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I was probably one of the most well-known figure in Heavens Arena. The young girl who was always fighting every single day, and doing so for five years. In fact, I stayed here for such a long time,I have been asked to fill in for sick, injured, or simply absent referees. I accept because it lets me earn a bit more money than I already have.

Today, Mr. Hiroshima needs me to fill in for another referee today, who just got too old for his own good. So until they find someone to replace him, I would be a temporary referee for the first floor.

Being referee isn't that easy, you have to judge how much damage or how effected the fighters are based on limited information. But I've gotten pretty good at it. You can tell by looking at the quality in the attackers movement, and the change in attitude and movement from the one attacked.

After squirming through the pastel pink uniform, and securing the cap over my dull brown hair, I tied my hair to the usual lopsided ponytail. I threw my cloths, belongings, and my goggles into the small locker and headed out behind the scenes of some grumbling men. Waiting for one of them to give up, which didn't take so long, I finally took someone else's place.

The first thing that caught my eye, was another fight going on, a few Arenas away. A little kid, and a fat man.

"Begin!" I rose my arm signalling the start of the match. Two men grunted insults, as they held each other in a lock trying to knock the other one over. Unfortunately fights like these drag out for an long time, and it'll be an while before one of them gives in.

All my attention was on the amber eyed kid, who had hair that seemed to use a mountain of hair gel in order to keep it pointing straight up.

An confident smirk was smacked on his opponent's face, he cracked his knuckles ready to squash that puny child. I saw him mouth a 'sorry' to the boy.

The fat man slowly swung his fist aiming at the boy's head, but he dodged by leaning to the right a few inches. With a soft push, the boy sent the man flying out the Arena and into the wall, leaving cracks where the man crashed into. He looked at his hands with amazement, as if he wasn't aware of his strength.

My eyes widened with surprise. I would only be able to send that man flying if I use my whole body in a throw, but all it took for him was a effortless push.

When I first arrived at Heavens Arena, I wasn't really looking forward to fighting. I wasn't there for glory. Only as I began to become stronger and stronger that I found some love for the exhilarating feeling of victory. I remember being that seven year old girl who could barely win one match. Now I'm this 12 year girl who never let's one interesting match left finished with an loss. I was determined more than ever to win and never lose. Not just for the money but the rush of victory.

I sighed in frustration and annoyance, noticing that I have completely screwed up. I was too busy observing, that I forgot to give out points. In order to prevent any more mistakes, I tried to filter out any other distractions.

"No way! Another strong kid!" Three roars of amazement rippled through the crowd.

Finally, I couldn't resist the temptation, and turned around to get a good view of the new contestants. First, I spotted an half albino, half angel blue eyed. His existence seemed to be in bold, all caps letters. In other words, he was hard to miss. He had an unnatural hair color, alertness in his whole being, confidence in his stance. He was the kind of person that would be first spotted among a crowd of a hundred people.

I have no idea how he knocked an grown man down effortlessly without any sign of injuring him, but so far he was chatting cheerfully with the ref.

The next kid was very hard to spot. He was too short, and I could only see half of his head behind his opponent's stomach. A big mark on his opponents chubby belly marked the area he punched.

My interested peaked, and I suddenly found myself dashing out of the Arena, thirsty for a new fight.

I decided to ditch referee work. Randomly picking the first elevator door that opened, I happened to follow the three boys that showed off amazing skill in the first floor.

I love elevators. Once it starts to slow down when it reaches it's destination, it makes my skin crawl in an exciting way. I just love it. I stared the the boys as they introduce themselves to each other, and happened to pick up the names of each of them in the process

Gon suddenly averted his attention on me. "Aren't you the referee that was near my Arena?"

I stood there in a daze for awhile. Then hesitantly nodded.

Gon stared at me expectantly.

"I'm Kujou."

"I'm Gon." The boy chirped. "And that's Killua."

I frowned a bit, now that I look closely, he didn't look that strange after all. Even if he had exotic colors all over his head, his face is pretty normal. Maybe even pretty. He caught me staring, and I quickly swooped my head around.

As the elevator slowly eased into a stop, I unconsciously followed Zushi, comparing his height to mine. "You're pretty famous here, Kujou." Commented Gon, taking notice of the action of people around me. Everywhere I go people whisper and gossip about me, discussing the latest false rumor. I was used to this kind of treatment even before I got to Heavens Arena so it has never bothered me.

"Yeah. I've lived here for quite a long time."

"You mean you earn money for yourself?"

"My friend used to fight here, and he said it was like a good job so I took it." I casually lied.

"What did you do with the prize money?" Gon asked.

"I used it."

Gon, Zushi, and I chatted for awhile, til they collected their reward. Then Killua took over. As we bought drinks, he explained how the tower worked, letting me drop a few comments about the best restaurants here.

I stared out of the windows, confused why I felt I was so much shorter than I usually am. Then I realized I accidentally followed them to the 50th floor.

"Wait. Kujou, How come you were a referee?" Asked Killua.

Glancing at his face again, Killua had a friendly smile, but his muscles were always taught with tension, as if he expects someone to suddenly attack him. "I'm just a fill in. I almost never leave Heavens Arena, so they ask me to help with the absent."

"Then shouldn't you be working now?"

"I do this all the time. They'll be fine with one or two referees missing." (Plus I have no interest in the matches on the first floor)

"Hm?" He mumbled. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Something I consider myself very skilled at. He's like an broken rubix-cube, that's impossible to solve.

After chatting for about 5 minutes, I saw the girls bathroom sign a few feet away. It was a good chance to sneak away and go back to my floor. Not alerting them, I shuffled away without a word, and darted into the room.

Entering the bathroom at Heavens Arena, proves that air freshener can give your nose something fierce.

I stood there waiting for about five minutes before exiting the door when I felt safe. I was surprised to see them waiting for me.

I smiled happily, masking my confusion. "You didn't have to wait."

"I thought so too. You take forever in the bathroom." Killua bluntly stated.

I recoiled, and I curled my lips into a frown. "Oh dear. I'm incredibly sorry that my bladder takes especially long to release my waste." I crooned, exaggerating the innocence in my voice.

He glared at me, annoyed.I finally explained that I actually was on the 170th floor, and left them after a quick wave of my hand. I heard them say goodbye to me behind my back, but I didn't bother to reply. I was probably was not going to see those guys again anyway, so why bother to be all friendly now.

You have no idea how much adjustments I made to this chapter. I even deleted the old author's note. I'm just going to bluntly state that chapter 1-3 kinda sucks. And after that my writing somehow got better. I don't know how. I got a really good English teacher so maybe that's why.

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