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Furuta Day 6: Clown Crossover

Washuu-Furuta Souta has never expected heaven, so it’s fitting that Kanou has given him an escape after 179. A travel to another world, a world he’s loved reading about. 

The World of Hunter x Hunter. 

The Black Whale, to be precise. 

This is a summary of what ensued: 

Hisoka: *annoyed at being found* Who are you?

Furuta: *cackles behind mask* Souta the Clown!

Hisoka: *curious and horny* Mmmhmmm. Tell me more. 

Furuta: I’m you, but with black hair and better style. You could almost say I’m what would happen if a writer decided to mix you and Illumi.

Hisoka: *evil grin* I like mixing with Illumi, too…

Illumi: *appears* who is this? 

Furuta: Washuu Kichimura, of the powerful Washuu clan. *pulls off mask, winks*

Hisoka: Wait…

Illumi: Who?

Furuta: You know what you do if you obsessively love a sibling? Kill them, or imprison them because they’re yours. Make them part of your ultimate plan!

Illumi: KILLING FAMILY IS FORBIDDEN –

Chrollo: *enters room* What is this noise – *grabs nen book* Hisoka!

Furuta: Calm down, drama queen. Hisoka’s sly and all, but he only duped one group. I duped, like, four and destroyed my whole society. My name is Furuta Nimura. I’m pretty strong too. Let me fight you. 

Chrollo: *in disbelief* How are there two of them…

Kurapika: *enters* I heard there’s a commotion – FUCKING SPIDERS! Emperor Time! *eyes turn scarlet, holds Chain Jail*

Chrollo: *points to door* Why is he here. 

Furuta: *activates kakugan* ‘Sup. The name’s Washuu-Furuta Souta. 

Kurapika: *taken aback by red iris* W-wait – a-are you a K-kurta? 

Furuta: Nah but I know what it’s like to be hunted for being different. Though I’m usually hunted for my kagune, not my eyes. See? *whips out toothy kagune, kisses it, licks it in sensual slow-motion*

Hisoka: *glides over to pole-dance against the kagune* Is this your nen? I love it. I want it. Let’s kill each other. 

Furuta: *beams* I want to dominate you. 

Illumi: *bloodlust* HE IS MY FIANCE! 

Chrollo: X-X I’m going to vomit.

Kurapika: Me too. Wait, did I agree with you? 

Furuta: I don’t know, did you? Did you now? Is everything you ever knew a lie? Would you have the power to break free of your societal chains? WHO CAN TELL?!

Chrollo: *dead inside* what…

Illumi: *bitter* do you…

Kurapika: *weak voice* want?

Furuta: *strikes dramatic pose* SUPER PEACE!  *gets caught in bungee gum* Hey Hisoka, my kagune has the properties of muscles and liquids…

The Garden

Gotta participate in my own week here, eh?

“Rize, look!”

Four-year-old Souta picks up his rubber duck and squeezes it. Water shoots out into Rize’s mouth.

“You’re mean!” Rize stomps her foot as Souta doubles over, cackling. She grabbs his hair and pulls.

“Ow!” Souta gulps when several of their mommies looked towards them. “Act calm so they don’t bother us.” 

Rize nods. She looked wistfully at Souta’s favorite toy. “I want a real ducky…”

An idea occurrs to Souta. But for now, he squeezes more water into her face. “He’s not real enough for you?!”

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Two weeks later

Souta hates waiting for his mother. She’s always gone with his Father, whom he’s not allowed to call dad, and then when she returns she cries and he doesn’t know why. 

Especially since she brings him presents. He likes presents and doesn’t know why Mommy doesn’t.

“Souta?” calls her mellifluous voice at last. 

“Mom!” He leaps out of bed into her arms. 

Mom smiles down at him, though her eyes are red again. She places a box on the floor. “Hey, I got something for you. Bring Rize here.”

Souta squeals with excitement, then races off to find his best friend.

When both children re-enter the tent Mom and Souta share, Mom waves. “This will be our little secret.”

She opens it to reveal two soft, fluffy duckings.

Rize shrieks.

“Shhhh. Secret,” Souta corrects her. 

“They can stay here for a little while, okay? Your father doesn’t mind.” Mom nods, and Souta squeezes her, and Rize hugs him, and the ducks make a quacking noise, and he thinks himself the happiest person alive.