Shoeing the Ryodan out as the sirens roared in the street outside of the house. The group disappearing with the artifacts as she turned up behind the cars, acting like she had just arrived on the scene after an urgent phone call from her beloved boss.

chapter 10

After the incident was cleared up, Z slept for ages. Literally. Thankful for the peace and lack of need to work – plus she got what she wanted the book of sacrifice, three more books to go and then she had the collection. So she could give herself a break.

Only to Wake up to find her phone full of messages. All the messages were from different members of the Ryodan. She put the blame on Hisoka, as he was the most likely culprit to giving the members (all but kuroro she noted) her bloody number.

She wished someone would kill the cunt sooner.

She sat on her sofa, in her black open silk shirt – as her coat was in the wash due to her former boss spitting on it and was currently being dry cleaned– revealing her black bra/crop top and skinny leather pants, slowly reading though Hisoka text messages. He had sent her the most, the other only sending her one or two messages that basically said hi and who they were. Since she had told the magician to not call her again, he opted to texting her non-stop, asking her about how her day was or how she was feeling. Which normally ended up with her telling him to fuck off, as she was annoyed.

How did any of this entertain the strange magician?

Her head snapped up hearing her window lock clicked. Kuroro stepped though, closing the glass plane behind him as she spoke, "can I help you?" The raven-haired women asked, unsure as to why the man had just entered her flat.

"I just wanted to thank you for Lord Jerrold Sacheverell job" he commented stepping closer, as she stood facing him, arms cross over her chest, why was he really here?

"It's fine, he was a jerk anyway" she looked pointy at the man, wanting the head of the troupe to truthfully state why he was here.

"I see you're not in your coat" kuroro noted, inching closer to the oblivious female.

"That's true, it's in the wash." Z rolled her eyes, "I rather don't have my coat ruined by spit" she uncrossed her arms. "wh-"

She was cut off, as kuroro moved quickly. One arm moving round her waist pulling her in close, the other hand tangled in her hair as he tilted her head upwards in vice like grip. Her eyes widen in shock as he held her close. His lips on hers in a passion kiss, she couldn't move completely frozen in shock as kuroro attack her lips. His expert mouth guiding her novice one as her thoughts ran wild. What the actually fuck?! Why the fuck is he kissing me?! He pulled away, slowly. A smirked on his face as he spotted the surprised looked and the slight red tinge in her cheeks.

"erm.." she started, "what was that for?" she asked her expression returning to normal - though he could still see the confusion and the thoughts whirling behind her dark eyes.

"That's a thank you" he whispered turning away the smirk widening, leaving back through the window.

There, he had planted a seed.

-Time Skip-

A few weeks had passed, and apart from the kissing indecent with kuroro, which she was still confused by; life had continued on its normal path as normal it could be when you could see the dead. Z just did not get it, not one bit. First Hisoka now kuroro... She just didn't see the point of it and it definitely wasn't a thank you kiss (she has checked) it was safe to say that she now had a nagging voice in the back of her head joining the other voices she heard on the daily basics. That loved to remind her about the incident.

Fuck her life. Or death.

She had become texting bubbies with Shalanart somehow, she wasn't sure how it happened, thought mainly shalanart would tell her lots of facts and she would responded with "yes" and "okay. Hisoka, was being Hisoka, with his annoying messages. Most of the ryodan guessed that she wasn't much of a talker even over text and left her too it.

Now she was back in the heaven's area for another match, a match that she did not know that most of the ryodan had found out about- no doubt due to shalanart online searching.

-Day of the match-

Z stood in the area, waiting for the commentator to finish speaking for the match to begin. She stood in her usual get up, leather skinny pants, heeled boots and long black high-collared coat, dark hair messy and a scowl across her face.

She scowled due to the fact that most of the fucking ryodan were sat in the crowd watching the match. How they found out about it she didn't know, and quite frankly she didn't care. She tried her best to ignore them and concentrate of the match at hand, she let a slow sigh.

Her opponent was called bomjoe, male and a good head taller that her. His choice of weapon was a long sword in similar style to nobu's Japanese sword. He had a thing for beheading his opponent that earned him the nick name of the head-hunter, yeah lucky her…. not.

"Head hunter vs angel of death!" the commentator yelled finishing whatever the women had been telling the audience.

Her scowl deepen it seemed she had also gained a nickname after her first match, ionic name much. "Let the match begin!"

They stood in silence waiting to attack, the man before her smirking while she frowned slightly. This was going to be more effort than it was worth she could already feel it and if the dead above him was anything to go by…. she sighed again, why did she do this again? The man charged making the first move of the match. The long sword already aiming towards her neck in an attempt to behead her, she rolled towards him missing the blade by inches, before kicking out. He blocked it with the blade before swinging at her once more. She pushed upwards, twisting over the incoming sword – clearing it with ease.

Yes, this was way too much effort.

She reviled her sliver dagger and they danced. Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal; she was debating to properly use her nen, when something caught her eye. The man's aura changed, it became unstable. She stepped sideways, dodging rather than paring with the nen-covered blade. Dark eyes narrowing as she concentrated watching the man before her and his shadowy dead about his head.

She did not like the look of the man's nen that was now surrounding the blade; she heard a chuckled from the man, confirming her suspicions, "good choice kid"

Kid? Did he just called me fucking kid? That cunt, "who the fuck are you calling a kid?" She growled, glared hardening at the man. If only looks could kill.

He didn't respond verbally, only swiping at her with his sword. They continued to dance, Z keeping a wary eye on the man's nen, unwilling to par with it just in case.

Meanwhile sat in the crowd, most of the ryodan sat watching the match with mild interest. This consist of phinks, fetain, shalanart, Hisoka, machi, paku and nobu. "Why isn't she using her nen?" phinks asked though a mouthful of popcorn spitting bits everywhere with each word, machi who was unfortunate to sit next to the blonde, glared at the mess he was making.

"I believe her words would be, 'way too much effort' don't you agree?" Hisoka chuckled.

"His sword is second-rate! Why isn't she attacking?" nobu grumbled.

"She's calculating what his nen is doing, is quite interesting actually basically his nen- oh never mind she just figured it out" shalanart responded, pointing towards the area with a smile.

Z was looking down at her arm, her coat was cut along the upper part of the selves. She had clearly dodged the blade, she replayed the moment…his nen, his nen had moved making the blade longer then it was, changing its shape…

No wonder the dead about him couldn't explain it to her, he hid it so well with his swordsmanship.

She figured at the fabric, he had ripped her coat, that fucking cunt. She glared at the man, he is going to regret harming her coat. "It seems the head hunter scored the first point! Wh-"

There was an electrical buzz, along with the lights flittering on and off. Static sounded on the surround sound while the big TV scenes filtered off and on as her nen increased. She glared at the man before her though dark hair.

Hisoka chuckled, earning a look from the rest of the ryodan, he pointed to Z a Cheshire grin on his lips, "She's getting angry"

"Why? Cause someone landed a hit?" machi asked, arms crossed over her chest unimpressed.

Hisoka put a figure to his lips, "I think it's more that he ruin her coat, I noticed she's very attached to it – no matter what don't ruin it. She might eat your soul" he joked.

Z was very annoyed, some would say close to angry, the shadows around them danced in the corners as her nen grew. Her opponent not noticing the change in her nen, grinned smugly at her angry state thinking he had the upper hand as he shouldered his sword.

His grin dropped as he felt cold hands curl around his body, he looked down. Face draining of colour as his notice the skeletal hands shrouded in shadows holding him in place as he tried to move. The fight and flight instincts fleeing him as he froze in place. His head snapped towards Z in panic eyes widening as cold of the dead seeped through his body.

Discovering her only inches away from him.

She kneed him in the balls, not caring if it was a dirty move as the male curl over in pain. She brought the same leg up smacking him straight in the chin. The shadows loosening their hold on him as his body left the floor, gravity no longer holding him place. He had no time to react as she spun round, heeled foot slamming straight into the man's chest.

There was a sickening crack on contact with her foot before he flew into the wall of the stands.

She dropped her foot slowly, glaring at the half buried unconscious body. She wasn't sure he was dead or dying but she had do enough internal damage to make the man think about harming her coat again. If he did survived she would make sure he never got a good night's sleep ever again, he will be haunted for the rest of his days.

"….im not sure what happened their guys, but the winner is Z, our own angel of death!" the crowd roar in response. As the static disappeared. "It seems we had a slight technical issue, but don't worry! We have a winner!"

Fuck this, she thought sourly arms crossed over her chest before stalking out of the area, snarling at anyone who tried to talk to her, she was in no mood for petty human interaction.

As soon as she was in her rooms in the area, and had cooled off a bit. Her phone was out and already dialling. She waited for the other end to pick up, "if your ringing me then it must be important" female voice cooed down the phone.

"Someone ripped my coat, can you fix it?" she murmured.

She looked down at the rip with a frown. "Seriously girl? Of course I can fix it. Where are you now I come and get it done in a jiffy, I'm surprised that old thing hasn't turned to dust yet!" the same voice spoke.

Z nodded and gave the women the address and access code for the floor. She waited about ten minutes for the women to arrive, in which she order food to the door and the oldest bottle of whiskey the area owned on the menu. She was slipping on a glass of the whiskey when someone knocked on the door.

She opened it, in the doorway stood a skinny women, with bright neon blue hair and many ear piercings. She was wearing big black booths with mental chains, a rock band t-shirt with rips in and mini black denim shorts that had netting underneath covering her scar covered legs.

"Hi~" she waved with a grin, her makeup was bold as ever Z thought, letting the women pass. "Z~ I saw the match on the way here, it was awesome! You really should talk to me more!" the women moaned jumping on the bed, holding an arm out stretched. "Let's have a look then"

"Em, you're talkative as never" Z commented as she shrugged off her coat passing it to the other women. "Left upper arm."

The women, Em, studied it a moment before turning it inside out, "okay, that's an easy fix, you want me to waterproof and clean it at the same time? Maybe strength some of the lining, it's getting a bit worn,"

Z shrugged from wear she stood glass in hand, "go ahead, how much?"

"Usual cost dearie, now" she put the coat to one side and looked closely at Z hands resting on her chin as a grin spread across her face, "tell me everything! I wanna know it all it's been ages since you last come into the store! Oh and we got some new stock in! There this awesome new coat – gothic looking purple and red for colours bet I think you will totally love it!"

Z frowned, "why?"

"Because were friends that's why!" Em smiled her painted lips spreading out across her face.

"Were friends?" Z repeated dumbstruck. When did this happen?

"Yup" she paused in sudden thought, "shit! I forgot! I need to get back to the store, I left daron in there. I get this done and head back it take less than 2 hours that okay?"

Z nodded, as the girl stood with her coat in her arms and strolled towards the door. Em paused before turning back, "we'll talk later, okay?"

"Sure" Z said quietly before opening the door, the women strolling out blue hair bobbling up and down on her shoulders.

The door closed and she felt back onto the bed, "so were friends ugh?" she spoke quietly laying a arm over her eyes in an attempt to block the world out.

Why is life so confusing?

-else where-

Em looked at the people who had joined her in the lift with interested, "ooh I like your hair!" she squealed at a red headed man with a painted face.

Hisoka smiled at her, "it's all natural~" he purred, before pointing at the coat. "What's that my dear?"

Em glanced towards the coat a grin growing across her feature, "it's a friend's coat, and I'm fixing it for her!"

"Is that so?" Hisoka mumbled mostly to himself before grinning. So Z doesn't have her coat at the moment…interesting.

to be continued...

hey guys! i am soooooo sorry it been ages since i last updated! XD

i got caught up with uni work! got one last assignment and that i am done :) then i am off to thailand for abit with uni.

sooo after i finished i am gonna come up with a schedule thingy, as one of you lovely readers have asked for one :)

glad your all enjoying the story soo far!

wish me luck!

happy hunting xx