The first time she saw him, Kana Murasaki had just been a medic at the Celestial Tower. She was no one of importance—just a person with a knack for healing who had fallen on hard times. She had never understood the lure of the fighting pits. The crowds baying for blood. They never saw the aftermath, or had to deal with it.

Hisoka Morou, she knew, was a favorite. Dressed up in his clown get up, he looked more like a performer than a gladiator. They loved him.

He had sauntered in to her medical stall and plopped himself onto the crinkly sheets of the patient bed. Wordlessly, Kana strapped on her face mask, checked to make sure her hood was pulled over her head, and opened up her personal medic kit.

Kana had a talent for healing. In fact – she was probably one of the most powerful healers in the world. Just as the Zoldyck family was reknowned for their assassins line, the Murasaki family was reknowned for their world class healers. But the means in which the Murasaki family trained its lineage were just as strenuous as the Zoldyck's family. Which was why Kana had opted to leave. But by doing so, she had placed a target on her back. After all – who wouldn't want the healer who could heal all wounds?

Kana had traded in her glasses for contacts. Her long black silky hair – once envied by many of the girls in her class – was cut short to above shoulder length. In fact she had done such a poor job with it on purpose that her hair now reminded her of a porcupine. It was uneven, short, and bits and pieces would stick out if she tried to put it in a pony tail. She liked it. She shrouded herself in a deep navy cloak, being careful to never expose her face or the delicate body it covered. Kana was no longer protected by the family. But then again, she was never one to depend on people.

Her jade eyes examined the damage on Hisoka's body. Hisoka's serene face belied the blows she saw being dealt to him during the match. He had stood there, laughing. Laughing as the 200 pound nen enhanced fighter rained a myriad of blows onto Hisoka's body.

Not that it mattered. The match ended like all of Hisoka's matches. Bloody.

"Take off your shirt please and sit up." Kana asked as she took out a roll of her personally enhanced nen bandages. Her nen was a combination of Enhancement and Emission, specialized to heal.

The fluorescent lights cast an errie sheen to Hisoka's defined muscles.

"See something you like?" He mused, golden eyes sliding to her.

If Kana hadn't worn her mask, he would've seen her blush. Wordlessly, she unfurled her nen infused bandaged and placed hand on Hisoka's chest. Her fingers glossed over his defined abs, ghosting over his chest to his right shoulder. If she had time she would've marveled over how he would've been a biologically perfect specimen to examine in class, her mind already reciting statistics on the average male height and physique.

I wonder what his resting heart rate is. She wondered to herself.

Her fingers came to an abrupt stop on his left shoulder, his eyes followed their movements, a slight tilt at the corner of his mouth.

In a fluid motion she yanked at his famed "Texture Surprise", revealing a myriad of bruises flowering down his shoulder. If Hisoka felt any pain, he didn't reveal it, he simply continued following her movements.

It wasn't until she placed the tip of her bandage onto him that he moved. His pale, calloused hand engulfed hers in a crushing hold.

Kana was utterly terrified now but her body refused to show it.

"What an interesting aura you have." Murmured Hisoka, his head lowered over her shoulder, lips brushing against her ear.

Kana shuddered, but firmly placed her free hand over Hisoka's hand. Infusing it wih soothing nen, she brushed it over his bruised knuckles. They faded instantly. It was a placating show of submission. She would not fight him. She was here to just heal him, and get her paycheck. None of the other healers dared to go near him.

"I've never seen nen heal before!" he chuckled, his eyes now finally taking notice of her eyes. A curious shade of green, unique in these parts.

"What's your name?"

"Please let go of my hand," she intoned firmly.

But rather than do that, his other hand shot out to grab her other hand, enclosing it around the wrist. Firmly but surprisingly gently, he brought both her hands to his face and examined them, his cool breath lightly touching her palms. Hisoka towered over her, but right now his face only showed curious interest. She'd seen the near orgasmic look on his face as he stalked the prey in his fights. Kana was glad that she was never on the receiving end of such brutality and perversion.

Kana hated being touched. So in a practiced move that was very much reflex, she simultaneously released a precise shock of nen into her hands, and swiftly yanked her hands out of his.

And that was her mistake.

In that single act she realized that she had slipped. The amount of nen she just used wasn't that impressive. But the precision and speed of her delivery betrayed her as a master of nen. Few had such detailed control of their nen. And few, she bet, could escape out of Hisoka's deathly grip. She had only just realized the blooming bruises on her wrists. He had been gripping her tightly, but her basic nen had protected her from a grip that would've had any normal being writhing.

Shock registered in Hisoka's eyes, and then quickly was replaced with calculation. His mouth stretched into a smile as his eyes began to assess her. He leaned forward eagerly, breath beginning to pick up. Even a normal being could sense the slight crackling of his excited nen.

But she would never give him the chance to say what he would've said or do what he would've done. For Kana launched herself to the door, grabbed her medical kit, and bolted out of the Celestial Tower quicker than she had ever moved in her life.

But it was too late. Because in that split second of self-defense, she had inexplicably changed her quiet life forever.

She was too far gone to have heard Hisoka's delighted chuckle.

Ahhhh….I've found a new toy.