Killua's hand shook as he stared down at his card in horror. He pocketed it again as fast as possible and excused himself to go blush furiously in the bathroom. Gon decided it was best to let Killua alone and looked around to watch others as they reacted to their assigned kisses. He found it amusing to see everyone's different expressions.


Palm Siberia tapped the person next to her. "Excuse me, do you know who this is?"

Shalnark leaned over and said, "Hisoka? Yes...here, I've even got a picture of him somewhere in my phone." He slid through the images until he found the right one.

She studied the picture for a moment..her eyes wide with wonder and apprehension. "You…know him?" she inquired timidly.

"Well yes, but we're not on the best of terms right now." The Ryodan grinned in his charming way at the woman. "Don't worry, I think he'll like your kiss," Shalnark said reassuringly before turning to his friend. "So Feitan, who did you get?"

The dark-haired thief's eyes narrowed. "I can't tell if it's a male or a female."

"Let me see." Shalnark yanked the card out of Feitan's hands and read it out loud, "Palm Siberia".

"Yes?" Palm had risen to go search for the Hisoka man, and heard her name. She turned to look at the muscular blonde with the phone.

"Uh.. nothing. I just..like your name." He grimaced as his companion delivered a painful sensation to his leg underneath the table. After she turned to resume her quest, Shalnark elbowed Feitan playfully. "Not bad!" He laughed.

'This is utterly ridiculous,' the shorter thief thought savagely. He had gone as Shalnark's guest in order to work as a tream; to infiltrate the Hunter's meeting, not to play foolish games. He did find the female somewhat attractive, making the task a bit less hateful.


Pariston smiled down at his card. It read, "Killua Zoldyck". 'Perfect.' He thought with amusement.


Leorio was already scheming when he noticed that his table was considerably quieter than those around them. He saw Kurapika looking down at his card with wide eyes. The taller man went to grab it to see whose name was on it, but the Kurta was too quick.

"It is none of your business, Leorio," he said in a shaken voice as he stared fixedly ahead.

"Awww, come ON!" the medical student whined. "Do you know her? I happen to know every female Hunter's name and measurements….I take my role as a Zodiac very seriously…" He lounged back in his chair. "I can easily help you find the lucky lady."

Kurapika said nothing.

"It... is a woman…isn't it?" Leorio quickly sat forward in alarm to grab the Kurta's arm.

"Yes.." Kurapika replied calmly and left the table. He would have departed right then if he didn't require the use of his nen the next day. He had been planning the operation for months to steal back a pair of scarlet eyes from an eccentric and powerful collector. Why did it have to be her of all people? Kurapika struggled with feelings of dread and the slightest hint of excitement. 'Neon-sama. How can I do this without giving you the wrong impressions?' he wondered.

Meanwhile, Neon was proudly showing her card to her companion. "Look, Leorio! It says, 'Kurapika!'" She was almost levitating with happiness. "It's totally meant to be!" she squealed.

Her excitement was cut short when Leorio leaned in and kissed her passionately. After a moment she pushed him off angrily. "Hey! What are you…you don't just! Wait, do you have my name?"

He shrugged. "I seem to have forgotten what my card said… looks like I need to kiss every woman in here to be on the safe side.." he said in a false forlorn tone. He almost fell out of his chair with the force of her slap.


Cheadle glowered in her seat as the chaos unfolded. She saw people already kissing, others who were making a hasty exit, slapping…while Bisky and List were both giggling like school girls in the corner. This would certainly be the last time she would allow such impropriety. She had trusted List when he offered to arrange some entertainment. This was supposed to be a respectable gathering! Cheadle now felt like a high school principal rather than the chairman of a prestigious association. When word of this got out….


Hisoka smiled down at his card. It read, 'Ging Freecss'. He was fairly certain that the shadowy vagabond had already left. 'Oh this will be fun…' he mused.. 'a hunt.' He rose and strolled out of the hall.

Palm easily identified Hisoka due to his unique appearance and followed him. Once they had both exited the main room, Hisoka turned toward the woman. "Do you want something?" She seemed nervous but determined..he sensed no threat coming from her. He smiled. "You got my name…didn't you?"

Palm blushed and nodded shyly. This man was confident and strange..she wasn't sure what to make of him. Her intuition told her that this Hisoka was strong and possibly dangerous. Too intimidated to approach Palm stood there unsure of how to proceed.

Hisoka smiled and gestured to her. "No need to be shy…" With the bungee gum he had attached to her waist her pulled her towards him with great speed, sweeping her off her feet. Palm gasped as she collided with the painted man and his arm wrapped around her, holding her against him. "I'm not going to hurt you," he purred.

Palm tried to say something but she couldn't find the words and his mouth was already on hers. She hadn't much experience with things like this, but she was certain that Hisoka did. His kiss was firm, deliberate... sexy, causing her to twitch involuntarily. Hisoka released her and the woman slid down to land on her feet, still leaning on him in shock.

"I apologize for rushing things... my time is limited at the moment." He produced a card out of thin air. "If you want to find me again, I'll be around." He handed her a Joker. "Jana."

A/N: I want to mention that some of this story is loosely connected with some previous fan fics...it's all crack stuff...but I have a little fixation with Killua and Pariston Hill, my own personal headcanon that I hope will become canon one day. So consider looking at "Thanksgiving at Mitos" as well as "Christmas Eve in YorkNew"...as these two stories share some of that bizarre relationship between the ex-assassin and the sparkly blonde.