Humans, Luna concluded, must be the stupidest mammals on the planet. Hell, she's even seen spiders smarter than humans—no offence to the Ryoudan—even if they were not mammals but arachnids. The more people she met, the more she lost hope in humanity. Humans always fit into certain categories: weaklings, idiots, weak idiots, strong idiots, strong and smart people (as rare a case as Shizuku not forgetting someone, she would assure you), and the people she associated with—the utterly insane and deranged people that normal humans would not want to go anywhere near ten miles of them.

One week. Luna supposed a week of peace she could have managed in this boring place. For a man with a mountain of money—supposedly, of course—he had too little to entertain a person in the mansion. Perhaps the businessman only needed work and the idea of making even more money, and the servants only needed to do their chores. Kaido hired the minimal number of people needed to keep his place immaculately clean. The number of cooks totalled one. The number of maids totalled five. Even an idiot knew that wasn't enough people to clean the whole place every day and still have time to relax. They only had time to scrub down one floor and dump everything into the laundry, eat a quick lunch, clean the windows, hang the laundry to dry, and clean another floor before dinner. After that, any normal person who wouldn't be too exhausted to even move was already amazing.

For a moment, Luna wondered if Hisoka realized that the maids working in the mansion could put up a better fight than most of the guards around. They were so used to the cleaning tools that the broom and mop were extensions of their arms and legs, and there were more than a few definite muscles under the maid dresses. She figured he didn't, though, because their subservient attitude and show of meek politeness made his attention bounce off them like a mirror reflected light.

So it shouldn't come as a surprise that the large number of guards Kaido had hired were bored out of their minds, and looking for entertainment. Some had harassed the maids, only to find them a little more deadly than they originally expected, so resorted to the cute fragile girl the clown brought with him.

Sure, she was a little young, but she should be old enough that they wouldn't be considered pedophiles… right? After all, she was sleeping with the clown… right?

Luna should have expected it. In fact, she did expect it.

That didn't change the fact that she was not amused at all with the situation. Was it too much to ask to get a glass of warm milk for herself and a saucer full for her cat before bed? But no, apparently walking alone through the pointlessly long and tasteless hallways meant a perfect opportunity to jump the girl.

For six large, burly men to surround Luna and thinking she was easy prey even though she was emitting enough bloodlust to scare most fighters in Heaven's Arena… Well, that only confirmed that their brains were as small as their muscles were big. In other words, their brains were smaller than that of a goldfish. Their skulls had to be filled with either muscle or dark matter rather than brain mass.

She was currently leaning towards dark matter—hypothetical substance, very little visible, things can go straight through with little distortion, and most of all, a mystery. Meaning there may or may not be anything in their heads—any theory that says there was was all hypothetical.

"What's a little girl like you doing in a place like this?" One of the men leered.

"Aaah. I'm so scared. Someone please help me. There are big scary men surrounding me," Luna said, voice as monotone as her face was blank. As an afterthought, she added for good measure, "Aaah."

If she listened closely, she could hear snickers and whuffs of laughter, courtesy of Hisoka and Orion.

Well. She was happy to be their source of amusement. Luna's eyes flicked to the wall where her partner and cat were hiding, and sent them a very unamused look. She could swear that after seeing her expression, it was taking all of Hisoka's willpower not to burst out into giggles.

"Aww, don't say that. We'll take good care of you, won't we?" A man cooed.

The snickers stopped, replaced by sickeningly sweet nen saturated with bloodlust. Luna sucked in a breath, and immediately her own bloodlust disappeared, lest it fuel Hisoka's sudden bad mood.

Did she ever mention Hisoka was possessive?

Luna was his toy. She knew he considered her that. He wanted to fight and kill her. But while he knew these men were too weak to even lay a finger on her, she apparently had become his toy in bed as well, and any hint of other men wanting the same thing from her would anger him.

She rolled her eyes discreetly. It was just sex. It wasn't like she would refuse him even if she slept with other men—she wouldn't, of course. She just wasn't interested. Hisoka was the only exception, in spite of all the unneeded and unwanted wounds all over her body afterwards.

For a man with a genius level IQ and enough power to be a threat to the Hunter's Association, he was a possessive, insane, deranged, psychopathic idiot.

On second thought, that was kind of cute, really. Who else would stalk someone for years and kill everyone who tried to kill that someone just because they were interested in fighting them?

"Will you," Luna muttered.

"Of course we will. We'll even be gentle."

"Alright. We'll play with you," Luna said.

She could practically feel Hisoka stiffen, his golden eyes shifting to glare at her, his expression torn between incredulous and angry.

"Orion, come play. No mutilations and no deaths though," Luna called out.

The men furrowed their brows, none of them with a clue as to what she was saying. But when the kitten bounded out from behind the wall, tail waving happily at the prospect of a game, they understood. It was almost amusing to watch their faces contort in terror, but they were so weak that it was no fun at all.

"Catch the raindrops," Luna said.

That was a go signal. She left Orion and the screaming men, and when she turned the corner, Hisoka stood with his normal smile once again.

"Raindrops?"

"Brainless, weak, and useless, but add enough of them and they get annoying yet useful in some ways. Like watering crops and stuff," Luna shrugged. "Still, pretty useless individually, or even in small quantities."

Hisoka's lips twitched in amusement. His eyes turned back to Orion, noting that the cat was going way too easy on the men, not even using his nen. The kitten pounced on one, barely shredding a few inches of skin before chasing the one who ran the farthest and clawing him a little. The game continued until the men were a sobbing, bloody mess curled on the floor crying for their daddies to save them.

Luna frowned, feeling a little pity. No, not for the men. For the maids who would have to clean up the filthy mess they made all over the marble floor. On the bright side, at least it wasn't carpet, or the blood stains would have ruined it, and Kaido would have thrown a fit.

Orion paused, a single claw extended as he cocked his head, waiting for someone to run. But when nobody even moved, all of them playing dead for fear of the panteron, he sighed heavily and slunk back to Luna, whining. It was only fun for the first thirty seconds. Then it got really boring.

And he thought the idiots in the Heaven's Arena were weak.

"There are even weaker people," Luna said sagely. Then cocked her head, adding as an afterthought, "But you can't really tell the difference between weaklings and weaker weaklings. All die in under a second if you attack physically, and if you pressure them with even a little nen, they kind of… implode after a few seconds. I suggest you don't do it if you don't want a bath."

Orion meowed. He would listen to that piece of advice. No baths.