyes darting around, and I put on an act again, deliberately flashing my most beautiful smile, which I knew I knew all along. I lowered my voice and said to the man in front of me, "Of all the people in the world, you're the one I like the most right now, so please, if you can, you must marry me."
What should I do after getting married?
I haven't decided yet.
But this will definitely keep us further away from the Zoldycks.
That's my opinion.
But Hisoka probably won't agree... If he were going to agree, he would have done so already. He's just trying to keep me hanging while he plots some unknown scheme.
My thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
Just as I was thinking this to myself, the man opposite me seemed to nod and say something.
I rubbed my ears and asked again in disbelief:
"Excuse me, I didn't hear you clearly just now. What did you say?"
“Okay,” I heard him say in a relaxed tone, as if he were saying, “Have some water,” and then he said to me, “Let’s get married.”
I:"……"
Hisoka added, "Little Illya will be very angry."
Me: "...Ah, maybe."
It felt a bit unreal, so I didn't really agree with him.
Hisoka then muttered to himself, "They might kill me in a boring way. I have absolutely no interest in those tedious methods of killing; they're lifeless and completely lack the exhilarating beauty of battle."
I thought about what he said and said, "Killing you might not be so easy."
“But there must be a way for Illidan,” Hisoka said. “After all, he’s a Zoldyck.”
I reminded him, "Aren't we discussing marriage?"
“Yes,” Hisoka said, “let’s get married after we eat!”
The next moment, he pulled out his phone from under the table and showed me the screen that showed he had just successfully purchased a ticket. The location was a famous free port city, which is known for its extremely simplified marriage procedures, claiming that "life's big event can be resolved in one minute."
"You bought a ticket?" It took me a while to realize what had happened. "But my ID is at home..."
"Use this one~" He smiled and tossed me an ID card with a card-dealing gesture.
I took it and glanced at it. Except for the place of household registration, this card was exactly the same as my ID card.
"When did you get ready..." I couldn't help but ask.
“I forgot,” he said.
I gave him a suspicious look, then asked warily:
"You don't actually want to marry me, do you...? No, are we that close?"
"That's so unfair! This was clearly Little Lai's wish," he said. "I just didn't refuse."
"So why didn't you refuse?" I immediately followed up on his question, "Do you really want to be killed by Illumi?"
This question has remained unanswered for a long time.
After listening, Hisoka just stared at me, his golden eyes flickering, their light dim and unpredictable.
"I don't like this meaningless way of dying." It was a long time before I heard him say this.
"But..." I wanted to say something more.
He interrupted me.
“Of course I’ll survive,” he said. “Besides, interesting things don’t happen often—once you lose them, they’re gone.”
So it won't get lost.
I will seize it when I have the chance.
--------------------
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
