I know i'm late. It was my mother's birthday weekend so yeah.

Apologizes to any spelling/grammar mistakes... I tried to catch everything

Here's the next chapter!

Hope you enjoy it!

Playlist: Dead Bite by Hollywood Undead. Senpai by Shiki.

Chapter 21: How the Universe Works

The universe is a strange thing. It works in mysterious ways and realization of the wonders will only come once the magic is done.

There was a time when her two worlds lived separately in harmony. She hoped and prayed they could ever be united and that ignorant notion was the last of her innocence. A fool the girl in her was to think this blissful utopia of hers could remain.

Could she ever be happy again?

No, happy isn't the right word because happiness wasn't what it was.

Two years ago

A hunter with wavy blue hair that stopped just passed the shoulders and resembled a classic night sky, awaited for the remaining applications to complete her portion of the exam. Another sigh of boredom left lips with shades of purple, it had been over twenty minutes since everyone had contacted her about their progress. Being stuck in a room closed off with stones coloured in browns and reds was not her idea of fun. Legs clothed in plum coloured pants swung back and forth on the high chair she sat on, violet eyes locked on the entrance to her enclosed domain made of ancient stones.

She groaned aloud "Stupid old man making me a stupid examiner for the stupid exam" the woman foully complained to herself.

Yes, she was an examiner for yes, the Hunter Exam. Fabulous right?

No, it's not. Why? Because she has absolutely no patience at all. Plus it wasn't like she was getting paid for this!

Boy was the waiting going to be worth it for her, she'll see.

Remember, good things come to those who wait. So I'm told.

Eye lids expressed the enormous irritation building the longer time went by, until the same person who was the cause to her mood appeared. Violet orbs glanced down to see an elder looking man with lazy eyes, white beard, and sly smirk. "Senka-chan!" greeted a male voice.

"Netero" she said in annoyance, back straightening in the chair, "You owe me big for this old man! I'm so damn bored!" Senka exclaimed to her superior.

The hunter laughed at her words, "You'll live! Besides I have faith in your discretion! We got a fine bunch this year don't you think?" said Netero in that usual enthusiasm of his.

brow twitched "They're alright" responded the woman with indifference in her voice, arms crossed under her chest.

"So~ any applicants catch your eye?" cunningly asked the Chairman.

A scowl appeared on her lovely features to his surprise, "Maybe one..." Senka admitted in a small and reluctant tone. Body language telling him something very interesting, he had yet seen from this being he'd watch grow up into a fine Hunter. Even though she may have some...faults.

In cliché, sounds of the first applicant to finish Senka's task was heard. A figure with a solemnly mischievous expression on that wickedly handsome face, odd clothing decorated with French card suits and red hair appeared from the shadows. Chest tightened, causing a painfully ache to throb into her stomach. Hisoka.

He decided to take the Hunter Exam the year she happened to be asked as examiner.

Fucking hilarious right? Nice joke fate, great job.

"Of course you'd be the first one out" the woman grumbled under her breath in sarcasm at seeing Hisoka succeed in passing her phase. Netero raised a brow in slight confusion at the words that indicated they were acquainted with one another.

The magician smiled with closed eye at her reaction to his presence, "Is that a compliment? How lovely~ Such a coincidence that you would be an examiner this year, Senka" that alluring voice of his caused her vital regions to melt.

She snickered "Aren't you lucky" the woman dryly said, trying to mask her thrill. Violet orbs flashed with a hint of enticement.

Netero blinked at the sheer fact this applicant was able to get through Senka's maze with ease and speed. It wasn't amazing but fearsome. The old man put on a careless smile, "Congratulations on passing the fourth phase number forty-four!"

"Don't congratulate this lunatic Chairman!" Senka retorted before the magician even had a chance to part his lips.

A frown appeared on Hisoka's lips at the name calling that came along with the woman "Oh, you've hurt my feelings Senka" his voice pretending to sound the part while at the same time noting the old man beside her was Chairmen of the Hunter association, Netero.

Senka let out a dry retort at the fakeness "Bullshit" violet eyes flashed a dangerous glare that only looked threatening. It was all a game to her, their little back-and-forth.

Hisoka mentally hummed at the seducing expression she was giving him, the position of her figure had only aid the effect. A leg crossed over the other, arms folded under her chest to have already visible cleavage pop all the more, purple lips that was a few shades darker than those lovely eyes. If there wasn't another present in the room, between those thighs is where he'd be. Or later.

Netero stared unaffected as he earned the attention of yellow eyes that taunted him maliciously in nature. It was the first time the magician had not only met but even seen the Chairman. He was in no way fooled by the frail appearance of the older male to underestimate him. Although Hisoka's poker face remained unchanging, it was obvious to both hunters what his intentions were.

Senka, actually getting a laugh out of the random situation, darted back and forth between Hisoka and Netero in the daring stare down. She choked down a cackle at how nonchalant the Chairman was acting towards Hisoka and his malevolent antics. Knowing that was Netero's game, to act complete and utterly composed to throw opponents like this psycho clown off guard.

But, the moment won't last long.

"Yo Senka!" Interrupted yet another echoed male voice, making Senka groan in annoyed dramatics as fingers rubbed the temples that began throbbing. She glared at her superior, features expressing how unimpressed she was by the cunning trick played at her expense.

"Fucking really old man? Really?" she immediately cursed at the Chairman without hesitation.

Netero tsked at the woman, a finger moved side-to-side like a clock "Twenty-two and you still haven't gotten such naughty language out of your system" he lectured in a half-assed manner only to earn more glares.

Hisoka was confused until a man with wild dark turquoise hair, tribal-like clothing that exposed his torso and skin darker than Senka's appeared out of the entrance and its shadows. A wicked grin and eyes that seemed to haunt Senka like an animal on prey. The magician's expression quickly turned irritated by this new character making himself a little too friendly with his woman.

While the chaotic exchanges were happening, another applicants strayed into the room one by one, Senka, in an attempt to keep things professional didn't kill him that moment. That was her mistake, not listening to her instincts.

Violet orbs side-glared to see the examiner of phase five, a frown appeared on her lips "Togari" she mumbled with displeasure in her voice, arms relaxed in hopes to not draw even more attention to the female assets she was blessed with, "You're here early" her portion of the exam wasn't even done yet and the next examiner was here.

The hunter chuckled at her words, "heard you were doing the fourth phase, thought I'd come keep you company" said Togari arrogantly, a toothy smirk curled his lips as he leaned uncomfortably close to Senka. Not caring whether or not the other two is witness to his shameless motives as eyes greedily unclothed her.

Hisoka noticed the way her brow twitched in annoyance, the feeling was mutual.

Netero wasn't all that surprised, he knew Togari had been infatuated with Senka for a long time. Although he doesn't appreciate rudeness, the entertainment definitely compensated for the unpleasant manners. Of course, it was all purposely done. Netero wanted to test Senka and see how much life had changed her. The last time anyone from the Hunter association ever saw her was when she turned eighteen. Not even her teacher, Ging, heard from the woman until a year ago.

Senka dared not to encourage the bold advances, violet eyes averted from his hungry ones. While fingers combed through blue locks she looked in the opposite direction "Don't need it, so go play with those tiny knifes of yours somewhere else" Senka voice devilishly insulted with direct implications towards his manhood.

Hisoka chuckled from watching the scene before him, finding it entertaining that such an incompetent being was trying to claim what is clearly out of his league.

That caught Togari's attention as he believed the other man was mocking him, he hated that. "What's so funny number forty-four? Got something to say?" he snarled.

Senka's chest dropped at the other examiner was bearing fangs at Hisoka. The woman's senses warned of danger and to be alert. Everyone present in the room turned silent and attention between the two men.

"How many?" simply asked Hisoka, expression duller than normal.

Togari was confused by the question "What?".

Hisoka curved his lips in a smirk, causes chills and shivers down the spines of other applicants watching "How many times must she reject your advances before you understand she's not interested?"

Senka blinked in embarrassment at having the spotlight being placed on her indirectly, as well, the magician appeared to be either defending her or is jealous. Whichever one it may be, he had never expressed or done both so boldly. It made the woman feel... happy.

Togari growled under his breath "Shut the hell up! It's none of your concern".

Hisoka laughed at the idiotic retort, "Not my concern? How foolish. Someone as incompetent as you shouldn't qualify as a Hunter" the magician responded, a card flashed out of thin air between his fingers.

"What was that? I'll make you regret those words!" snarled Togari in anger, hands swiftly reached behind to draw out twin blades.

Tension in the room built all the more, she needed to stop this before the situation got extremely out of control. Senka quickly took action, standing up and placing herself in the middle of the two "Hisoka, Togari, stop it" demanded the woman in a calmly stern voice.

Too late she was. A chilling breeze flashed past either side of her, blue locks floated towards the direction of which two cards were sent. Breath hitched ever so slightly as she realized what the magician had done within seconds.

Howls of agony and pain from the sized cuts Hisoka sliced into his face. First aid personal quickly took action in providing Togari with the necessary skills required to save him from bleeding out.

"I simply don't approve of your standing as an examiner" Hisoka admitted a smooth deathly voice, dull expression turned handsome features stoic and detached.

A wide eyed Senka didn't have her attention on a mortally wounded Togari but on the magician. Adrenaline pumped through the woman's body, she had to fight against the bloodlust. Senses telling her irrational urges while mind voiced in reason. Thankfully, she grew up a little.

Senka flexed her jaw, swallowing down her selfish instincts to keep them at bay "Number forty-four, Hisoka. You are officially disqualified from the 286th year Hunter Exam due to attacking an examiner" the woman said clearly without hesitation.

"Very well" Hisoka accepted without a fight or complaint.

All the other applicants watched in nervousness and excitement at the horrific turn of events. Not believing that Hisoka full out attacked an examiner just because he didn't approve of them. That wasn't the only thing causing bodies to freeze in pure fear.

Netero observed how the intensity of Senka's bloodlust pheromones effects proved too great. Even more worrisome, her pupils were so dilated hardly any trace of violet could be seen, breathing was shallow in deep exhales, lips curled to form a chilling smirk. The Chairmen hummed to himself in dismay, her expression matched that of the murderous Hisoka but filled with twisted delight. It came to life, the one thing he hoped Senka wouldn't give into.

Hatred.

Senka panted tiredly on his bear chest, unable to even slide her overly relaxed body off the man trapped by trembling legs. Their moist bodies cold each other down from the heated round. Three years had gone by since Senka and Hisoka began to a complicated relationship. Not every meeting lead to a sexual encounter of sort, more like eight out of ten.

The magician knew how the woman operated by now.

Starting off, she'd be completely against it before giving into her pent-up lust. Often did Senka use it as a tool to subside her constantly raging blood-lust. At first the only way he would be able to get into a situation like this was manipulating her with that crimson liquid to drive her insane.

Now at twenty-two, she realized there was no shame indulging her appetites. Senka, absorbed Hisoka and his madness. It some ways, freeing her from the ridicule she had bounded hidden psychotic potential. Little did the magician know, her reasons stemmed into roots much deeper than just regular old 'tragic past'.

The woman reluctantly forced her body up, straddling Hisoka under. He hummed in allurement, admiring the pleasuring view of this beautiful naked angel. It was a shame, she didn't feel confident in her own skin. With such an exotic complexion and this air of independence, she could rule the world.

As if she hasn't already.

Senka's body curved as she reached for the short glass of dark liquid from the night-table, taking a healthy mouthful of the high quality fire water. Not paying attention to dangerous fingers resting on her thighs. Hisoka noticed she had yet to swallow the drink, seductively lead down. A hand pulled back locks of blue that draped down. Greeted by burning wet lips pressing softly, a flow entered from her mouth and poured into his. Senka let a small moan escaped into their exchange, vibrations tingled throughout his cavern as she broke away with a mischievous smirk on her lips.

The magician swallowed down the remaining liquid. Hisoka mentally compared the amount of alcohol the woman consumed recently to when they first began their scandalous relationship. From multiple bottles a day to a few glasses, it no longer seemed like an issue.

Only a devilish giggle came from her before minutes of quiet, Senka found the silence comforting and not awkward as it could be. Violet eyes scanned her partner's muscular body, thinking those jester-like clothes proved to be useful. She didn't feel like killing female after female for trying to seduce her man. Slender fingers glided on his torso with tender care, wishing the moment wasn't just a moment.

It was strange. Senka didn't realize how possessive she could be until Hisoka came around. Although she hated with him a blazing passion, it quickly became something much more. Understanding the magician and his fickleness, how quickly treasure could fade into nothingness in his palm. The desire to keep those golden eyes on her became an intoxicating pass-time.

The hunter stretched an arm, reaching for a black silk shirt that Hisoka threw carelessly on the headboard. Snatched by the other before her fingers could grab onto the fabric, she gave him a tired look "Haven't you had enough?".

"Never", Hisoka noticed how the woman's clouded vision faded and reality reclaimed her again.

Violet eyes softened, smile on lips "Are you saying that because you lost?" she teased, a finger poked at his stomach.

An entertained snicker escaped his wicked grin "Now, how can that be possible when you are the one who came first more times than me."

"No I didn't" she bickered in a tone that made it seem this situation was more than normal "Three to two. Three being you!".

The magician chuckled, expression darkened with amusement at the other's words. "I see~ did I make you feel so good you lost track?" he teased back seductively, a slight shift of his hips caused the woman on top to paused her breath.

A lewd throb she believed had faded began to tighten her insides once more. He liked Senka's little stubborn expression of frustration when he taunted her, the way those coloured cheeks would become feverish with hints of pink turned him on.

"Fuck all the way off" she cursed in her typical bickering manner "There is no way you managed to get me off that many times!" the woman claimed in denial, bad mistake.

Hisoka smirked, so much fun and it's only ten in the morning "My my, is that the thanks I get for saving you?" he began while Senka mentally counted off with fingers to visually of who lost each session since they arrived on her Floor.

"Excuse me? I had things under control for your information" she bickered with attitude and a daring grin showed teeth "You were J to the -ealous" a finger drew out the letters in the air.

The magician's smirk dropped to her surprise, breath paused in both throats at individual realization. Jealous? Him? No way, that doesn't seem possible.

It made sense to him, explaining the irrational feeling of irritation he experienced witnessing some insignificant being all over what he deems as his. Jealousy. Who know he can feel such a thing. This was a first and Hisoka wasn't sure how to react.

Senka saw her opportunity, hand struck with lightening speed to aim for the black shirt he captured. Fingers curled around silk fabric and before the magician could react it was already pulled out of his reach.

Yellow eyes caught a smirk of victory the woman on top him wore with the shirt in hand "My~ haven't you improved in handling me" he said with allurement, impressed she was able to retrieve the piece of clothing.

She giggled devilishly as arms slid through cooling sleeves "Well, I have been with you for two years" the woman said in a sweet voice.

"Three"

The women paused and blinked at Hisoka, slightly stunned he corrected the purposed mistake, Senka snickered gently "Looks like I'm not the only one getting better" she said before attempting to climb off the body under her only to be stopped by firm hands on her hips.

Senka let out a tired sigh, head lazily tilted to the side "it's 10:30 Hisoka" she whined.

A hum vibrated from his chest against her inner thighs, yellow orbs glances at the clock "There is lots of time before night comes again".

She huffed "Don't assume my stamina can match your ridiculous one" the woman retorted, fingers playfully clawed at dangers ones to release her hips.

Hisoka smirked wickedly, a twist of his wrist and he captured the woman's. A tug caused her to lean forward to land flesh on a hard toned body. Heat surged through bodies once again as the view of her well developed breast pressed against him in a seductive display. Faces inches away and eyes unable to avoid the others. Senka couldn't stop a pleasuring throb in-between her thighs, lewd reactions unclear to which body it came from.

"That's a shame, you should really think of improving it" The mischievous magician whispered as she felt hands travel south along her back,

Senka huffed "shut up before I kick you out of my floor" she warned before abruptly removing herself from the naked male.

He hummed in allurement "Being a Floor Master seems nice~" commented Hisoka, finally able to admire the woman's temporarily permanent place of rest, Heavens Arena.

Who would have thought Senka claimed one of the twenty-one floors in the notorious fighting palace. It brought all the more interest about how strong this female really is. Hisoka, being so sinisterly powerful only now happened to stumble upon such a treasure that suited his thirst, in more ways than one.

The blue haired woman shrugged at the indirect compliment "It's whatever" voice said nonchalantly "half of the fighters are pretty boring once you figure them out".

She loathes boredom. It explains why the female tolerates Hisoka's chaotic presence, life will never be lacking of entertainment with him around.

"I'll have to agree with you on that" responded the magician, yellow eyes glued to Senka and her swaying hips. Hisoka would openly admit how appetizing she looked in his normal-people clothing that wasn't worn by him very often. The over-sized black shirt just barely covered her bottom, causing a tasteful display.

Senka could feel a burning sensation on her butt "Quite staring holes into me already" the woman blurted as she took hold of a hairbrush.

He snickered at her alertness, sitting upright against the headboard. "You do know of a group called The Phantom Troupe?" asked Hisoka, voice seemed to be mixed with interest and seriousness that he wanted an actual response.

Breath paused in her throat, hand didn't stop as it continued to comb through the knots Hisoka had made. The magician could see Senka's unreadable expression in the mirror. She was processing how naive to believe things would go on as they were, separate without complications.

"You mean the spiders? Who hasn't, they've built a seriously infamous reputation for stealing and killing in the past few years" Senka answered, hoping it sounded convincing and not hesitant.

A wide smirk curled his lips as thrill took over "As expected of you, my angel" voice purred in enticement.

His instincts were right, Senka did have information on the newly discovered target locked in his viewfinder. This one will be the absolute most exciting challenge he has ever craved for, aside from the woman currently in his presence. She definitely tied for the position.

Senka noticed the magician and his ever growing blood-lust, threatened to emerge, and she thought her restrain was terrible. Violet eyes rolled in their sockets, "Why you asking?" tone hinted with annoyance as she began to invaded her closet in search of proper attire.

"The boss" he said, her heart stopped "would you have any information on him? I've heard some very lovely rumours that got my interest" Hisoka revealed.

The woman felt her body tremble, this wasn't happening. No. No. No. No. Hisoka targeting Kuroro? He'll be killed. She'll be found out. She'll be killed or worse, tortured. She hated being tortured more than the idea of dying. Pain isn't her thing, obviously. Mentally or Physically.

Stop. Calm down. That was the old her which didn't know of strength. She's not that little girl anymore, maybe this can be used to her advantage. It can work, if it's Hisoka.

The black shirt she playfully fought over to get from Hisoka, slid down her arms and onto the floor. Lips parted, ready to give the man information as she clothed herself.

"Yeah, I might have something on him." Senka began without a hint of reluctance "For one, his name is Kuroro Lucilfer, twenty-four. Short as hell too. From Meter City, he and six others founded the Spiders and have kept growing ever since. I believe they first made their mark five years ago, slaughtering the Kurta Clan for rare Scarlet eyes. The boss seems to like quality treasures but never keeps them for long before selling them off or whatever".

The magician hummed at the storm of information, "My my. You sure know a lot. Are you acquainted with one of them?" Hisoka dared to ask, the question tormented the woman. She wanted her two worlds to remain separate and with no attempt to co-exist because that is not possible. Two monsters cannot claim the same land. One must have victory over the other.

She snickered, a playful expression danced on her features as she turned to face Hisoka.

"And if I am, what's in it for me?" The woman cunningly answered, trying to manipulate the conversation into her court, not like it wasn't from the beginning.

Hisoka mirrored her expression with the same wickedness, "You already have a plan working in that lovely head of yours, don't you Angel?".

"You're point being?" she rose a brow in question to what he was implying.

The magician folded arms over his chest, smirk widened his lips all the more "Why don't we team up?"

Senka snickered at the offer "Don't fuck with me Hisoka" the woman paused from adjusting her attire to glare at him.

"I'm serious" he exclaimed in a tone that signalled to Senka the level of truth. Of course, the man knew better than to lie around her. One mishap was more than enough to understand it was impossible to hide any secrets. Too bad it wasn't vice versa.

Violet eyes sparkled in devilish intentions, blood-lust threatened to expose her. Oh did she ever have a plan. Senka made her way back to the bed the magician still remained in comfort. On the side where Hisoka watched, she seductively dug a knee into softness. A hand with painted maroon nails reached out to gently touch his face. Electricity spiked excitement in the magician as her lips touched his.

Distraction, he thought. The spiders seemed to be a subject Senka didn't want to discuss. It only piqued his interest more.

The hunter pulled away, a sweet-heart smile on her lips "I'll think about it" answered Senka. Coloured orbs freely engulfed into the other in seas of golds and purples. This was what she want, to keep the two worlds apart as long as humanly possible.

By the softened expression, teeth biting down onto lips and how fingers tensed, Hisoka knew insecurities began consumed her.

The invading sound of a phone ring made Senka's heart skip, she sighed "I have somewhere to be" voiced a tone hinted with saddened reluctance to leave.

"Oh? And you're going to leave me all alone?" asked the magician in a joking manner.

The woman snickered "You're a big boy" she teased, jingling from her grabbing keys off the night-table filled his ears "break anything and I'll rip your insides out".

Hisoka hummed with allurement, "Oh? That's a very tempting threat to me"

Senka's lips curled in a playful smirk, hand on the door knob preparing to leave. Clothed in those black heeled boots she favoured, leather jacket unzipped and fitted to display her well developed curved figure, shorts and black stockings that only lured the eyes in.

"When you miss me, I'm gone" is all the Senka would say after each of their whimsical encounters like this one.

Hisoka found himself staring aimlessly into the daytime setting out the window.

The magician never wondered specific reasons for the line because it wasn't needed. He never bothered with the past because it was something unnecessary and unchangeable. The present and future have more potential for amusement. Of course, that applies to himself. When it came to Senka, he didn't feel the same. This woman brought forth a curiosity of something he once had no interest in even thinking about. Especially when the past is all she can obsess about.

A perfect match aren't they?

Days Later

Jaw reached its limits as Senka's mouth widened in a loud yawn, a hand shielded from the others seeing into the depths of her throat.

Blue eyes side-glanced onto as lips blurted out the number of yawns counted so far "seven" said Machi.

Kuroro, who sat beside her with nonexistent space between thighs, looked to his right hand woman "You tired than usual, something that matter?" he asked in genuine concern for her health. Thinking about it now, she was just fooled by the butterflies.

Pink brightened cheeks in a feverish colour as Senka shook her head "I haven't been getting much sleep the past few days" truthfully stated the woman.

"Clients keeping you busy?" asked

Senka mentally sweatdropped "Yeah, the clients" she lied about the lewd deeds, no shame finding her.

"Getting enough sleep is very important" said a chipper Shalnark, index finger pointed upwards.

Uvogin chuckled abruptly at the words "Yeah! Especially if your name is Senka" he joked at how the woman seemed to love her sleep. No seriously, she loves sleep.

Sounds of unified laughter filled the dark warehouse as comical relief was used at Senka's expense.

A pout took over her features "That's not funny..."

"Says the one who cannot seem to function without at least ten hours of sleep" Kuroro snickered a remark.

The blue haired woman huffed, a devious look appeared on her features. Senka began to maneuver her body in order to use his lap as a cushion, the action providing both distraction and entertainment for the others. "I declare you as my pillow" she smirked, looking up at the male from below his book.

He blinked in momentary dumbfound at her silly display before a smile brightened his handsome face "Is that so?" asked Kuroro with an arched brow.

Grey orbs glanced at the pleasuring view of her womanly assets that popped all the more when she lied down, 'Not that I have room to complain' he thought.

"You spoil Senka too much Chief" said Pakunoda whom sat on an old metal chair that turned from sliver to copper, a hand filing her nails.

Machi interjected her smug comment "That's an understatement".

Senka huffed at the friendly insults, secretly liking how this band of criminals she was forced to join turned into a dysfunctional family for her. The woman didn't think she'd be able to live without them anymore, it had been four years since Kuroro conned her into meeting the troupe.

No regret but one.

There was no escape, absolutely none. Senka was trapped in the web she had built to house his spider and the only form of a 'getaway' was her times with Hisoka she'd manage to get.

"Where are this other new additions anyways? I can't live forever you know"

"She's right, it's been a couple hours past five" Feitan informed.

Franklin turned to the only possible being in the room with answers "Well, Machi? You're the one who is responsible for the replacement of number four".

The pink haired woman shrugged with indifference of her eligited task to look after one of the two new members "all I did was tell him to come".

Senka gasped softly, expression glowed in absolute thrill as she suddenly bolted upright from the comfort of Kuroro's lap. "Omokage is getting replaced? Yes! That god damn psycho finally got his ass handed to him!" she cheered with fists balled in shameless delight at the news, violet eyes sparkled.

"Don't you sound a little too excited Senka", commented Phinks in sarcasm.

Pakunoda snickered as she filed her other hand "A little?"

Senka responded back with her explanation, "He was creepy! And wanted to make me into one of those freaky dolls! It still gives me shivers every time".

"That's because you're too easily provoked Senka" stated Shalnark in his cutesy expression.

Feitan added his two cents into the conversation "And your reactions only make it worse".

Uvo let out a hardy laugh, knowing fully-well she and the previous fourth spider weren't on the best of terms because of the said creep-factor "See Nobu! I told you! Pay up!".

Nobunaga tsked and grumbled at his loss, "Man..." hand rubbing the back of his head.

"Told you not to do it" Machi interjected.

Senka narrowed violet eyes on her friends in judgement "...You guys bet on me? Seriously?"

"You're so moody it was a fifty-fifty chance" explained Nobunaga as he threw the bet money at Uvogin.

The woman continued to judge, expression unreadable "I feel so conflicted" she said while lying back on Kuroro's lap "I don't know whether to be offended or loved".

A small chuckle rumbled from the leader's chest, the book had long been tucked away during all the excitement as he was unable to continue where he left off. "In need of some comfort?" asked a soothing voice that was Kuroro, his hand gently stroked the woman's midnight hair in affection.

Senka felt a chill run through her body at the touch, it was a deadly weakness. Heat rose to her cheeks in warning of butterflies about to invade, violet eyes met his greys, exchanging softened expressions. "If you're offering", she answered in a careful voice and childishly exposed her thoughts.

Machi's chest tightened in bitter feeling, eyes averted the scene. She resolved to only of recent to place her own selfishness aside to allow her dearest friend a chance of innocent happiness. Or at least whatever happiness criminals like them could get. It was hard thought, watching them so intimate before her eyes. The stinging never went away, always poking and poking.

The image of a figure moving from the shadows attracted Machi's attention to the entrance, "You're finally here".

It was as if, the next few moments went by in slow motion. Emphasizing how much of an impact this neglected scenario would drastically shift their universe.

He stood there with an unreadable expression that seemed blank when really, complete shock had taken over. There before him on the opposite end, practically sitting incredibly close the Phantom Troupe leader. Legs that were once wrapped around his waist, subjectively arched across Kuroro's lap. The same hand with those painted nails of hers no longer combed through his hair alone. Lips he had moans and pants breathlessly come from now revealed to have another pressing against them. That curvaceous body he teased and ravished countless times was in the embrace of the last being he would expect.

In this moment, Hisoka realized he wasn't her one and only. It... bothered him.

Violet eyes blinked, unable to process the rude awakening "What the hell are you doing here H-Hisoka?" her voice stuttered.

Although the magician shared mutual feelings of discovering her secret life, he skillfully masked those behind a friendly smile, "Senka? I didn't know you were a spider, what a surprise" Hisoka said truthfully.

Were her eyes fooling her? They have to be! No way could Hisoka be standing right in front of her. He can't be the new fourth spider. It's all just a really insane hallucination and she'll wake up any moment with a massive headache. Wrong. This is no dream. She's not seeing things. It's all real. The blissful utopian bubble she thought to last popped in the worst possible way.

Kuroro glanced form their new arrival and onto the woman in his arms "You are acquainted with him Senka?"

Violet eyes burned with hidden drive, no self-pity entered stirred the wheels turning in her mind. The woman instead began to develop a plan to manipulate this surprise into an advantage, "Yeah unfortunately, I know this jerk" lied Senka in more ways than one.

Hisoka caught the hint in delight, he knew there was something special about her, a reason to why destiny brought them together.

Delusional, that's the right word.

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