《His Love |Hisoka fanfic|》Ch.14| golden cards
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The pair continued to walk straight out of Heavens Arena. Heading down the street, Akari realized that it was the same street that she had walked to get away from Chrollo. 'huh i'm glad he hasn't directly talked to me.'
"What do you want to see first~?" He asked, slyly putting his arm around her. Akari pointed to the jewelry section. 'why is he being so nice and compliant right now?' Hisoka nodded and held his hand out for Akari again, who once again declined. She could see Hisoka starting to get annoyed with her, but she didn't care.
Heading towards the cool jewelry section with a sulking Hisoka, Akari was having fun. Browsing through the items she looked at the cool necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
"Ooo look at this one!" Akari gasped as she pointed out another gold cuff bracelet and a matching ring. "Mmmm~" He said from behind her, stuffing his head into the side of her neck. "Can I get this one?" She asked, slightly gazing up at him. Hisoka shrugged and pulled out money from nowhere. Akari widened her eyes. 'cool'
Hisoka waved over the seller, "Hello there~ My darling would like that~" He said, pointing to the gold ring and cuff. Akari silently huffed. 'darling-'
The seller hurriedly went to grab the items, no doubt nervous from the way Hisoka looked at him to intensely. Once he brought them up, the seller quickly handed them to Akari, who said a quiet "thank you". Hisoka nodded and tossed the man the money, who quickly counted it then nodded, waving them off.
Akari smiled, trying on both items, which fit perfectly. "Thanks." She added, looking up at Hisoka. He nodded, the corners of his lips tugging upward into a grin. "No problem doll~" Akari decided to ignore that.
"Did you want to see anything?" She asked tilting her head. Hisoka shrugged, "Not really~" "Let's keep walking then." Akari decided and he just chuckled. "Ok dear~" Akari's eye twitched but she didn't say anything. 'what's up with him calling me pet names-'
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Passing by more and more stands, Hisoka kept trying to either wrap his hand around her waist or grab her hand. All the while Akari kept deflecting his advancements. "Oh look!" She said as they passed another stand, but this one had cards. Some where like the cards Hisoka often carried around.
Hisoka hummed, interest peaked. Walking with Akari across the street, he walked up to the stand, leaning forward. The sales person had the same look the other one hand, nervousness. 'well it's hisoka. he's scary' She almost laughed at herself.
"Which one do you like-?" She asked, looking at the different types and designs on the card sets, ignoring the timidness practically radiating from the seller. "Hmmm~" Hisoka mused, squinting and staring at the cards that where in the back. He raised his arm and flicked his wrist.
His usual red cards appeared and Akari wondered how he did that so smoothly. "Mmm, which ones would be a good contrast to these?~" He asked, facing her. Akari looked at the cards he was looking at before. A pair of gold cards shone out to her, reminding her of Hisoka's eyes.
Akari pointed at the pair and the seller grabbed them, handed them to her. She turned them over in her hand. The detail was phenomenal, the card was white with the numbers and suits painted in a gold shade that seemed to shimmer in the sun.
Shuffling through the deck, she could see gold specks and curls detailed around all the cards. When she came to the Joker card, she was impressed. It was once again gold, but more gold outlined this card, more than the others. Akari nodded her head, handing them to Hisoka.
He also shuffled through the entire deck, smiling the whole time. "I think these are perfect~" He purred, grinning back at Akari. She smiled and Hisoka faced the seller. "We want these~" He said handed the seller more money he randomly pulled out from thin air.
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The seller once again hurried, cashing in the money about to give back the change. Hisoka dismissed it with a wave of his hand of his hand. "Keep it~" Akari widened her eyes. 'he's in such a good mood. that's weird.'
Hisoka shuffled the cards again then they vanished, along with this original pair. Motioning for Akari's hand again, she sighed but lifted her hand allowing him to take it.
He grinned as they walked away from the seller, interlocking his fingers with hers. 'i have no idea what he's thinking, but it's better than him being mad.'
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They continued to stroll down the streets, nothing especially catching their eyes. Hisoka kept humming to himself, and Akari continued to humor him with his good mood.
"Mmm darling?~" He asked as they passed another crowd around a stand. "Yeah?" She responded, once again ignoring his names. Hisoka hummed, his gaze falling down on her. "You hungry?~" Akari frowned. "No, we just ate. Why-?"
"I'm hungry~" He hummed, his grip on her hand tightening. "Ok do you want to stop and get food-"
"-hungry for you, love~" He grinned and his eyes gleamed with desire.
Heat flooded Akari's face and she choked. "Uh-" She stuttered as Hisoka quickly dipped down, lifting her body up bridal style. "Put me down right now!" Akari growled, her nails swiftly digging themselves into his arms. That didn't affect him at all, and he continued to carry her.
Turning back around and coming the way they came from, she started to get more aggravated. "Hisoka I swear to god put me down." She snarled, kicking her feet and tearing her nails down his arms.
Hisoka glared down at her. "You're going to get a punishment for that~" He hissed as Akari shivered, not wanting to know what the punishment was going to be. "Put me down, or I'll scream." She threatened as she whispered in his ear.
Narrowing his eyes at her, he continued to carry her. Showing no signs of dropping her or slowing down. "That's it." She hissed, opening her mouth to let out a scream.
"HEL- MUMPH" She screeched her voice muffled by a Hisoka's finger, stuffed down her throat. Akari glared up at him, slowly closing her jaw around his finger, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
His eye twitched, but he didn't pull his fingers out, instead looking forward and carried her all the way back to Heavens Arena.
Once they got inside he headed towards the elevator and got it, passing people that where getting off. They gave him strange looks but didn't say anything to him. 'damn it.' As soon as the elevator shut, Hisoka placed her legs on the ground and ripped his finger out of her mouth, glaring at her.
Akari glared right back, moving across the entire elevator, away from him. "Why are we back here? We just left not to long ago." She stated, crossing her arms. Hisoka yawned, his hand brushing his hair back into place. "I said I was hungry~" Akari rolled her eyes. "Then go eat." He smirked, taking a step towards her.
"Darling that's what I plan to do~" She raised an eyebrow, pretending to act like she didn't understand his suggestion. "What does that mean?" Hisoka chuckled taking another step to her, only a foot away. He leaned forward, placing his mouth next to her ear. "I want to eat you~"
She shivered, but still kept acting. "What does that mean?" She asked again, this time more challenging.
Yelping in surprise as he scooped her up again.
"You'll see~"
A/n
1.3k words.
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