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The underground chamber was thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation. Hundreds of applicants stood shoulder to shoulder, the tension in the air palpable. Some talked among themselves, voices hushed with excitement or nervous energy. Others stretched, preparing their bodies for the unknown trials ahead. But most simply watched.
Sizing each other up.
Waiting.
You stood at the edge of the crowd, relaxed.
Casual.
Your high-waisted pants fit snugly, crisp and unbothered by the humid air of the underground hall. The sleeveless crop top left your arms bare, unmarked, untouched - as if you had never held a weapon, never fought, never killed.
That was, of course, a lie.
And the experienced applicants knew it.
They hesitated when their eyes passed over you, drawn to the contradiction. You looked too at ease. No visible tension in your stance. No darting glances. No nervous shifting.
The weaker ones overlooked you completely. But those who had survived battles before - they sensed something was off.
Not dangerous. Not yet. But… wrong.
Like something unseen lurked beneath your skin, waiting.
You said nothing, did nothing to confirm or deny their suspicions. You simply waited.
The doors at the far end of the chamber groaned open. A thin man in a black suit stepped forward, his face unreadable.
“Welcome,” he said flatly. “The 287th Hunter Exam will now begin.”
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The moment the group moved, you matched the pace effortlessly, letting the mass of bodies surge forward.
The first phase of the exam was simple: run.
A test of endurance, of patience, of who would break first.
There was no finish line. No promised stopping point. The Examiner ran, and those who couldn’t keep up would be left behind.
It wasn’t a test of speed.
It was a test of will.
You kept your breathing steady, your movements controlled. The tunnel stretched endlessly ahead, the walls damp, the lights above casting long, flickering shadows.
The inexperienced applicants made the first mistakes.
Some sprinted ahead, wasting energy too soon. Others lagged behind, already struggling.
And then there were the veterans.
The ones who paced themselves.
The ones who knew exactly how much effort to give, who could sense their competition.
You kept to the middle of the pack, unremarkable in your movements but effortless in execution. Not struggling. Not pushing. Just… moving.
And that was when Hisoka noticed you.
At first, he was just another presence among many.
Hisoka Morow.
You knew his name before the exam had even begun. A past applicant, one who had made it far - too far. His reputation was as garish as the bright colors he wore, a magician, a monster, a killer.
But killing during this part of the exam was grounds for disqualification.
And yet, he was still dangerous.
Because Hisoka didn’t need to kill to break someone.
Hisoka played with his prey.
And now… he was watching you.
You didn’t turn your head, didn’t acknowledge him.
But you felt it.
The moment his focus shifted.
The weight of his gaze, lingering just long enough to mark you as something different.
Not prey.
Not yet.
Something to be studied.
You didn’t react. Didn’t change your pace, didn’t give any indication that you noticed him.
That was the game.
If you acknowledged him first, you would invite him in.
And once Hisoka was invited in...
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Minutes turned to hours.
The tunnel stretched on, twisting and narrowing, the space forcing applicants closer together.
The first signs of fatigue were setting in.
Labored breaths. Stumbling feet. Quiet curses.
The weaker ones were already beginning to falter.
Someone ahead tripped, catching themselves against the wall. Another veered off to the side, doubling over, gasping for air.
The numbers were thinning.
You kept running, unbothered.
So did Hisoka.
He hadn’t made a move. Not yet.
But you could feel it.
The interest.
The amusement.
The… waiting.
The tunnel gave way to a stairwell. Steep, narrow steps leading further down. The Examiner took them at the same brutal pace.
More applicants fell behind.
Their bodies weren’t built for this, for the relentless demand, for the merciless refusal to slow down.
And still... you ran.
And still... Hisoka watched.
The sound of a body hitting the stairs behind you echoed through the tunnel. Someone had misstepped, their balance lost in exhaustion. A strangled curse, the scrape of flesh against concrete.
But no one stopped to help.
If they were too weak to stand, then they were already eliminated.
You kept moving, silent, breathing even.
A familiar presence still lingered behind you.
Not pressing closer.
Not trying to engage.
Just… there.
Waiting.
By the time the Examiner finally slowed, the underground halls had given way to a vast, open space, the air thick with dust and exhaustion.
Only a small percentage of applicants remained.
You stopped, shoulders loose, breathing steady.
The others collapsed to the ground, heaving, shaking, barely holding themselves together.
But you?
You were fine.
And Hisoka saw that.
He leaned against a nearby pillar, golden eyes half-lidded, lips curled into a lazy smile.
Still watching.
Still waiting.
He hadn’t approached you.
Not yet.
But you knew.
And so did he.
This wasn’t the end.
This was only the beginning.
Hisoka’s chuckle - low, amused, expectant - echoed in the chamber.
He would wait.
For now.
Because the hunt had only just begun.
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The sun hung low over the island, casting long golden rays across the dense jungle below. A salty breeze drifted from the distant ocean, rustling the thick canopy of leaves. The final phase of the Hunter Exam had begun.
Only a few applicants are left, each assigned one target badge and given a simple objective: collect your assigned number and keep your own badge, OR collect enough random badges to earn the same amount of points.
Your own badge remained pinned securely to the waist of your pants, its number meaningless to anyone who wasn’t assigned to hunt you. Somewhere on this island, was the badge you needed.
The rules of this phase were clear: Stealth, strategy, and survival. But violence was expected and perhaps encouraged. Not to mention… the limitations of morality had been removed for this phase… killing was on the table.
It had only been a few hours since you set foot on the island, and already the jungle was alive with movement. Hunters tracking their prey. Prey trying to become hunters.
But unlike them, you weren’t rushing. You didn’t scramble through the trees, didn’t lunge at the first vulnerable opponent you found, because you knew something they didn’t… You were already being hunted.
You had felt it the moment you entered the jungle - that slow, creeping sensation of being watched.
Not the panicked, desperate stares of weaker applicants fearing for their badges.
No.
This was different…
Deliberate…
Hisoka.
You hadn’t seen him. Not yet.
But he was there.
Somewhere in the tangled maze of trees, he was watching you.
At first, it had been subtle. The kind of presence that lingered at the edges of your awareness. Not close enough to be an immediate threat. Not far enough to be forgotten.
A patient predator.
Circling.
Waiting.
And the longer he waited, the more interested he became.
Because you didn’t react.
Most people, when hunted, became restless. They looked over their shoulders, their movements became stiff, uneasy. They acknowledged the threat. But you…
You simply continued.
Walking. Watching. Waiting.
Unbothered.
And that - that was what intrigued him.
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Your target wasn’t difficult to track.
A man, stocky in build, dressed in muted greens to blend in with the jungle. He moved carefully but lacked real experience in stealth. His footfalls were heavy, his path too direct. You followed from a distance, steps silent against the forest floor, and that patience paid off.
The moment he stopped - pausing near a clearing to survey his surroundings - you struck… It was over in seconds. A single well-placed kick knocked his legs out from under him. He barely had time to process what happened before your knee was pressed against his chest, your fingers already plucking the badge from his belt.
He fought, of course, tried to struggle, to wrestle you off of him.
But he wasn’t fast enough.
You twisted his wrist before he could land a proper hit, forcing him onto his stomach with his arm pinned behind his back and he grunted in pain, cheek pressed into the dirt.
"Next time," you murmured, tucking the badge into your pocket, "choose a better hiding spot."
He swore under his breath, but he didn’t chase after you… he didn’t bother because he knew without a doubt that he had lost.
Them the atmosphere shifted… a whisper of something closer now…
Hisoka was no longer just watching.
He was moving.
Not rushing. Not attacking.
Just getting closer.
The thrill of it crept along your spine, subtle but undeniable.
It wasn’t fear.
It was something else.
Anticipation?
Perched high above, Hisoka sat on a thick branch, one leg dangling lazily over the side.
Golden eyes locked onto yours.
Unblinking.
The faintest smile curved his lips. The kind of smile that wasn’t just amusement, but neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, and then - slowly, deliberately - Hisoka tilted his head.
A silent question.
An invitation.
Would you acknowledge him?
Would you let the game begin?
You exhaled softly, gaze unwavering, and then - you turned away. Not in dismissal or carelessness, but in something far worse.
Indifference….
And Hisoka… shivered… His grin widened, fingers twitching against his knee, because now, more than ever, he wanted to play.
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The Hunter Exam was finally over.
The once chaotic battlefield of trials and battles had given way to a quiet, almost eerie calm. The final applicants stood scattered throughout the dimly lit hall, some nursing injuries, others lost in their own thoughts. All that remained having one thing in common… They passed.
You exhaled slowly, rolling your shoulders, but otherwise remained still. The weight of your Hunter License - a small, yet powerful card - rested in your pocket. It should have felt like an ending, a moment of triumph, but instead, something about this moment felt like a beginning. The real test wasn’t the exam itself, it was what came after, but many of the others are blissfully unaware of that fact.
"You should avoid him." The voice was smooth, cold, and far too familiar.
You turned your head slightly, gaze flickering toward Illumi. The two of you hadn’t spoken much since the start of the exam, but there had been recognition in his eyes the moment you first saw him, his guise of Gittarackur having initially thrown you off.
Because you weren’t strangers… your paths had crossed before. It had been years ago - just one contract, a fleeting exchange of names and information before disappearing back into the darkness, a clean and efficient job, an understanding between assassins.
That was all.
But Illumi wasn’t the type to forget people.
And neither were you.
Now, here he was again, standing beside you, his expression unreadable, dark eyes locked onto yours with something that almost resembled curiosity.
You held his gaze, voice calm. “Avoid who?”
Illumi blinked, slow and deliberate. "You already know."
Your lips twitched. “And why would that concern you?”
With a tilt of his head, Illumi allows the barest flicker of amusement in his otherwise empty stare. “Because you’re smart,” he murmured. “And he likes breaking smart things.”
Something about the way he said it made you pause. Not out of fear, but because Illumi never spoke without purpose.
You exhaled, turning your gaze back toward the rest of the room. “I’m not worried about him.”
“I know.” There was a beat of silence, then - “Still,” Illumi continued, voice smooth, casual. “I’d hate to see you fall for one of his games.”
A flicker of something cold passed between you.
Not quite a warning.
Not quite concern.
Just acknowledgment.
Because Illumi knew Hisoka.
Knew him from before the exam.
You had noticed it during the final phases, the way they spoke to each other - not as strangers, not as temporary allies, but as two people who had shared history. Limited as it may be, it’s clear he at least knows enough to be aware of his mannerisms.
And now, Illumi was offering this… whatever this was.
An observation? A warning? A game of his own?
You weren’t sure, but you knew better than to assume it was for your sake.
You exhaled softly, your voice level and bland. “Noted.”
Illumi’s gaze lingered for a moment longer. Then, with the grace of someone who never wasted unnecessary movement, he turned and walked away.
Your brows furrowed slightly, but you said nothing.
And just like that, the conversation was over.
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Illumi moved through the dim corridor, his pace steady, unhurried. The Hunter Exam was over. His task was complete. Everything else was irrelevant.
And yet he was not alone… A presence followed.
Not close.
Not far.
Just there…
Lingering…
Waiting…
But Illumi didn’t stop - not until a slow, lilting voice cut through the silence.
“Ooooh, Illumi~” The tone was familiar.
Amused.
Too amused.
Illumi finally halted, not because he was surprised, but because he had expected this. He turned slightly, dark eyes settling on Hisoka’s form lounging against the cold stone wall.
Hisoka looked relaxed - arms crossed, golden eyes half-lidded, lips curled in an easy smirk, but Illumi knew better… He had seen Hisoka truly amused, and this was something else. Something quieter.
“You need something?” Illumi asked, voice flat.
Hisoka exhaled slowly, his smirk widening just slightly. “Mmmm… I just couldn’t help but notice,” he drawled, tilting his head. “You seem quite interested in something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Illumi blinked once. Unbothered. “I assume you mean her.”
Hisoka’s fingers twitched, then… a slow chuckle slipped past his lips.
Rich.
Indulgent.
But not playful…
Not entirely.
Hisoka uncrossed his arms, his golden eyes gleaming under the dim light. “I don’t share, Illumi.”
Not a threat.
Not a request.
A statement.
Final.
Illumi observed him for a moment longer, unreadable. Then - a small nod.
Not agreement.
Not submission.
Just acknowledgment.
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Hisoka let him go, watching the assassin’s retreating form, his gaze unreadable, his grin still lazily stretched across his lips, but the air around him had changed… shifted. The lingering weight of his own words echoed in his mind - I don’t share, Illumi.
A simple truth, but why had he needed to say it?
Hisoka exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the conversation, but the feeling remained… That tingle… That buzzing hum deep in his chest, curling around his ribs, winding tighter.
Something was different.
He had felt the first flickers of it back in the exam, when he’d seen her fight, when he had watched her move through each phase so effortlessly. Not because she was the strongest, not because she was the fastest, but because she was in control, because she understood the game without ever playing into it.
Hisoka had only ever been interested in strong people, but strength could take many forms - it wasn’t just raw power… It was potential, it was resilience, it was the ability to entertain him.
Whether he wanted to break them or use them, he had always been fickle with his fascinations.
Some people lost their appeal quickly. Some disappointed him the moment he tested them. But she… She hadn’t acknowledged him.
Not fully.
Not yet.
And he needed her to.
Hisoka tilted his head, fingers twitching absently at his sides as a slow, lazy chuckle slipped past his lips.
Yes, yes~
He needed to interact with her more… To see what made her tick… To see what made her different… Because this feeling - this persistent tug somewhere deep in his chest - was not just the anticipation of a good fight. It was something else.
Something more.
The moment he had first laid eyes on her, something inside him had pulled. Not in the same way he had felt about Gon - the spark of potential, the slow-growing hunger to test his strength, to mold him into something worthy of fighting.
No.
This was different.
This was not just about battle. It wasn’t just about breaking her, about seeing her at her limit, about pushing her until she either crumbled or rose to meet him.
He wanted to unravel her. He wanted to see everything.
What lay beneath that calm, unbothered exterior?
What did she look like when she was backed into a corner?
When she was frustrated?
When she was thinking about him?
Ohhh, Hisoka shivered at the thought.
Wouldn’t that be interesting?
He brought a hand to his mouth, biting down on his thumb lightly as he rocked on the balls of his feet.
No, no.
He had to be patient... The best things took time…
She wasn’t looking at him yet.
But she would.
Oh, she would…
And when she finally did -
That’s when the real fun… would begin.