you turned on the love game

The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows tonight is extraordinarily bright, it is a light blue and clear light, lighting up the entire spacious living room.The floor, walls, and even the ceiling are all covered with sparkling waves.

But where you are is dark.

Since you just came out of the bath, your hair is still wet, scattered on your shoulders, and a few strands are tightly attached to your neck, and the water droplets remaining in the hair will seep into the collar along them.

The back of the red-haired young man is slightly bent, and the tall figure envelops you in a shadow. The arms supporting your face are continuously emitting heat, which makes the water droplets falling into the neckline even colder.

When Hisoka bent down and approached you slowly, you were only slightly startled, and did not avoid it.

But you didn't answer his question either.

So he straightened up again, with an indescribable darkness in his dark golden eyes.Like a muddy swamp, or a deep sea vortex, just looking at this look can make people feel timid.

"..." The black eyeliner was traced along the outline to the end of the eye and slightly raised, which looked strangely beautiful, but those eyes were getting colder and colder.

The red hair was combed rebelliously behind his head, his whole face was hidden in the darkness, you could only vaguely see the curve of Hisoka's lips being drawn down suddenly, and the biting frost covered his face.

Suddenly, a sneer of unknown meaning escaped from his throat.

He looks at you blankly.

Ah, seems to be angry.You belatedly think.

Probably because the moving clouds covered the moon, the few lights in the living room suddenly became darker, and it took you a few seconds to get used to it.

A tense atmosphere gradually filled the air, and you looked at Hisoka calmly, the golden earrings below the earlobe reflected a faint light, and those beast-like eyes vaguely reflected your current appearance.

Further down is the tall nose bridge, with red stars and green water droplets on both sides.You looked at them, suddenly raised your hand, and came across these two extremely familiar patterns.

The biting coldness in the golden pupils froze suddenly.

"Are you angry?"

You deliberately lowered your voice and asked with a smile.

"..." This time it is Hisoka's turn not to answer your question.

There is a warm and soft touch under your fingertips, which is almost the same as the feeling in memory, and you press it lightly again.

After a long while, the young man's palms pressed against the wall slowly relaxed, his thin eyelids drooped slightly, revealing half of a dark and deep golden color.

Although he didn't say anything, the low air pressure around his body receded silently, the cold hostility between his brows also quietly disappeared, and even the sagging corners of his mouth slowly returned to normal.

But he still didn't show any good face.

You raised your face to look at him, and the picture in the mirror appeared inexplicably in your mind.After Hisoka saw the body dissipate into ashes, he suddenly appeared in a state of sobriety and madness, constantly looking for someone.

You didn't understand at first, but when you saw the knight, you guessed that Hisoka was looking for Kuroro and the others.

As for why...

Maybe it has something to do with you.

Hisoka himself loves fighting, or rather enjoys fighting.

You've seen his battle videos in the Sky Arena, no matter how strong or weak the opponent is, he will play around before winning, and when he is in a good mood, he will perform his magic playing cards live.

Compared with the opponents in the Sky Arena, Kuroro's companions are undoubtedly stronger, and they are more enjoyable for him.

But after he found their traces, not only did he not enjoy the battle, but he made a fatal move, and finally killed the other party neatly.

Thinking of this, you quietly lowered your eyes.

The hand still on his face caressed unconsciously.

Hisoka stared at you, the hand supporting the wall suddenly withdrew, and pressed gently on the hand you raised, the sudden body temperature immediately woke you up from your contemplation.

Slowly clasp your hand with five fingers.

"What are you thinking about?"

He returned to his sticky tone in a good mood.

You blink, a smile on your face.

"I was just thinking..."

Suddenly, your fingertips brushed hard across the pattern on his face, and you wiped out a trace of the complete red star, rubbing it past the corner of his eye.

"You enjoyed the fight, didn't you?"

For your actions, Hisoka didn't show any dissatisfaction, but raised the corners of his mouth, and opened an arc full of interest. He didn't know what to think, and a few strange smiles overflowed from his throat.

"Hmm... That's right."

His hand holding you gradually tightened, his shoulders trembled slightly, and even without looking at his expression, he could clearly feel the excitement in his tone.

"Hehe... Especially those big ripe and delicious fruits, ah, just thinking about them will bring me supreme happiness..."

You ask again: "What if something else gets mixed up in the battle?"

The strange smile on Hisoka's face subsided slightly: "Well——"

He frowned and looked a little unhappy: "If I can't fully immerse myself in the battle, I will be very disappointed..."

Hearing this, you laughed: "I guess so."

The young man let out a soft snort in his nasal cavity, his voice was laziness, with seriousness in his heart: "You seem to have been changing the subject..."

He spread his five fingers, and then got into your fingers.

Then I lowered my eyes and saw red paint on your fingertips, a trace of inexplicable deep meaning flashed across that delicate face, and then I rubbed your fingertips vigorously with my own fingers.

Now, Hisoka's fingertips were also dyed bright red.

"Let's get back to business..."

He slowly opened his eyelids, his eyes that cannot be ignored fell on your face, the corners of his lips were raised, and he raised the previous question again: "After the time when Darina died last time, I have an extra memory. So This time, who was killed?"

"When I didn't know."

Hisoka's voice was deep, and the upward curve of the corner of his mouth was particularly pleasant, but there was a frightening coldness in the sticky tone.

"Is that you, Lucia?"

"..." The smile on your face remained unchanged, and then you raised your other hand and stroked his fiery red hair.

A thick layer of hairspray was applied on the surface to set it up, and it didn't feel as comfortable as when I was a child: "No..."

You say, "No... I was killed."

Hisoka stared into your eyes, and after a while, the pair of eyebrows furrowed suspiciously, as if encountering something extremely puzzling.

With a low tone, he repeated: "It's not you?"

"Well, not me."

Your voice slowed down, and your heartbeat didn't fluctuate at all. Even the transformation department, which is good at seeing through lies, couldn't find your loopholes: "It's just that when I saw that scene, I would rather be me."

Because you didn't lie in the first place.

Everything he said to him now, in a sense, is the truth, but it is mixed with selective concealment.

Hisoka stared at your expression, and still didn't notice anything wrong.But he didn't stop there, but continued to speak unhurriedly: "If this is the case, why do you keep changing the subject..."

"and also--"

He bent down slightly, his eyes were at the same level as yours, and there was an intriguing mystery flowing in his dark golden pupils: "What did you mean by mixing other things in the battle just now?"

You didn't expect this sentence to be caught by him, and you were stunned for a moment before answering: "Huh? That? It's just a random question."

Hearing this, Hisoka deliberately elongated his voice, and let out a soft snort in his nasal cavity, and his tone seemed a little meaningful, as if he didn't quite believe your words: "Huh? Really, just ask?"

Seeing that he has a tendency to not give up without asking, you turned your head, and it happened that there was a cold wind blowing in through the half-open window.

The hair scattered on the shoulders has completely wet the clothes, and the wind blows naturally reveals a chill.

You stroked your still wet hair, interrupting Hisoka's conversation, and said to him with a smile, "That's right——can you help me get a dry towel from the cabinet?"

He stared at you for several seconds, let go of your hand, opened the wardrobe next to him, and pulled out a clean towel from the upper floor.

You took the towel and put it on your head, then raised your hands and carefully wiped the moisture hidden in your hair.

In the quiet environment, there is only the slight sound of towels rubbing against each other. The soft cloth hangs down to block your sight. You can't see Hisoka, so you just waved your hand in his direction based on your feeling.

"Go to bed early."

Then you turned around decisively.

He planned to go back to Linna's room and bury himself in the bathtub.

Suddenly, his voice called your name.

"Lucia..."

You paused as you wiped your hair, then stopped, guessing that he might continue to ask the topic just now, and turned around helplessly.

"what happened?"

The sound of high-heeled clown shoes stepping on the floor is very clear at night. He walked over without haste and stood in front of you.

The light is dim, and through the towel, you can barely see the outline of Hisoka.But unexpectedly, he didn't repeat the topic just now, and he didn't even make a sound for several seconds.

Just when you were wondering, the clouds covering the moon finally dispersed.

You see a hand slowly resting on the back of your neck, followed by Hisoka slowly bending over.

You thought he was going to look at you like before, or talk into your ear, so you didn't move.

Who knew that he would suddenly burst out with an unintelligible snort.

"..." There was a pause for the bowing of the head, and then it stopped in front of your eyes, very close to your face, almost only about the length of a finger.

You hesitated and frowned slightly.

Because through the towel, you hesitated for a while without turning your head to avoid it, and suddenly felt Hisoka's hand on the back of your neck exert a little force.At the same time, his very personal tone sounded in his ears.

"That's right... I really enjoy fighting, especially high-quality fighting. The joy it brings is incomparable to other things..."

Having said that, his voice changed: "But——"

From the gap in the towel, you saw the pair of golden eyes approaching again, and in the next second, you decisively raised your hand to hold Hisoka's face, until the back of your hand was about to touch the tip of your nose in time.

"Be careful..." You pushed his face.

His weird laughter came from under the palm, and the warm breath sprayed on the base of your fingers, causing a faint itching: "Sometimes, the goal I decide is above enjoying the battle... "

He didn't continue to bow his head, and slowly straightened up following your strength, his dark golden eyes overflowing from the gap between your five fingers.At this moment, the arrogance that belonged to Hisoka flowed out from his tone.

"Anyway, they are my will."

"..." Your eyes widened slightly, and after a while, a strange smile suddenly appeared in your heart, and the corners of your lips slowly curled up with this smile.

Then, instead of holding him down, you grabbed his face gently, lifted the edge of the towel, and looked at the red-haired guy with a smile: "Well, I understand, but you're too close. "

Hisoka didn't pull your hand away: "Is it...too close?"

His eyes glanced at you, the corners of his mouth raised, and he pulled out a suggestive smile: "Well... I can get closer..."

"..." You slapped him on the face: "Be normal for me!"

What are these words!

The young man who was pushed away by you let out a few weird laughs from his throat, his muscles relaxed, and he could see that he was in a good mood.

Perhaps the voice was a bit loud, there was noise in Linna's room, and her voice calling you could be faintly heard from inside.

You put your hands down, turn around and open the door of her room: "Linna?"

As expected, the girl is awake, but her thinking is still not very clear, and she mutters your name indistinctly: "Miss, why are you outside?"

You said softly to her, "I went to take a bath."

Suddenly, you heard the sound of closing the door behind you, and when you turned your head, you saw that it was another bedroom, and Hisoka should have entered it.

Lena leaned against the wall and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

You turned around, smiled and said, "It's nothing, go to sleep."

the next day.You go to find Qi Ya as agreed.

There is no one in the room of the hotel where Qiya is. You guessed that he should be staying in the player's room of the Sky Arena. When he came to the corresponding floor, he knocked on the door, and he heard a response from inside.

"Lucia—you're so slow—"

The boy opened the door muttering, his fluffy white hair shaking, as if he was about to say something to you.However, when he saw Hisoka standing behind you, the smile on his face froze instantly.

Then he was like a cat that sees a cucumber.

"Wow!"

It jumped up from the ground suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it was firmly in the corner of the room, and those black cat eyes were wider than a copper bell.

"He, he, why is he here?!"

Qi Ya's exaggerated reaction made you stunned for a while, guessing that there might be something between him and Hisoka that you don't know about, but you don't need to think about it to know that it can't be Qi Ya's problem.

So you turned your head and looked at Hisoka suspiciously.

"what have you done?"

Hisoka puffed up his steamed bun face slowly: "Well——"

The young man, who was still secretly excited, suddenly looked like a frost-beaten eggplant, squatting on the edge of the corridor in distress, not understanding why he was disgusted by the green and cute little fruit, and depressedly took out his playing cards and threw them up.

"I don't know... obviously I didn't do anything..."

Qiu: "..."

Qi Ya: "You are shameless, aren't you!"

You had a slight headache, and from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of Linna smiling gleefully. After noticing your gaze, she quickly changed her face, winked at you obediently, and said seriously, "Both of them must have problems."

"What?! What could be wrong with me!"

"Hee hee, who knows."

"Well... I also think there is nothing wrong with me..."

"Qi Ya is right, you are really shameless."

"..." You looked at the scene in front of you, covered your face and sighed softly.

Around two o'clock in the afternoon, Hisoka had a game.

The deadline for participating is approaching soon, if he does not participate this time, he will give up the competition by default, and his floor will drop.

After a whole noon of being friendly, Hisoka, who was finally able to say a few words to Little Apple, was in a good mood. Holding a poker card, he gave a strange laugh at the extremely talented little boy, looked at you in a blink of an eye, lightly waved his fingers, and played the card. It falls lightly into your hands.

His arm slid down, and a new card suddenly appeared between his fingers.

The playing card was close to the corner of his lips as he raised his hand, and then his wrist was turned over, revealing the card pattern hidden behind, which was a king of hearts.

It happened to be Zhang Hongxin Q who was thrown into your hand by him just now.

"Bye-Bye……"

Hisoka kissed the playing cards in his hand lightly, turned his head, raised the cards nonchalantly as a gesture of goodbye, turned around and entered the player preparation area.

Too many times, you are almost used to being stuffed with cards by him, and Linna didn't have any special reaction, but Qi Ya——

"?!" He stared at Hisoka with wide eyes, then turned his head to stare at you, and then shifted his gaze to the playing cards in your hand, his gaze was shocked.

You looked down at him: "What's wrong?"

Qi Ya suddenly showed a stomachache expression, hesitated to speak, and finally lay weakly on your arm: "Forget it, it's nothing."

You just reached up and stroked his hair.

Go to the auditorium with Kira and Rina with weird expressions.

"The long-awaited battle is about to begin. The venue is full before the contestants enter the arena. Please look at this large group of spectators!"

The commentator first held the microphone and faced the camera, then moved away from the body, and let the camera focus on the inside of the venue which was full of seats.

The venue was full of voices, everyone was excitedly discussing the battle with others, and several people stared at the camera curiously.

"The one who is playing now is that every game will bring a unique performance, the death magician, Mr. Hisoka! What kind of unique battle will he bring us today? Let us wait and see!"

At the beginning of the battle, Hisoka walked his opponent happily, and at the same time took the time to leave a few marks on the battle field with his thoughts to prepare for the upcoming magician performance.

But a person who has not recited does not know what he is doing.

Qi Ya: "Tch. Playing tricks."

And those who have thoughts may not necessarily understand his actions.

Lina: "Hmph. It's all fancy."

You were sitting between the two of you, originally you put your arm around a child's shoulder, and when you heard this, you pinched their cheeks in a funny way.

"You think so."

You raised your face to look in the direction of the battle platform in the middle, and smiled with the corners of your lips curled up: "I think it's quite interesting."

At the same time, Hisoka's arrangement in the arena has been completed, and his patience with ordinary opponents has been exhausted to the extreme. With the help of the line of thought, he leaped high and stopped in midair, with his arms raised high.

Then, amidst the gasps of other audience members, an overwhelming pile of playing cards fell from midair.When the opponent grabbed one of the cards, Hisoka also stomped heavily on the battle field with a thud.

"Hmm... is it nine o'clock?"

He raised his hand, caught a poker card, turned it over, and it happened to be the same number as the one held by his opponent, but the suit was different.

"Then let you die in the ninth attack."

Hisoka slowly opened the corners of his lips, obviously smiling, but his eyes showed naked malice and arrogance that didn't put his opponent in the eye at all, blending together into a unique taste.

"This will be the magician's last gift..."