"Okay, so you can put down the two now," Jin'ai said, reaching over and pulling down a two of clubs from Jun's hand. He placed it over his three. "So, it's like chronological order. And when you get rid of all your cards," he placed down his last card, an ace of spades, "then you win!"

"Oh, I see," Jun said, tying up her short hair the best she could. Some loose strands fell out into her face and she gathered the dirty, bent cards again, grinning at her brother. "Okay, I get it now. Let's play again!"

Jin'ai smiled and nodded, brushing back his dark hair. He was a few years older than his sister, but she always seemed to be the one to take care of him. He sat up and arched his back, stretching out. Her head snapped up, alarmed.

"Jin'ai, are you okay?" she asked, hopping off the rusted metal chair. "Do you want to go outside?"

"Oh, no, it's okay, I was just stretching, Jun-chan," he said, holding out his hand as though to try to calm her down. It never seemed to work. Jun frowned, her brows furrowed in concern.

"Do you want to walk around the building?" she asked, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Sure," Jin'ai agreed, knowing that she wasn't going to let it go unless he let her do what she wanted. She smiled and galloped around to his side of the table, kicking in the locks to his wheelchair before whirling him around and pushing him out the door.

"Jun-chan," called a sing-song voice, and Jun snapped back to reality. She turned towards the source of the voice, Hisoka having returned for the night.

"Hi," she greeted, sitting up. She'd been laying on her bed staring at the ceiling since she had met with Killua. She'd gotten lunch and gone back to her room alone to eat it, and had been lying on her bed ever since. She clicked her phone to check the time. It was past midnight. She'd been here for ten hours; the day had simply come and gone without her even realizing it.

"What did you do today?" he asked, and she had to blink a few times before realizing that he had asked about her day. He had never done that before.

"Nothing," she answered.

"Really?"

"I wish I had something interesting to tell you. I sat here for ten hours."

Hisoka chuckled, having known that she did have a tendency to enter meditative states in which she'd space out about nothing at all. Ten hours was nothing to her; she had so much time on her own with nothing to do. He wasn't surprised that she was always so bored.

He pointed a long finger at her arm, tied in a bandage. "Looks like you had a little fun, though."

"Oh, right," she said, looking down at her arm. She had forgotten she had been injured today. After all, it didn't hurt. "I guess you can say that."

"Someone actually injured my cute Jun-chan. Who'd you fight?" he asked, pulling off his shirt and tossing it on the ground.

"Secret."

Hisoka was quick to catch her chin in his fingers, tilting her head up so she would look at him. He squeezed her cheeks tightly but she didn't feel anything, staring up at him with big blue eyes. He smirked as she didn't seem the least bit surprised at all. "You keep secrets from me, Jun-chan?"

"You keep secrets from me," she countered, poking his hand with her finger. She was always so unafraid. It used to bother him, but now, he was used to it. It had been long since she had felt fear; she had done everything within her power to forget the feeling. One day, Hisoka was going to do everything within is power to make her remember. "Let's trade. If you tell me one, I'll tell you."

Hisoka smirked, releasing her face. He pushed her down onto the bed gently, uninterested. "Pass."

"Uwah, too bad," she said as he climbed on top of her. She lifted her hands and gently traced over his collar bones and the outlines of his muscles on his chest. She moved to his arms, running her thin finger over his biceps and the rings around his arms, so fascinated, so curious.

"What are you doing?" Hisoka asked when she returned to his collarbones. She looked up at him as though realizing for the first time that he was there.

"Oh, sorry," she said, smiling sheepishly. "I don't really know. I just wanted to touch. I couldn't help it. It's like marble. You're like a statue."

He licked his lips. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"I meant it as one, "she said as he lifted her arms to pull her shirt off over her head. Sex with Hisoka was never bad. There wasn't ever a time in the five years that they had been doing this that Jun wished it would end, or wished to be doing something else, even though while he was here, they slept together nearly every night.

It wasn't boring. His hands never left any bit of her untouched, unsatisfied, and always sent little fireworks exploding in her eyes. His touch was like the heat of a flame, setting fire to wherever he touched. He always made sure she was completely satisfied and never did anything against her will. She didn't mind his occasional roughness; it made everything much more fun anyway. She was used to this relationship, even if she wasn't sure what kind of relationship it was.

Afterwards, Jun just laid there, trying to get her vision to focus by blinking rapidly at the ceiling as Hisoka rolled off her onto the bed. He propped himself up with his elbow, resting his chin in his hand, watching her move her hair out of her face as she steadied her breathing.

"Are you alright, Jun-chan?" he teased.

She turned to him and stuck her tongue out cutely, to which Hisoka simply chuckled. She sat up for a bit, reaching over the side of the bed to swipe up her hair clip. She swirled her hair up and plucked his shirt up off the ground, pulling it over her head. She tossed the blanket over the both of them.

"What'd you do today?" Jun asked, remembering that Hisoka had asked her. She was returning the favor. She was actually curious.

"Nothing in particular," Hisoka told her. "But I did have a delicious cupcake from that new patisserie down the road."

Jun laughed. "Was it a strawberry cupcake?"

"You know me so well," Hisoka said, and Jun smiled, taking his statement as a compliment. "It was strawberry shortcake. You should try it sometime."

"Maybe I'll go tomorrow and buy one," Jun said, thinking aloud. Hisoka was half expecting her to ask if he wanted to go with her. He thought that maybe, he would have said yes and gone with her, as that did sound a little fun, but then, he thought that maybe he'd say no and agitate her. But she never asked, so he didn't worry about it. "Did you do anything else today?"

Hisoka hummed, thinking of something to tell her. "I did receive a challenge to fight."

Jun gasped, sitting up with a smile across her face. "You did? From who? Did you accept?"

"I know you're absolutely enamored by my fights, Jun-chan, but I haven't accepted yet," Hisoka teased. Jun made a face.

"Why? I haven't seen you fight in so long."

"Ditto," he told her. He shrugged. "If I feel like it, I'll accept the fight. We'll see how I feel in a few days."

"Ughhhh, why won't you accept it? Who's it from? Is it someone interesting?"

"Secret," Hisoka told her, pressing his finger to his lips to emphasize, and Jun sighed, plopping back into bed. She didn't push further, so Hisoka decided to change the subject back to something he wanted to know. "So, Jun-chan, you're really not going to tell me who gave you that cut?" Hisoka asked, using a hand to brush the hair from his face. He gestured at her arm again, as she looked like she had once again, forgotten that the injury was there. Jun shook her head.

"You tell me something cool beans, and I'll tell you."

Hisoka decided to humor her. She would be persistent, and Hisoka was curious. This way, they would both get a win. "I found new prey," he said, licking his lips. "About a month ago. From the hunter exam."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, her eyes widening in curiosity.

He nodded once. "Interesting new prey."

"Oh, me too," she said with a grin. "Found 'prey', I mean. Not from the hunter exam, since mine was like, two years ago, but new prey nonetheless."

Hisoka was actually a little surprised. It had been some time since Jun had last liked something. 'Liking' was perhaps an extreme understatement; no one liked things the way Sekihara Jun did. She became obsessed with things. "Is your new toy more interesting than me?"

"Who knows?" Hisoka said, rolling onto his back with a shrug.

She sat up at this, puffing her cheeks out in frustration. "The right answer was no!"

Hisoka chuckled. That was what he had been hoping for; a little agitation on her end to get her going. He wasn't only waiting for Gon, after all. "Well, I haven't seen you fight in a while, Jun-chan, so it's easy for me to forget how interesting you are when you don't even try to impress me."

"Ugh, but I don't like fighting,"she argued, her brows furrowing in frustration. "Oh, yeah," she said, as though realizing something, and as quick as lightning, shot her fist out. Hisoka managed to just dodge it by tilting his head back a little into the bed, her hand mere centimeters away from his face. He definitely hadn't been expecting that. "I forgot about our deal," she said, smiling as she poked his forehead. "Does that count? Are you impressed?"

Hisoka placed his hand on hers, moving it away from his face. "Sure," he agreed. "One point for the element of surprise. You are so very interesting, Jun-chan."

His sarcasm seemed to please her and she grinned, lying back down in bed. She curled up under the blankets, looking up at him. "So, your new less-interesting-than-me prey?"

"What about it?" Hisoka asked, sitting up. He pulled the blanket over his waist and rolled his shoulders back, stretching out. He plucked his shirt from the ground nearby and tossed it to Jun. He did like seeing her in his clothes; she looked cuter than usual.

"You gonna tell me more?" she asked as she wormed into the shirt, popping her head out of the collar without question.

"Why do you want to know?"

Jun shrugged. "I don't know. Someone's interesting to you. Maybe they'd be interesting to me, too."

Hisoka shot her a look out of the corner of his eye, his amber pupils locking with hers. The air suddenly felt sharper. "Don't even think about it, Jun-chan."

"Uwah, scary," she commented, pulling the sheets over her head for emphasis as she giggled. She seemed ready to drop the subject, to which Hisoka figured. She wasn't curious about whoever it was Hisoka was interested in because she had one of her own. Jun wrapped the sheets around her face like a hood, holding it under her chin. She smiled sweetly. "Can I have my kiss now?"

"You want to use your precious point so early?" Hisoka asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Now that you've reminded me about our little deal, it won't be so easy to earn another point for some time. You're going to have to really impress me next time, Jun-chan."

"I can do it," she answered confidently, nodding as she pumped her fist cutely. "I can get another kiss later. Trust me."

"You've been so ambitious with me lately, Jun-chan," Hisoka commented. "I'd like to see you back it up."

Jun stuck her tongue out playfully in response, and Hisoka flicked his fingers, beckoning for her to come closer. She wiggled over, and in one motion, he swung her on top of him, strands of her dark hair falling onto his face. He brushed her hair back and she lowered her face, meeting his lips. Their kiss was softer this time, gentle, almost cautious. It was nothing like the last time, save for the bolt of electricity rocketing down Jun's spine. Their lips moved together until Hisoka pulled back, putting his hand on Jun's neck to push her back. He didn't want to spoil her just yet.

He licked his lips, his amber eyes flicking over Jun's kiss-swollen lips. He could devour her all over again. But once again, he resisted. Hisoka could have her whenever he wanted.

Jun seemed satisfied and rolled out of his grasp and off him, plopping down on the bed. She touched her lips, seeming to be thinking. "I like that one better than the other day's one. It was nice," she said. "There are different kinds of kisses, huh?"

"I suppose," Hisoka answered, not quite sure how to answer. He propped himself up on one hand, raising an eyebrow, interested. "Hold on, Jun-chan. You're not telling me that your first kiss was the one we had the other day, are you?"

She blinked a few times. "Oh, is that weird?"

"You've never kissed another man?" he asked. "Ever?"

She shook her head and shrugged at the same time. "No," she answered. "I've never really felt like I needed to."

Hisoka needed to phrase the next question carefully, using his most neutral tone of voice. "So, you've never slept with anyone else either?"

Jun hummed, averting eye contact and hiding under the blanket. Hisoka blinked. That was not the answer he had been expecting. He opened his mouth to say something, his hand out and ready to snatch her chin and maybe crush her jaw, but before he could do anything, she popped back out from under the blanket. "Nope!" she said, grinning.

Hisoka paused. "Jun-chan?"

"I haven't slept with anyone else, silly," she said, sticking her tongue out. When Hisoka didn't say anything, a look of panic flashed in Jun's blue eyes. "Is that weird?"

Hisoka knew that she asked these things simply because she didn't know any better. He actually found it quite adorable. She had been so pure and he was the one – the only one – who had dirtied her. It actually made her that much more delicious.

"It's not weird," he told her, though he wasn't sure if that was the right answer or not. She was here alone for extended periods of time. After sleeping with him for so many nights in a row, he figured that she needed some companionship eventually. Did she really…wait for him?

"Oh, okay," she said, shrugging. She giggled, sticking her tongue out. "You should feel special. You're my one and only."

"You are my princess, Jun-chan," Hisoka agreed, a thin smile pulling at his lips. He owned her completely. It was an exhilarating feeling. "If any other man put his hands on what is mine, I will have no choice but to kill him. You've saved lives, Jun-chan. You should be happy."

"I am," Jun laughed. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask. We're still trading secrets, right?"

Is that what she thought this was? "Sure," Hisoka told her.

"Okay. Am I really your princess?"

"I just said so. Try to listen, Jun-chan."

"No, I mean, do you sleep with anyone else when you're away?"

"Of course not."

Jun smiled, believing him without question. "Oh, cool," she said, her voice gleaming with happiness. Hisoka was often surprised at how she could simply believe anything he said. "You know, I don't think things should change at all. I like the way things are with us."

"As do I," Hisoka told her. "We had this conversation the other day, princess."

"I just felt like telling you again," she said with a shrug. She smiled at him. "And just Jun is fine."

Jun woke up to an empty bed. It was always the same. She thought that she should, perhaps, be distraught that after her nights with Hisoka, he always left her alone, but he mind didn't allow her to feel that emptiness. So it never did bother her. Besides, their relationship wasn't like that. She never expected to wake up in the morning and find Hisoka in the kitchen making her waffles. It would be strange. They didn't cuddle, their kissing was on a point-basis; the relationship was strictly physical, and that's how Jun wanted it to stay. Anything else would be too complicated. Right?

Jun never had a problem with it. She figured all relationships were like this, as she had never really seen or experienced any other sort of relationship with any other man. Hisoka, strangely enough, really was her one and only.

She sat up, running a hand through her hair. She placed her hand where Hisoka should have been, her fingers sifting through cold sheets. He had left a long time ago. Jun reached over to her nightstand, plucking her phone from the wooden table. One received message.

"Keep out of trouble! I'll be away for a few days. I'll call you when I come back. No more late night sexcapades," Jun said aloud, reading Machi's text. She smiled, punched in a quick reply before resting her phone back on the table.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, arching her back and stretching out. Hisoka's shirt was actually comfortable. She blew the hair out of her face, staring out the windows. The entire wall was glass; she could see over the whole town from the 235th floor. Everything looked so small. But it didn't make Jun feel any bigger.

She took a deep breath, letting her nen surround her and calm her down. Negative emotions. That was something she couldn't afford. She stood up, rolling back her shoulder blades, and went through her morning routine, plucking up strewn clothes along the floor, taking a shower, getting dressed, and slinging a haori over her shoulders. Today was a white fabric with blue cranes fluttering across her sleeves.

Lately, she'd begun to realize that there were so many things she wanted to ask Hisoka. She wondered if he'd even answer.

She was about to take a shower to kill some time, but her phone rang, exploding music from the nightstand. Jun plucked it up, checking the caller ID. It was blocked. She clicked it, and held it to her ear.

"Osu," she greeted, already knowing who it was.

"Jun, we have another job for you," said the voice on the other line.

"Uwah, Tan-san, really?" she asked sarcastically, shifting her body to pull Hisoka's top over her head. She was going to take that shower after all.

"We will pick you up shortly."

"Oh-kay," she sang, starting the shower. "Meet you downstairs," she added, and then hung up, placing her phone on the sink counter. Today was looking to be an interesting day.

Hisoka always wondered what Jun did. She didn't like fighting, and didn't particularly have any hobbies. She spent time with Machi every now and then, but Machi was a busy woman as well. Besides, Hisoka had a feeling that Machi limited her time with Jun for a reason. Given Jun's attention span, he figured that the reason why Machi and Jun remained on speaking terms for so long was because of Machi's careful pacing with the time they spent together. She didn't want Jun to get bored.

Hisoka wondered what his princess did when he was away. He decided to find out.

Jun left the building, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her oversized haori, her hair swung up as usual. He actually found her cute today, the white haori she'd chosen today with those blue highlights brought out her eyes. He found her black haori quite off putting, and preferred to see her in bright colors. Maybe he'd tell her this later tonight.

He had been using zetsu for hours now, waiting for her to leave. He knew that she didn't search for him anyway, but if she felt his nen anywhere near her during the day, there was no telling what she would do. He followed far behind as she weaved through crowds of people on the street, not seeming to be going anywhere. Hisoka was wondering if he was wasting his time. Did she just walk around aimlessly until the sun set?

A black car pulled over, windows completely tinted, catching Hisoka's eye. He saw Jun stop at the curb, and thought she was just being curious as she normally was, but then she entered the backseat of the car without so much as a word.

A small smile tugged at his thin lips. This woman held more secrets than he thought.