EDIT July 16, 2:48 AM: Please feel free to, you know, throw rocks at me. Anyway, I will get all of these drabbles done (and that includes you,
rubynye!). At this point it's an honor thing ( = me keeping my word), though of course donations are still appreciated
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Some might have said it was a matter of pulling the right strings (and the magician held all the strings), but Hisoka wouldn’t have dreamt of using anything so dull as rope to bind his Gon to him. Why use strings, when a little bit of nen held so much more - refinement?
The thing about bungee gum that baffled most of his opponents was that it - stretched. How could it be a weapon if it didn’t bind, didn’t hinder?
Hisoka never bothered to explain. Either they got it, or they died. If it was almost without exception the latter, well, that was no great loss.
Sure, he couldn’t tie Gon down with gum. The prodigious little hunter was in no cage: he could go where he pleased, growing stronger and stronger as he met each new challenge and summarily put it down. Hisoka could feel it through their link, the pleasing thrum of Gon’s power as it grew in leaps and bounds, whispering back to him as vibrations traverse a taut string no matter how far his quarry went.
The thing about gum, though, was that the further you stretched it, the harder it pulled back. One day Gon would reach the limits of their separation, and then he would fly back to him on his own-as easily, as naturally, as inexorably as an apple falling out of its tree.
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You're fantastic. *runs off to donate*
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