11Author's note: I changed my writing style a bit. sorry for any confusion.
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April 3, 8:27 a.m.
Gon's point of view:
I was jostled awake with a gentle prodding to my ribs, and I opened my eyes to see Hisoka's make up done and his hair down.
"well look who finally woke up~" My hazel eyes met gold, and I then noticed I was still bound to the bed, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Now now, I know that must be uncomfortable, but you seem to be wanting to get away from me... I can't let that happen now, can I?"
"My... My nen doesn't..."
"Work, yes, I know." He slowly knelled on the bed, crawling over me, stopping as his head was inches above mine. "I don't want to hurt you Gon, but I was worried that you would have attempted to leave if you weren't bound up. If I take these off you won't cause me trouble, will you~?" I shook my head no, relieved that he was willing to give me a chance. If he wants to ensure that I won't run off, he has no intent to hurt me. I felt my wrists release, and I gently pulled my arms down, rubbing my wrists to return blood flow. Hisoka knelt down carefully, his molten gold eyes ensnaring me in a hot gaze. He slowly touched my cheek, then smirked. "You should go take a shower. I have a fight soon." He crawled off of me slowly, and began to walk to the closet nearby. I carefully sat up, only to feel clothing hit me in the face. "Wear that. Don't leave this floor, okay?" I didn't even have time to agree, he was gone. I shrugged and went towards the shower, getting ready. Hopefully, he won't be back for a while.
Hisoka's point of view:
I couldn't help but smirk as I left. This was perfect. He can't escape, not this time...
"I wonder who was stupid enough to challenge me this time~." I slowly trotted towards the arena, and as I entered, I felt a guy with an aura of a thirteen. 'Seriously... a fucking thirteen?' "Sigh..."
As the arena starts I don't bother playing. A simple slice across his neck with my ace of hearts, and that's all she wrote. I sigh as my newest victory is announced. 'Time to go back to my room I suppose." My lips curve into a smile, happy to not have to wait any longer... 'My fruit is in my grasp.' I began walking back to my floor, enticed by the fact that Gon should still be getting ready.
Gon's point of view:
My shower was rather quick, and I was just about to put on the clothes I was given. Oddly enough, Hisoka had a matching outfit of his made for me... Heels included. Luckily I was raised by aunt Mito who mentioned the trick was to walk on your toes in heels when I asked how she walked in them, and I practically do that anyways. I put them on and stumbled a little getting up, grabbing onto the sink to ensure I was steady. A couple seconds later, I was walking carefully in the rather large bathroom, then decided to wash my face. I did so quickly, and as I dried my face, I noticed a small paint brush along with two small vials of some sort of gel or paint, one red, the other green, and I got a great idea.
Hisoka's point of view:
I entered the room slowly, still mildly disappointed with my fight, only to see Gon in the outfit I provided... and he got into my face paint.
"Heheheh... well now. This is interesting."
"Huh? oh, you're back early." I looked over the boy's outfit, seeing he was sort of a smaller me, only with green hair, and I got a wonderful idea.
"Say Gon, How would you feel on going for a walk with me? I have to go train, and though you can't use nen it would be a change in scenery." The boy immediately jumped up, a smile on his face.
"Sure."