AxDxI Chapter 20.

AN: Hey all, happy Halloween! It's been a while. Longer note at the bottom. Enjoy!~

Just when I thought I had settled into a routine at Heaven's arena things changed.

The day started ordinarily enough. I woke up, turned off my alarm, got out of bed and laid out my clothes for the day. Then I pulled on my newest and favorite piece of lounge-wear; the bathrobe I'd stolen from Hisoka and left the bedroom. Mornings weren't exactly my thing so I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I approached the bathroom door. Squinting against the bright light from the massive windows I made a grab for the doorknob, only to find it missing.

I paused for a moment, thoroughly confused, and then I finally looked at where the doorknob should have been. I located it quite quickly, as well as the source of my confusion; turns out the door was partially open already. Now this alone wouldn't be enough to label a day extraordinary. The hot steam billowing from the opening however, was. As was the sound of clattering water coming from the shower cabin.

In my sleep-addled state of mind it took me a little longer than usual to process all this. I blinked slowly, once, twice, all the while staring at the warm steam curling along my bare legs. Then, in a flash, realization set in. Someone was using my shower!

I let out a startled sound and considered running to my rooms to grab my daggers, but before I could move I heard the shower shut off. It seemed like my intruder had heard me despite the rushing sound of water from the shower. I cursed myself for the slip up internally and shifted into a ready stance. I felt a little ridiculous and uncomfortably bare in my bathrobe, but I could cope with a bit of discomfort if it meant I didn't end up dead. Although I had to wonder what kind of killer would take a shower first. Surely that wasn't conducive to effective assassinations?

Of course there was another option, but I wasn't sure I liked that much more than my assassin theory.

I was just about to use my Nen to scout out the presence of the intruder when the rummaging in the bathroom stopped and the door was pulled inwards.

For a short moment I was blinded by the steam, but then the moisture dissipated and I cursed loudly as it revealed Hisoka leaning casually against the door-jamb with a wicked smirk on his lips. His arms were crossed over his bare chest and his face was free of his customary make-up. Droplets of water were clinging to the wet strands of his hair, which were framing his face haphazardly. I eyed one drop as it dangled precariously, before it finally lost its fight with gravity and landed on a sculpted abdominal muscle. From there, it started a slow track down Hisoka's body until it met the groove of a very defined V-line, which the droplet happily followed inwards before disappearing where it met the edge of the towel the jester had slung low across his waist.

I stared uncomprehendingly for a moment longer, eyeing the sudden and indecent amount of bare flesh available for my perusal, but then I was pulled from my thoughts when Hisoka chuckled. Realizing where I'd been looking I quickly tore my eyes away, only to regret the decision almost immediately when I met smoldering golden eyes tinged with a hint of amusement.

"Like what you see?" he asked, voice husky with what might be the remnants of sleep or perhaps something else entirely. Then he pointedly rolled his shoulders so that it made his muscles flex in just the right way that it highlighted the broadness of his chest.

It took me a moment to gather my thoughts, admittedly more than a little distracted, but then I picked up on the smug tilt to his lips and I snapped out of my daze. I shook my head slowly from side to side to clear it and then more vigorously in clear denial of his statement. "Hell no," I spat, as soon as I felt I could trust myself not to stutter.

Rather than act insulted or pout as I might have expected, perhaps hoped, Hisoka appeared completely undaunted. Instead he gave me a slow once over, trailing those golden eyes over my bare skin with clear interest. "Too bad, because I most certainly do," he stated.

I felt the weight of his gaze almost like a physical caress and suddenly I was very aware that I was only wearing a bathrobe, his bathrobe at that. My hand came up almost of its own accord and I clutched the robe closed at the collar.

Our eyes met and tension crackled alive. It was not entirely unfamiliar and yet the intensity was enough to nearly make me recoil. There was no mistaking his intent this time, no promises of death or violence that I could discern and I knew deep-down it would only take the slightest push for us to fall over the edge of a very dangerous precipice. One I wasn't sure we could come back from easily.

Hisoka seemed equally aware and for once it appeared he was leaving the decision to me. He met my gaze levelly, curiously almost, but I could feel the eager buzz of his aura brushing against my own and it belied his calm.

In the end my sense of self preservation won out over my sense of curiosity and I stuffed all confusing feelings deep down where they belonged. I took a deep breath and decided to focus on more important matters. "How did you get in here?" I asked, sounding tired and frustrated at the same time.

Hisoka's features dimmed slightly in what might have been disappointment, but it was gone too fast to tell, replaced with yet more smugness. "I enjoy a certain amount of privilege here," he explained easily. He uncrossed his arms and strolled over to the couch, brushing just a little too close for comfort. He took a seat and crossed his legs carelessly.

"That still doesn't answer how you got in here, you know," I stated, struggling to maintain an indifferent facade as Hisoka's movements caused his towel to ride up indecently high on his muscular thighs.

He shrugged and smiled mysteriously, but remained silent.

I knew him well enough by now to know I wouldn't be getting anymore out of him on this topic so I changed tacks. "Don't you have any shame?" I asked instead, frustrated at the whole situation, and gestured at his towel clad form.

Hisoka laughed. "Shame is for the weak," he said. "and it is not like I have anything to be ashamed of." He stretched languidly and winked.

I rolled my eyes, refusing to show how his casual displays of nakedness were affecting me. 'You think I'd be used to this by now,' I grumbled internally. 'I am totally blaming my morning brain for this. Nothing good ever happens in the mornings.'

I sighed and rubbed at my eyes tiredly. "Could you at least tell me why you are here?" I asked, inwardly already preparing myself for yet another stubborn refusal.

Hisoka surprised me for the second time that day however, and gestured towards the kitchen table. "Why, I brought breakfast of course."

I followed his hand and took in the elaborate breakfast-spread laid out on my table. I then glanced back at Hisoka warily. I recalled his failure in the second task all too well after all. "I thought you couldn't cook?"

Hisoka looked affronted for a moment, but his expression smoothed out quickly. It seemed like he was back to his usual theatrical self. "I procured it elsewhere of course."

I inspected the spread carefully, faltering when I thought I recognized one of the pastries. "And what brought this on?" I asked, walking closer and examining the offending morsel more closely. My suspicions were soon confirmed. That was definitely a pastry from the bakery I had been frequenting.

"Can't I just want to spend time with you?" Hisoka asked, batting his lashes coyly.

I scoffed, but he pretended not to notice and continued talking. "Also, I have recently become aware that you like company for breakfast".

I faltered, honestly surprised. 'This is about Kastro?' I thought, barely managing to keep from verbalizing the question. Something told me that that would not end well.

While I was thinking Hisoka got up and also made his way to the table. He pulled out the chair closest to me and gestured for me to sit down. I considered walking around the table and taking another chair, but I decided it wasn't worth the fuss. I took a seat and Hisoka neatly pushed the chair back in, before walking around the table and taking his own seat. He watched me intently, cataloging my every reaction with great interest.

I decided I wanted nothing to do with whatever pissing contest the two had going on and figured I'd feign innocence. "I don't actually," I responded quickly, needing something to distract Hisoka and to get those eyes off of me.

Hisoka hummed curiously. "Don't you now? I suppose I must be mistaken then."

"Indeed," I responded dryly. "So let's not repeat this."

Hisoka smirked and leaned forward over the table. "Ah, but you forget," he paused for dramatic effect and I stared at him with clear apprehension, "I do like the company. So it appears you are out of luck, my dear Huntress." He leaned an elbow on the table and rested his head in his palm. His red hair fell over his shoulders and framed his golden eyes in a way that would have been charming, if not for the smugness oozing off of him.

It took a moment for that to sink in but then I groaned and buried my head in my hands. I could recognize the stubborn look in his eyes from miles away. That was the same look he had worn when he had made me promise to find him in the forest, the same determination that had him trying to rip the ribbon from my throat before Netero interfered and the same self-satisfied tilt of the lips that had him entering his number into my cellphone.

'I'm going to have one hell of a time getting rid of him,' I realized. 'Doesn't mean I'm not going to try though and in the meantime..'

"At least wear clothes next time," I grumbled out.

Hisoka's smile widened, pleased at my seemingly easy agreement. "I make no promises."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you don't."

After my eventful morning I had decided to spend the rest of the day in the city exploring some more and doing some shopping. I had bought a few cute dresses from a nearby boutique, as well as some more practical clothes. I might not be at the arena for the fights after all, but it was quickly becoming apparent combat would be an inescapable part of my life now that I had my License.

Currently I was seated at a small bistro, sipping a Latte and browsing my phone. Unfortunately my peaceful browsing was rudely and repeatedly interrupted by the buzz of incoming text messages. I frowned as yet another notification popped up. 'Does that woman have nothing better to do?' I considered swiping the notification away, but then another message popped up and I gave in with a groan.

Earlier today Tomo had texted me asking how it was going, mentioning that she had heard I was currently competing in Heaven's Arena. I had been foolish enough to mention I was mostly there for the hunt and after that it hadn't taken more than a few minutes before I was bombarded with a slew of texts linking to Hisoka's page on the Arena website and questions along the lines of 'is that him?' 'You didn't tell me he was that hot!' 'Girl you've been holding out on me!' and on and on it went.

Apparently her current assignment was quite boring and her fellow enforcer Yusuke was no fun. As such she was determined to "alleviate her boredom and live vicariously through me". Her words not mine.

At first I'd tried to change her mind, but it quickly became apparent my words were having no effect. The woman seemed determined to make a big deal of things. I was pretty sure she was at least partially doing it to annoy me too.

I sighed and glanced at the new texts. I had been ignoring her for a while now while doing my shopping, but it seemed that hadn't slowed her down. It seemed that she had caught on that I wouldn't be answering anymore questions, however, so now she had changed to typing out suggestions. Very, very lewd suggestions.

I choked on my drink while reading one particularly vivid description of a scenario involving ropes and whipped cream. It didn't help that I now had plenty of detail to draw from thanks to this morning.I hacked a few more times trying to get the coffee out of my lungs and snapped the phone shut with a furious clack. The screen made a loud clack as it met the body of the phone and I winced. 'I really should look into getting a sturdier phone soon. Maybe with my next winnings.'

I looked it over for damage, but was disturbed by yet another buzz. Annoyed I pressed the button on the side so that it shut down, then I stuffed it into my bag.

I then looked up and saw quite a few people were watching me curiously. I blushed and quickly flagged down a passing waitress.

As soon as I'd paid I made my way back to the tower. Now that I had some decent training clothes I figured it wouldn't hurt to do some training. I'd learned the previous day that the tower had some pretty good facilities and I was eager to check them out.

Walking up to the incredibly tall building I felt a little of the same admiration I had felt the first time return. No matter how you looked at it, it was an impressive building. Unlike the first time however, I did not feel intimidated, nor anxious. If anything, I felt comfortable.

Before I headed up I made my way over to the large screens showing some of the ongoing matches. I couldn't help but be curious about the types of people who came here to fight and it would be good to have some information if any of them made it to the 200th floor.

I rolled my shoulders to get rid of some of the tension as I settled down on one of the plush couches near the screens showing the higher floors. They cycled through some of the more interesting fights, showing highlights and sometimes full matches featuring the more promising candidates.

My eyes flitted over the screens, looking for something interesting. They lingered on one screen where a man with greater than average strength was pummeling his opponent into the ground. A flash of Gyo confirmed he was using some mild enhancement. The match was too one sided, however, and so I moved on.

I was about to get up, when a familiar flash of green caught my attention. I looked back at the screen displaying a match on the 180th floor with open surprise, my Gyo reactivating automatically. On the screen I saw how a serious looking Gon was dodging his much larger, much bulkier opponent.

'He's here?!' I thought. "How?" I murmured softly, not being able to help myself. I watched as Gon's opponent grew continously more frustrated at his inability to hit the small boy. His anger made him sloppy and he overextended with his next hit. Gon had noticed too it seemed, for he rushed in and pushed the man clear out of the ring.

It took a moment for me to process what I'd just seen. I blinked. Rubbed my eyes. Blinked again. When I opened my eyes the view was still the same. 'Since when is Gon strong enough to do that?!'

On camera the little boy cheered as the referee announced he was the winner. Then the camera cut off, and the screen cycled to another match.

I considered what to do with this new information for a moment. I could try and meet-up with Gon, but now that he'd won he would probably be moving up to a different floor and I didn't know which. From the looks of things it was also very likely he would soon reach the 200th floor and I would run into him anyway.

I smiled and realized I was looking forward to it.

I had just finished showering after a vigorous training session, and was rubbing my hair dry with one of the plushy towels the Arena provided, when a sudden blast of bloodthirsty aura put me on alert. My hands automatically fell to my waist, reaching for daggers that were not currently equipped, and my Nen flared protectively. The towel dropped to the ground in a messy heap as I quickly took in my surroundings.

Deducing there was no immediate threat I closed my eyes and focussed on finding the source of the opressive Nen. It felt wrong to close my eyes with that bloodlust beating down on me, but I forced my body to comply. As soon as I'd zeroed in on the foreign energy recognition hit me. I only knew one man with such an aura.

I growled in frustration and before I'd realized I was running towards the elevators. I faltered slightly when I felt my bare feet sink into the carpeting of the hallway and became aware I was clad in my pyjamas. The tiny, but comfortable shorts, and spaghetti strap top weren't exactly indecent, but they didn't give a lot of coverage. Not exactly my preferred gear when rushing into a potential confrontation. The way my day was going I was never taking of my clothes again. Heck, I would probably sleep with my daggers on from now on.

In the end my curiousity won out over my ratio however, and I continued on towards where I could feel the intimidating aura originating from. Nen flowing around my body in a protective shield as I came closer and felt the pressure increase.

As I neared the corner of the hallway I slowed my steps, sticking close to the wall and hiding in the shadows as I took in the scene playing out in front of me.

To the side was Hisoka. He was seated in his customary pose with one leg bent in front of him. One of his arms was extended and he was emitting large quantities of bloodlust tinged Ren from his hand. Following the direction he was pointing I saw Gon and Killua struggling to move against the tide of harmful Nen.

"Hisoka, stop that!" As soon as I realized what was happening I rushed forwards. I pushed the boys behind me, putting a hand on their shoulders to keep them there, and flared my Ten out to protect them. I knew it had worked when I felt both boys sag slightly under my hands, the invisible tension caused by Hisoka's hostile Ren retreating a little. They were still shaking slightly though, and I adjusted my grip so I could support them better.

"Sachi-san," Gon croaked out with some difficulty. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm practicing my combat skills," I lied absentmindedly, making sure to keep my eyes on Hisoka. The jester was watching us with a mischievous smile on his face, but did not interfere. His raging Ren was still blanketing the hallway like a deadly miasma and I could feel myself starting to tremble slightly under the continuous exertion of shielding three people simultaneously.

"Let's go back this way," I urged, and used my grip on both boys to drag them towards the other end of the hallway: away from Hisoka. Just as I could feel the stress start to lighten a little Killua broke free from my grip. "No way, we can do this! Let's go, Gon!"

I watched in disbelief as he rushed back the way we had just came. Apparently me taking the stress off of them had made him believe he could take it. The brazen idiocy of kids.

I was startled out of my shock when Gon too broke away with a sheepish smile and muttered apology, and ran after Killua.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I muttered, before turning on my heel and once again snatching both boys out of the oppressive haze of Ren.

Killua had smacked to his knees, his body unable to support him after the repeated strain. Gon was a little ways behind him, struggling to push forwards and reach his friend.

I first rushed to Killua, grabbing his arm and dangling him in front of me. "You foolish child," I spat, more than a little annoyed that he was making me go through all this trouble. As soon as I had him shielded once more he started struggling but I wasn't feeling particularly forgiving and I tightened my grip on his wrist as I dragged him back to Gon. I reached down and put an arm around the spikey-haired boy's waist, before lifting him up and putting him under my arm.

"What is going on here?!" I heard an unknown male voice exclaim, and when I looked up I could see a new figure had arrived.

"Wing-san!" Both boys exclaimed and they started wriggling again in an attempt to free themselves.

I took in the man, Wing apparently, and decided that he was likely no threat to the boys. With his white button-up, slacks and glasses he looked quite bland. I knew better than to judge people based on appearances alone however, I could see his aura hovering protectively around his shoulders.

"You know these kids?" I asked him, waving my arms a little to indicate the trapped boys.

"I do," Wing responded, regarding me warily, although most of his focus was on Hisoka behind me. Not that I could blame him. I might have the kids, but Hisoka was positively radiating bloodlust, whereas I was using my Nen to shield them. Not that the damn brats appreciated it.

"Great." I forced a smile. "Then they're your problem now." In a flash I was in front of him and dumped Gon and Killua in a heap at his feet.

I turned around before he could say anything and made my way back over to Hisoka, who still hadn't let up on his Ren. Honestly, it was just unfair how much aura this man had.

I came to a halt in front of Hisoka and snapped, "And you, stop that now! You've made your point!" For a second the oppressive cloak of bloodlust around me tightened and became impossibly heavier. A silent threat. As quickly as it had come though, it dissapeared and I couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped my lips at the lack of pressure.

"Thanks," I muttered. Knowing that if I didn't Hisoka might just be petty enough to resume his assault. "You're still an ass though."

Hisoka smiled a wicked smile but chose to remain silent otherwise and I rolled my eyes.

Luckily, it was at that moment that Gon and Killua had recovered enough to start heckling Hisoka again. I didn't really feel like listening, but I stuck around just to make sure the jester did not kill Gon. It really would be a waste of an interesting individual, even if I was slightly annoyed with him right now.

Thankfully, it seemed like for once I'd found an individual with some sense, as Wing-san quickly explained things to the boys and talked them down from making another ill-fated attempt at crossing the hallway.

I gave them a pointed look as Wing mentioned they very well could have died if I had not interfered. The boys looked at me with big eyes and Gon scratched the back of his head sheepishly, muttering something that might have been an apology.

I was still feeling a little too annoyed to respond, however.

In the end they left, after extracting a promise from Wing to teach them about Nen before midnight.

If it was anyone but Gon I would have considered such a thing ludicrous, already having an idea of the method they might use and all the assorted risks, but since it was the spirited little boy I figured we'd have a new occupant on the floor before midnight. Maybe two considering Killua was with him and he seemed to have regained some confidence and stability. I was dying to know the story behind that actually, but that was for a different time.

Once I was sure the boys and their teacher had truly left I turned to Hisoka. "Was that really necessary?" I asked.

He looked up and rubbed his chin in mock thought. "I don't know. I suppose I could have left their welcome to our charming 'committee'."

I winced as I recalled the three idiots that had tried to blast open my nodes a few days earlier.

"I suppose this was preferable," I acknowledged.

Hisoka hummed noncommitaly and pulled out a pack of cards.

I leaned against the wall next to him and crossed my arms, watching him rip the top off the pack. "Are you really going to sit here until they return?" I asked.

"Why, would you like to join me?" He asked, a sensuous smile on his lips even as his eyes trailed over my body slowly. "I wouldn't say no to your company." His gaze lingered suggestively on my bare legs.

My heart skipped a beat at the heat in his gaze, but I quickly shoved all associated fluttery feelings deep down. 'Just a trick of the light, Sachi,' I admonished myself. 'Don't think too much of it'.

I put on an affronted face and huffed angrily. "In your dreams. I'm just happy to know I can finally have some alone time."

Still, I couldn't deny I was secretely very curious if the boys would really be able to master Ten in such a short amount of time. That and I still didn't quite trust Hisoka not to maim them if they were foolhardy enough to return when they weren't able to do so. It probably wouldn't be permanent maiming, at least where Gon was concerned, and I didn't really care what happened to Killua, but I still felt like it was something I should care about.

Hisoka shrugged and pulled a few of those infernal cards of his out of the packet. "If you are sure," he placed two cards in a little pyramid shape. "Their teacher did not seem very reliable to me."

I scoffed. "He seemed perfectly alright to me."

Hisoka hummed. "I hope you are right. I'm not sure I would be able to control myself if they returned and they hadn't mastered Nen yet." Here he looked up at me with wide eyes. "It would be such a shame. Little Gon especially."

I took in his faux innocent expression and groaned. I knew he was just messing with me and yet... somehow I didn't doubt he could be petty enough to 'slip up' if I really did walk away, fickle bastard that he was. As such I slid down the wall until I was seated next to him, although still a little ways away.

Hisoka hummed happily.

"Don't be so pleased, I know what you are doing."

Hisoka gestured at himself with one of his playing cards as if to say 'who me?' but did not respond in any other way.

I shook my head and grabbed a few of his playing cards. He made an affronted noise but I ignored him. If he wanted me here, he might as well provide my entertainment.

I tried to put two cards together like I had seen Hisoka do countless times and as soon as I let go the two sagged against each other and fell flat with a splat. I glared at the offending pieces of cardboard then turned my glare on the chuckling magician sitting next to me.

He ignored me and put another two cards on his own tower, which at this point was several stories tall.

I glared at the offending construction, then turned my gaze back at the two cards lying flat in front of me.

'This is going to be a long night.'

Hisoka glanced at the woman sleeping next to him and silently marvelled at the trust she showed him. Sachi had fought valiantly to keep awake, but with nothing to entertain her except for his stolen playing cards -and wasn't that a treat? When had someone ever dared to take his cards?- it had only been a matter of time before she had succumbed to sleep.

The fact that she chose to remain with him, rather than retreat to her bedroom however, surprised him. Not that this was the first time she had fallen asleep around him, but the easy trust with which she did so continued to surprise him. As did the fearless manner in which she continously rushed towards him when he exuded his bloodlust. Hisoka was not a humble man and he knew that the qualities of his aura were particularly oppressive. Yet she sought him out at every turn. Even now she had moved closer to him in her sleep. Her head leaning against his shoulder as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He inspected her carefully and moved a strand of her black hair away from her face. It appeared she had come in a hurry and that meant for once that infernal ribbon was not obstructing his view. This coincidentally bared her neck for his perusal and he growled lowly seeing his scar on her reflecting the dim light of the hallway.

He traced the mark with a finger, feeling the shallow indentations of his teeth on her skin and it filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that even if the scar would fade slightly with time, she would carry his mark forever.

His bloodlust spiked briefly at the thought and he could feel the woman on his shoulder stirr slightly, her own Nen reaching out to his in question.

He activated Gyo and pushed some of his own energy back, curious to see what she would do in her unconscious state. The tendrils of her energy slid along his own inquisitively and he wondered at the feeling. Usually energy felt either offensive or defensive to his senses, but never neutrally curious like this. He deduced it was perhaps a characteristic of her specialist typing.

Her Nen eventually wound through his own peacefully and he got a sense of recognition, although it never quite lost its inquisitive undertone.

Another oddity. Had she truly grown so accustomed to him?

It made him want to push and see how far this seeming trust extended.

He took another moment to observe her peacefully sleeping facade, knowing it would likely be a while before he got to see it again after what he was about to do. In the end that would not stop him though. He much preferred her awake and glaring at him with that defiant spark in her eyes anyway.

Decision made he deliberately spiked his bloodlust this time and directed it towards the woman lying against his side.

The reaction was immediate.

Her aura withdrew from his and formed a thin layer of orange energy around Sachi that shielded her from his influence. Her body made to jerk away from him, but he used the hand he had on her neck to keep her close. Sachi grumbled slightly, but eventually settled once more. She did not wake.

Hisoka felt an eyebrow rise in surprise. He would have surely thought she'd wake at the first sign of hostility. Now determined to see what would make her tick he sent a more neutral probe towards the orange shield.

Sachi's Nen billowed up from her skin and pushed his away. He got a strong sense of annoyance from the volatile energy.

He chuckled softly, enjoying the way her energy mimicked its owner so very well.

'Now for a real test.'

Hisoka directed his energy into a concentrated, continous assault on her shield. This time he only targeted a small area on her arm, interested in observing the reaction in more detail.

As before, her Nen rose up protectively to push his away. She also withdrew her arm slightly, clutching it to her chest. When he didn't let up, however, something changed.

Hisoka's brows furrowed as he felt a sensation unlike any he had felt before. It was almost like his Nen was...fizzling? Sachi's Nen was bubbling aggressively and it made it hard to see what was happening even with Gyo.

He was about the examine the odd phenomenon further, wondering if perhaps he had sensed incorrectly, when he heard footsteps approaching from the hallway.

He turned away from the woman leaning against him reluctantly, experiment shelved for the moment, and was rewarded with the sight of Gon and Killua walking down the hallway towards him looking defiant. Their bodies were coated in a clear layer of Ten.

A satisfied smile curled at his lips.

His little fruits were coming along so nicely.

AN: Soo its been a while. My apologies! I don't really have an excuse except that real life is a busy busy thing, but I had vacation and that finally gave me the time to finish this. At least the chapter is full of Hisoka so that should count for something right? 3

I would like to thank all the readers (new and old) that have stuck with this story so far. I have read all comments and you were a big motivating factor in putting this up! I might not have responded to everything because I was kinda ashamed of how long this was taking though But that doesn't mean I appreciate those comments any less! I love you all, truly, and your comments make me smile.

Also; someone asked if there would be citrus. I'm curious what you all would like to see. I definitely have some ideas (leaning towards yes), but feedback is never a bad thing. Also if there is anything else you are excited to see in Heaven's Arena I'd love to hear it.

Next update will probably be a while again, but who knows. Just know I'll always come back to this until its finished.

Xxx Mai1564