A/N: AllyKat15, Culture Shock, BlackMoonWhiteSky-thank you for following and favoriting.
Bloody Sliver: Yup. Hisoka's back. I didn't even notice that Hisoka never showed up in chapter 22...
Guest: Thank you for the review/feedback! I would have written a lemon, but even after having written a sort-of graphic one once and a not-so-graphic one once, I'm hella uncomfortable writing that stuff. Even a lime has me blushing. Strange, since I don't react that way when reading them. Thanks for the recommendation. I'll take a look at the story (or more specifically the lemon scenes).
Guest 2: Thank you!
Guest 3 (hard to differentiate with all the 'guests'): I agree that there's not enough Hisoka/OC. I'm glad you like Luna! I feel like someone like her is a good fit for Hisoka because she's a lot like him, yet so different. They kind of balance each other out in normal situations, yet if they go on a violent rampage, they do it together and enjoy it. I'm sure there will be more limes. No lemons, though, since I definitely don't know how to write sadistic lemons.
laxusdrayer2324: Orion probably had a lot of fun :) At least he didn't hear Luna and Hisoka. He's still a kitten, and too young for that stuff! Luna probably doesn't really think much of the last chapter's events. She already knows Hisoka's emotions are limited to various types of lust, and she thinks she herself is incapable of love. So... Yeah. Purely physical?
The crowd was larger than usual, but it couldn't be helped. They were fighting a Floor Master, and the fight could determine a new Floor Master who could actually be unusually difficult to defeat. Of course, only three people knew differently. Luna would not allow herself to become a Floor Master.
She was already bored out of her mind while fighting every day, and they wanted her to be bored out of her mind without getting to fight every day? Yeah—no.
"Remember. Enhance speed, enhance power," Luna instructed, and the cat nodded with a low growl, not taking his eyes off his opponent.
Luna patted Orion's head.
The crowd roared, half with shock and half with outrage. The girl had the gall to fight a Floor Master without fighting! To use her cat to fight, of all things… It was acceptable in the rest of the fights, but to disrespect a Floor Master like that was unforgiveable.
Unfortunately they couldn't do anything about it.
Besides, if they knew what was coming, their outrage would be ten times worse. Not like the girl cared. If they tried to mob her, she could disappear, killing a few in the process. It would be fun, and she had no doubt that Hisoka would gleefully help. After all, fighting a whole crowd was a lot more entertaining than fighting the weaklings one by one.
"Begin!" The referee said, and quickly retreated to the edge of the arena.
Unlike in all the other matches, Luna remained standing, eyes carefully watching Orion, a single eye blazing with blue nen. She could see him gather the nen at his paws, continuing the experiment he began in the last match, trying to find the best way to use hatsu.
She didn't teach him. Like the way her family had trained her, she preferred to let him figure things out on his own, creating his own style and method, only correcting him if he did something wrong or harmful to himself. Orion didn't mind, really. In spite of the rare praises, high expectations, and harsh commands, he found his mistress surprisingly easy to please. He just had to follow the few orders she gave, and train on his own, aiming to improve himself day by day, hour by hour.
It paid off.
The panteron that had just learned about his hatsu merely two days ago put on a burst of speed, blurring past the punch, before a hind leg kicked against the ground to stop his momentum. An extra bit of nen and Orion changed direction, twisting behind his opponent with his claws outstretched.
The man turned just in time to grab Orion's claws before they could rip through his skin, but the panteron's enhanced strength was too much for the emitter. Orion knocked his opponent to the floor, fangs snapping for the man's throat. The man's eyes flicked. Luna's eyes narrowed.
"Orion!" Luna barked.
The cat's ears perked, golden eyes searching. Finding the source of danger, he tried to pull away, but his opponent kept a firm grip on his paws. Orion's eyes widened. He twisted, straining his muscles to the point of spraining his joints, but to no avail. Orion roared. But he knew his mistress wouldn't help him, that he needed the experience and needed to increase his pain tolerance.
It didn't stop him from smelling the rage that emanated from her when she saw blood dripping down his side, though.
Muscles finally growing tired, Orion's opponent let go of the cat, both springing apart. Orion turned to lick his injury, but his golden eyes remained trained on his opponent, who wasn't as smart. He watched Luna with a smug look on his face; he had some right to form that expression, Luna supposed, considering that he was the first to injure her cat.
But it wasn't enough to get her in the fight.
"You have three minutes," Luna said. "Before I finish this for you."
Orion's eyes widened before he whined, afraid that he had disappointed her. Yet what he smelled from her wasn't disappointment, but rage. So was she angry at him? He hoped not. He had seen her furious only once, with the anger directed at Hisoka, and he already knew he never wanted Luna turning her anger towards him.
Orion growled, falling into a crouch. It didn't matter. As long as he finished the fight in three minutes, she would be pleased. With a loud roar, he leapt for his opponent, darting in every direction, but closing in inch by inch. He knew his muscles would ache the next day, but it didn't matter. This man was stronger than the others. If Orion didn't go all out, he wouldn't win.
His claws nicked bare skin—his opponent wore too little—and blood dripped onto the floor bit by bit. None of the wounds were too deep or two dangerous, of course, but the gashes were getting deeper and longer with every hit, and every little bit of pain helped slow the opponent. After all, the man wasn't Hisoka or Luna, and didn't have that kind of ridiculous pain tolerance.
Morning stars made of nen shot out randomly, the Floor Master growing increasingly furious, increasingly agitated. He couldn't hit Orion after the first attack, and that only served to frustrate him. For a cat of all things to be beating him… He bared his teeth in a grimace, and his eyes flicked to the pale girl. He smirked. The cat was strong. But the girl looked weak.
As if by accident, he hurled a morning star towards the girl with all his strength. Good. It was moving quickly and powerfully. Even if she saw it coming, she wouldn't have time to dodge—
Luna took a step sideways, and the morning star flew harmlessly past her, into an unlucky audience member. The person let out a scream of pain and she could hear a thud as whoever got hit fell head first out of the audience area, bleeding out onto the floor. She could sense the medics rush out and hurry the person away.
She never turned her head.
"One minute," she drawled, eyes half closed in boredom.
Orion growled a low affirmative. He sprung for the legs, arms, slicing and biting through any exposed muscle. Luna's lips twitched, and she began to walk forward slowly. Orion's heart thudded faster against his chest, he began to move desperately, trying to end the fight as quickly as possible without being caught by the man's barrage of randomly directed physical and nen attacks.
It was with relief that he finally knocked the man over and held exposed claws to his throat.
"We forfeit," Luna called out suddenly.
Orion blinked in surprise and shot her a wounded look. The crowd that had been cheering and booing the entire time fell completely silent. Everybody except Hisoka was staring at the girl in utter shock.
"Come on," Luna said to Orion.
He whined, frowning, but bounded after her.
And the crowd roared, outraged. She could hear insults flung at her, words that anybody under eighteen should never hear. So she simply tuned them all out, opting instead to rub the cat behind his ears, silently telling him that he hadn't done anything wrong, that he had fought well. Of course, Orion's mood immediately perked up.
"Oi! Bitch! Wait! You can't—" The Floor Master sputtered, voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd.
She paused and glanced over her shoulder at him. "Be glad we didn't kill you."
The man only gaped at her in disbelief. Be glad they didn't kill him? This was the greatest disrespect anybody had ever shown him! It was even worse than the time when a mugger had grabbed his wallet, taken a look inside, and handed it back without touching it, before shooting him a pitying look and walking away!
"Uhhh… Match over, forfeited by Luna-senshu. The Floor Master remains the same!" The announcer shouted, noticing that the referee was still in a daze and unable to say a thing.
And with that, she walked away, leaving a plethora of furious and disappointed people behind.