You know that feeling when your gut feels weird and twists all up? Well that was what I felt awful. Hisoka had smirked and walked up to me and leaned over.

"You have a lot of explaining to do once I deal with this fag," his lip touched my ear, causing me to shiver.

"And you are?"

"It's Hisoka," Hisoka pushed me aside. "Y/n's boyfriend and he's soon to be my wife......" I sat there, embarrassed. Not only did he call me his boyfriend, he referred to me as a female. Sousuke seemed very upset by Hisoka and almost seemed angry. I sat there worried. Sousuke was just a regular person with no training, no type of talent besides being rich. And yet, he was fighting for someone like Hisoka.

"Sorry, I think you are mistaken," he grumbled. "Y/n would never marry a shrivel dick like you, let alone date you... " Hisoka was getting pissed at this point.

"And you think he'd date a fuck boy like yourself?"

At this point, Hisoka's eyes were on me. I could tell he was angry that another man had rammed himself inside of me once or twice. Before even me or Hisoka knew, Sousuke punched Hisoka. Hisoka hit the ground and Sousuke got on top of him, punching his face repeatedly. I had yelled at Sousuke, telling him to stop but there was no stopping him at this point.

HISOKA'S POV

I took the hits. I admit, he did get a good jump on me. I got bored and decided to stop him. I stopped his fist with my palm and squeezed, hearing the cracking of his fingers breaking. He screamed in pain as I squeezed harder. I soon sat up as he got away from me. He held his limp hand and began crying.

I smirked. "You're really getting me excited," I smirked, walking over to him. I began to step on his broken hand and watched him scream in agony. "Look how pathetic you are... You can't even protect someone you love, so whats the point of pretending to love someone~..?" I heard y/n yell at me, but I ignored him and focused on the male. I then stepped on his stomach repeatedly hoping I could get him to cough up blood. I got bored again and sighed. "What a pussy, I'm not even trying..."

The male whimpered and curled up into a ball. I stepped on his head and grinned.

"Hisoka!" I heard y/n yell at me. He tugged me away.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," I smirked.

"That doesn't matter, you could of killed him!"

I frowned and stared at y/n. Did he matter to him that much? I grew angry, so I grabbed y/n's hand and pulled him into his apartment. He kept telling me I was hurting him, but I ignored him. I threw his frail body on the bed and got on top of him.

SLAP!

I sat there stunned as I felt y/n's hand strike my face. I actually paid him a little attention and noticed his wrist was red. Tears had ran down his face as he stared at me. He was afraid of me... Once again we were back where we started. I lifted off of him and let him pull his legs from under me. He pulled his knees close to him and looked at his feet.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I watched him get out of bed and pick up a rag, going to the kitchen sink to run water on it. He came back to me and sat on my lap. His hand cupped my cheek, the other held the rag, rubbing it against the bruises on my skin. He looked everywhere but at me. I grabbed his wrist, but made sure to be gentle with it. He looked at me.

"Hisoka," he mumbled.

"Yes?"

"I love you more than a mother could love her child," he began to cry. "I love you more than anyone else could or will.... " I smiled and cocked my head to the side.

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10 MINUTES LATER

YOUR POV

Hisoka was fast asleep.I smiled and placed the covers over him. I had to admit, when he wasn't being a complete idiot or being perverted, he was actually handsome. I looked over at the katanas that sat on the side of my bed and bit at the dry skin on my lip.

"What are you looking at?" I heard Hisoka mumbled. I flinched as he wrapped his arms around me. "Wanna go to the battle tower and get some money for a house?" I went silent. "You should really think about it. Then we can settle down and do what we want! We can do it, let's do it! Let's do it, Mr. Assassin... Come on... " I blushed. He called me Mr. Assassin. A word I never wanted to be categorized as. I went silent, and looked away from Hisoka. "Oh did I press the wrong button?"

"Hisoka, you're an ass sometimes... "