Kohaku sets up Hisoka to act out his darkest desire upon Anna. Violent and more Hisoka angst for all.
Chapter Forty-Three: Misery Lust:
Crystal. Hisoka slowly opened his eyes. There was no ground. Nothing at all. He felt his body floating.
W-Where am I?
“Oh good, you’re awake,” that familiar voice said. Hisoka looked up. Kohaku stood over him, smirking. The Shinigami trembled. The kitsune shook its head.
“Aww,” he said. “Why do you fear me? I wouldn’t harm you intentionally.” Hisoka nodded with a pale face. Kohaku extended its hand out to the boy. The Shinigami stared at him. The sweet smile was part of the trap. But yet so inviting…
Hisoka slowly took the kitsune’s hand. Kohaku helped him to his feet.
“There,” the kitsune said. Hisoka took a minute to take in the new ground under his feet.
“You poor soul,” Kohaku spoke up. “You need a release.” Hisoka paused and looked up.
“Huh?” he asked.
“Therefore,” the kitsune went on. He walked forward to an altar. Hisoka looked on with startled anger. Anna sat on the ground bounded and gagged. Her eyes pleaded with him for misery.
“What is this?” Hisoka asked. Kohaku walked forward. It placed a hand on the woman’s head.
“You see,” the kitsune said. “I have brought you a little gift.”
“What?!?” the boy asked.
“You hate her, right?” Kohaku asked.
“I guess…” Hisoka admitted sheepishly. The kitsune picked up a baseball bat from the crystal nothingness. It handed the weapon to the Shinigami.
“She must be punished,” Kohaku spoke. “Take the bat and punish this wanton whore!” Hisoka hesitated at first. He looked at Kohaku and the bat with big eyes. He glanced at Anna.
“Don’t do this to me!” her eyes begged him. Right then, Hisoka’s rage began to spiral.
“Why should I?” his own eyes asked. The boy grabbed the bat and raised it high above his head.
“Yes!” Kohaku hissed. “Do it!” Hisoka let out a beast-like cry. He took the first swing to Anna’s head. Crack! The woman didn’t cry out through the gag. The boy backed up to admire the damage. He licked his lips with a wild, demonic look in his eyes. Her fear and pain poured through him like a waterfall.
“That feels good!” Hisoka growled. He took another swing at his victim. Scarlet blood sailed upwards with each hit. The swings got harder and faster. Kohaku watched him with a smirk on its face.
“Yes!” the kitsune moaned as if having sex. “Yes! More!” Blood splashed upon Hisoka’s face. However, when he couldn’t feel her emotions run through him anymore, his sense came back.
This is not me.
“Go on!” Kohaku yelled. “Do it! Finish her off! KILL HER!!!” Hisoka took more violent swings.
This is not me.
This is not me.
This is not me!
THIS IS NOT ME!
Hisoka lowered the bat before he could deliver the lethal blow. Kohaku frowned at the toy.
“What are you doing?” it hissed. “If you want Tsuzuki back, you have to kill your rival!” Hisoka smiled and shook his head.
“She’s not the one I need to take my anger out on,” he replied.
“What?!?” Kohaku snapped. Hisoka lifted his head. His eyes were different this time. They weren’t hungry for meaningless violence. Instead, a calming sense of clarity washed over the boy.
“I’m just going to take it out on you—right now!” the Shinigami shouted. Kohaku only smirked at him.
“Really?” he asked, bluffing. Hisoka lunged forward to take a swing. Smack! When he hit the puppet master, the body broke down into watery dust and fell to his feet. His crystal surroundings around him like tiny soap bubbles. Hisoka looked around to his now black landscape.
/Ah illusion?/, he thought.
“Tsuzuki-san? Kimoto-san?” the boy asked. Nothing; he was all alone. Hisoka’s stomach turned at the realization.
Kohaku could be…/, he thought. /I have to save them! Despite the endless dark maze around him, Hisoka began his march to save his comrades.