Bubble: Heyoo! Thank you for all your reviews, I really appreciate it! I know everybody was looking forward to what would happen next so here it is! I'm not used to people looking forward to something when I'm finding it so hard to write the scenario, but I'm really glad I got this done! It's really short though, sorry, I just HAD to get this out!

Hisoka: It's not a lie that you were freaking out from the pressure though.

Bubble: Shut up Hisoka.

Illumi: ... You should have done a vote on what readers wanted to happen...

Bubble: but then it won't be my work!

Illumi: Fridgethatbubblegum does NOT own hunter x hunter...

Hisoka: Please enjoy...

*Flashback*

"This one's not too bad..." Hisoka smirked and licked his lips. I was terrified, no, shocked. I just stood there, not uttering a word.

*End flashback*

Chapter 4. Tomorrow.

I stood there, my jaw dropped slightly. Frowning, I crossed my arms tightly and eyed the jester up and down.

Hisoka stopped when he saw me. He looked bewildered for a moment, eyes widened for a split second, but then instantly composed himself. "Natsu-"

I forced him to stop mid-sentence as I blasted a jet of fire toward him with a flourish of my hand. It followed him tracks as he ran, I felt like a water hose trying to get rid of a grasshopper on a flower patch. When I ran out of steam, I stopped, coughing up ashes.

I managed to burn his left arm and left him badly limping. His puffy pants were ripped on the side, torn and burned black as the remainder of the flames tried to survive on his leg.

I made a huffing sound and turned away. I should have known... When I did turn around, he was nowhere to be seen, his smirk now burned into my memories.

I threw myself onto our - ehem, my silk bed.

I wasn't expecting Hisoka to turn up any time soon.

I felt horrid. It didn't seem like it happened. I tried to convince myself that I hadn't hinted to Hisoka that I loved him, but of course it was useless.

I sighed. I might as well sleep this off for now.

When I turned my head to the right though, I got so scared I almost fell off the bed. It was king size though and I don't know how I pulled it off.

Hisoka was standing there, looking like he just had a steamy shower. He had a towel on... well, you know... just a towel.

"Where did you come from? The bathroom sink?!" I shrieked, treating him like he was some kind of pipe goo.

"Not quite, to be precise, the door," he replied, sitting on the bed and pointing at our grand bathroom door.

I jumped away, shrinking, trying to merge myself with the thin covers. "G-get out," I said, trying not to stumble over my words.

"Is it necessary?" he asked.

I scoffed, making it as dramatic as I could. "Uh NO, it's not," I said sarcastically.

He chuckled slightly. He loomed over me, although he was sitting down he was still miles taller than me, which didn't even make sense because his hair was wet, cutting off at least 10 centimeters off his usual height.

I looked up at him, my emerald eyes glinting in the dim light. I felt slightly guilty, even apologetic for how I was treating him. I just didn't like it, I didn't like him hiding everything all the time; it made me worry about him more than I worry about myself every day.

It wasn't normal! I wanted to tell him this, but of course my thin self-esteem stopped me every time. I felt like a hypocrite.

"Hey... can you tell me why we got married?" I asked quietly.

Hisoka looked at me, his face emotionless, except for his slightly upturned lip. "Tomorrow," he replied, climbing onto the bed.

I saw his leg - it was burned and swollen.

I jumped on his other leg, pinning him down.

"Natsumi- what-" he stuttered as I made a valiant effort to ignore him, and not care about the position we were in, and started to treat it his leg. After applying a fast healing medicine on it, I finally jumped off of him. "If you insist on sleeping in the same bed as me, I will definitely not let you sleep with that outfit," I said, referring to his towel.

He chuckled. I huddled myself onto the edge of the bed, facing away from him as he got DRESSED right in front of me.

"Boys never have any delicacy..." I muttered.

I felt him land on the bed lightly. The lights were off a few seconds later.

It was freezing that night. I felt like I was in a fridge. I hugged my knees and shivered, my cold feet making my thighs turn to ice.

Hisoka noticed this, and did something I totally wanted to punch him for. He hugged me. His arms slid around my waist, tracing my curves once and settling around me, the warmth from his torso seeped into my back and I didn't know what to do.

"Dammit Hisoka," I grumbled, facing as far away from him as inhumanly possible.

I was unusually tired. It was just plain annoying for him to do this, since he was faking everything he did for me. It was too late though; bungee gum had me glued to him.

"Hell no, let me go or I'll set you on fire," I said as he made me turn around so I was facing him, my nose at his collarbone.

"Go for it, you'll be warmer that way." Hisoka said, taking a stab at why a fire user was cold in the first place. "That's not how this works, okay!" I said, louder this time and I glared at him, immediately regretting everything as I remembered how close his face was to mine.

He breathed out, giggling a little at my demise. My face hot with anger and... well, I was blushing. Hard.

He tried to kiss me again and I fought it like a beast, swearing out loud- naturally.

He gave up, laughing and hugging me tighter. Warmth spread through my body as I finally relaxed a little, lulled by the sudden return of feeling in my fingers and toes.

As it did, my hands felt something else, smooth, skin. I realized yet again, that Hisoka was shirtless. Blood rushed back to my head, doing a heated full cycle of my body. My heart was tight and I struggled for air.

He really does love undressing in front of anybody, doesn't he?! (reference to greed island encounter; I swear I could understand how Bisky felt.)

This time I really did give up. I couldn't move anyway. I just sighed and lay there. At least I was warm - okay, rephrase that. Now I was in an oven. Whole roasted piglets from the hunter exams, I think I'm sleeping with you tonight.

I gradually did manage a light slumber.

I didn't hear what Hisoka said though, and didn't feel him kiss the top of my head.

"I'm sorry, Natsumi."