Jessie pokes at another sore spot on Hisoka and then opens the gate to her darkness for him.
Chapter Thirty-Four: How Things Are:
Jessie sat on Hisoka’s bed. “We are alike, you and I.”
Hisoka stared out the window. “No we’re not.”
“Yeah we are,” she said. The demon turned to him with her cigarette hanging out of her mouth. Hisoka groaned to himself.
“Must you do that here?”
He turned to her. “Smoke.”
Jessie shrugged. “I like it.”
“I don’t want my room to smell like an ashtray!”
“So? Open the window.”
“That doesn’t help.”
Hisoka sneered to himself. “Yeah, it is.”
Jessie pretended not to hear him. “Anyway, we are alike.”
Hisoka frowned. “How?”
She lied back on his bed. “Abandoned. Unloved. Rejected. Lonely.”
Hisoka sneered again. “That’s not true.”
Jessie glanced at him. “Oh?”
Hisoka clenched his fists. “You don’t know anything about me!”
“I don’t?” She blew smoke from her mouth. “I know a little bit about you.” She spoke when he said nothing. “You’re all of those things I said.”
Jessie smirked to herself. “You love him, don’t you?”
“Do you love Tsuzuki or not?”
Hisoka paused. That again? She knew how to stick it to him. He lowered his head.
“Ah,” Jessie said. “So it is true.”
“And what if it is?” he asked.
“That’s nice,” she said. “Ah, so good to be in love. Too bad it never works out.”
Hisoka turned to her. “What do you mean?”
Jessie smirked to herself. “I’m only telling the truth.”
Hisoka frowned. It kept on stinging. Jessie turned her head to him.
“Face it,” she said. “You and I are alike.” Hisoka gritted his teeth. Maybe she was right. He shut his eyes to put out that thought.
No. I refuse to be like that. She’s wrong!
“But am I?” she asked. Hisoka pressed his lips together. He finally lowered his head. Jessie gave him a smile of fake sympathy.
“You poor soul,” she said.
“Shut up,” Hisoka hissed. She flicked out her cigarette.
“Aww,” she said. “That’s not nice! Besides, I only want to help.”
Hisoka snorted. “You have a funny way of doing so.”
“The truth hurts. But, there is a way to soothe the pain.”
“How?” the Shinigami asked.
Jessie smirked to herself. “Come here and I’ll show you.” Hisoka didn’t but it, but what else could he do? He got up from the window and walked over to his bed. Jessie pulled him down to her, grinning. Hisoka stilled looked skeptical.
“Now what?” he asked. The demon didn’t speak. Instead, she gave him a little peck on the lips.
Here began Hisoka’s endless battle with his poisoned envy and self-hate.