She picked on the bottle of whiskey, or what was left of it and turned on her heels, planning on entering heavens area at that very moment.
Chapter 2
Getting to the 200th floor, she found out was the easy bit. Even without her nen abilities she was more of a match for all of her opponents. Having nen made it all the more quicker to progress.
She stepped out of the elevator, and onto the 200th floor. She frowned, she couldn't see or sense him but she could smell his stench about the floor, great she would without a doubt run into the psycho again. She signed in to the floor and moved to her new room in the building.
She quickly scanned the room and nodded before taking out her case file from the folds of her coat, determined to read them for once before sleeping. She read as she drank the reminding contents of the bottle of whiskey.
The man she was tracking was a 25 year old male, called heiko barone from the republic of padokia. On the run after his last victim survived and could identify him or so thought the police, his bounty was large not because he was partially strong, but because the amount of victims he had raped before mutilating. There were vary of ages, male or female, it was believed he had a nen abilities however no one knows. She guessed a manipulative abilities from what the last victim had described or maybe materialization type, but she was still guessing.
She signed, dumping the file on the floor, before shrugging off her coat, kicking the heels off and burring herself underneath the covers. Slipping into zetsu mood, as sleep finally took her.
A few hours later, she became aware that there was another presence in the room with her, it was moving slowly towards her. She could hear the irritating voices of the man's ghosts that were soo bloody familiar, she moved slightly eyes still closed as a hand went under the pillow grabbing the knife located there.
Pausing to make sure she hadn't been caught moving. There no change in the man's movement –indicating that he hadn't noticed her getting the knife – before she sprung, twisting round she threw the knife directly towards the man's face. He chuckled catching it easily, "my, my aren't you happy to see me~"
"Fuck off Hisoka, I'm sleeping" she hissed in annoyance, why can't the man just let her be!
"I came to wake you up!" he stated gleefully, the knife she had thrown swirling in-between his figures. "It's morning already!"
She looked towards the clock, 9:00am, "Hisoka, I don't normally wake till dust now piss off, so I can go back to sleep you cunt" she commented dryly.
He raised an eyebrow, the grin spreading across his smug face how she wish she could rip it off. "Z, you're so temping there, in your…what would you call that?"
"It's a crop top you buffoon, don't act you never seen one before" she grumbled slipping out of bed. Quickly she grabbing her coat and slipped it over her pale shoulders, but not before he caught a glimpse of black ink across her shoulder blades. The man wasn't going to leave her alone she put at a guess.
"Yes, but I think you definition of a top is lacking~" he mocked smugly.
She frowned, before moving away to the kitchen area. Not brothering to do up the coat, giving Hisoka the sight of pale toned skin of her abdomen and small crop top that was acting more of a bra rather that a top, he smirked, enjoying the sight. She rolled up her sleeves as she began to make a cup of coffee, needing something strong. It was then Hisoka noticed the beaded brackets around her pale skinny wrist, each one different of the last, there was four different ones at the moment, two on each arm.
"What are those for?" Hisoka asked curiously.
"For bloody spirits that won't shut up" she crumbled in an undertone. The vengeful spirits above him, abruptly stopped speaking taking the hint.
"Really?" he asked in surprised.
"NO" she commented coldly, putting a hand out.
Hisoka returned the knife to her, placing it in her pocket she turned leading her back against the counter a mug of coffee to her lips. Hisoka took a step closer, pouting. "You could at least gave me a truthful answer for once you know~"
"And where would the fun in that be?" she asked sarcastically black eyes narrowed.
The man chuckled pleased with the answer, "Heiko Barone, the one you're after," she glared at him for reading the files, "you will be fighting him tomorrow, I have tickets~"
"Tomorrow" she commented before asking, "Does he have any other matches?"
Hisoka smiled, "nope"
She sighed before taking a mouthful of the strong liquid. "Why are you here, Hisoka?"
His smiled faltered slightly at the question, "well, your fun to annoy Z, and I wanted to get to know you"
"Sure," she commented dryly, placing the cup down she folded her arms, "and in my room, which was locked and without bloody permission?"
"Well the nice lady gave me the key," he licked his lips, "she was so easy to persuade, I have a charm you see that can't keep them away"
"That's because Hisoka," she said slyly, "no one realises that your favourite turn on is killing and blood and that you're a complete fucking psycho"
He pouted at her, "that's not fair, you seem to have me figured out, yet I don't even know your real name"
"I haven't figured to out, I have only scratched the surface of your unstable personality" she eyed him.
He thought for a moment a finger tapping his chin, smirking at her. He moved fast trapping her between his body and the counter an arm on either side, she didn't even flinch as he leaded closer. Only glared up at him – for he was taller than her even when she was wearing heels. "Not even a reaction," he murmured quietly she presumed to himself, "it's like you don't know how to feel, a zombie in human skin"
"Hisoka, what are you trying to accomplish?" she asked still glaring.
"Name, Z, what's your actual name?" he asked, golden eyes staring directly into her dark ones.
"If I tell, what will you do?" no point trying to hide it from him, it was too much effect.
He thought for a moment, "Probably nothing, I don't personally gain anything by knowing your actual name" he chuckled.
"Move Hisoka your in my personal space" she hissed at Hisoka, the man chuckled.
"Now, now I won't move till you tell me" he grinned moving closer, if possible.
"Zora Azrael" she growled in annoyance, heading turning breaking eye contract as she glared at the wall.
"Azrael as in-"
She interrupted head snapping towards the man, "yes, as in Azrael the angel of death and destruction and all that fucking propaganda"
Hisoka chuckled, "I must say it suits you~"
Her glared darken, as Hisoka lean forward placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. His soft lips brushing against her cold skin. She blinked in surprised, confused by the kiss. She wasn't much used to normal human contact and interactions and that… well now she was utterly bewildered by it. Hisoka smirked, happy with the reaction he got out of the female before skipping away. Stopping at the door he turned back towards the girl who was glaring at him with but there was still hints of confusion written across her face. "See you, I'm looking forward to your fight, Zora Azreal~"
She threw the closest thing to his head, which was a coffee mug. It hurled towards his face but he had already disappeared out the door, chuckling. So the mug shattered against the wall, dropping to the floor in tiny little pieces.
It was night-time and she was back in the underground bar. Sat on one of the bars stools, drinking form an old bottle of whiskey. Though this time she wasn't in a bad mood, just confused, because of an action of a psychopathically deranged soulless red head named Hisoka. His actions from early made no sense what so ever, he had no gain from kissing her forehead and all she had got out of it where annoying thoughts from trying to understand his actions.
She had thought about asking someone about it, then realised she had no friends, the closest thing to a companion really was Hisoka and she certainly wasn't going to ask him about his actions, he would be gleeful that he was causing her this annoyance.
She downed her glass and decided to put it to the back for her mind as one of the man strange quirks, "that's a strong drink for a girl" a voice called for behind her interrupting her line of though.
She turned to the voice hiding her surprise, heiko barone stood behind her smiling, oh fuck. "I like strong drinks," she commented hiding any sigh of recognition.
"Heiko Barone" he introduced himself, hand out stretch.
She eyed it before turning away back towards the bar, "Z and I don't shake hands" she said coldly as he slipped into the seat beside her.
Her eyebrows twitched slightly, she couldn't touch him till tomorrow, and it would attract too much attention. Attention she didn't want to deal with, so she would wait. "So what is a lovely lady doing here?"
"Trying to drink in peace" she said dryly.
The man leaded forward on the bar, he had mousey brown hair and bright green eyes that seem to glow in the dark, he smirked. "Why, aren't you playing hard to get?"
"I'm not playing anything, just trying to drink in fucking peace" she grumbled, irritated and avoided looking at the man. She could see his victims, all in pain all angry all wanting vengeance, but most were talking to talk to her, to warn her that she could be his next victim.
They had probably tried to help all the others as well, but she was the only one in the world to be able to see the dead, be it curse or gift. The man wasn't giving up, "why don't I buy you a drink, eh?"
She ignored the man, snatching her bottle and stalked over to one of the booths. This particular booth was one she had been avoiding all evening, as a certain red headed magician was sat making pyramids with his cards.
She slumped into the seat beside him and mutter, "bloody creeps everywhere"
"I have you fine that I'm a psycho not a creep~" Hisoka purred, holding a card to her cheek. Her eyes flicker to it, the ace of spades. The card normally related to death.
"Ironic much," she commented pointing to the card.
"Ah yes, well do you fancy an honest game?" he flicked the card back making it disappear.
"An honest game with you? I thought that day would be when pigs could fly" she commented dryly.
Hisoka chuckled, "I take that as I yes then," he started to shuttle the deck, "that man's still staring at you"
"I know, he wouldn't leave me alone the twat" she took the cards handed to her and they started to play. (#writers note-Their playing rummy btw J)
"Since this is an honest game, why don't we be honest with each other?" suggested Hisoka, honestly in his voice.
"Fine," she said eyeing the cards in her hands, debating on the next move. "You can ask first, since you brought it up"
"If I say challenged you, would you fight me?" he asked without reviling anything.
"No, your way too much effort to deal with, my turn" she thought for a moment, "Why have you taken a bloody interest in me?"
"Your entertaining, Z, your strong but I know that you're hiding things, you don't seem to interact like a human would, like somethings missing. Your interesting to tease, I want you to raise and fall before I break you~" the man purred, golden eyes never leaving her face as the stated honest true, well mostly honest, no one ever said they could leave little bits out.
She raised an eyebrow, well that would explain the kiss, but she would not be his entertainment. She took a slip of whiskey before taking a card. It was Hisoka turn. "I do interact like a human..." she muttered in annoyance. Of course something would be missing if you saw the dead everyday...if you could see what I saw now even you, Hisoka who cares little of the dead may even throw up. Maybe I just missing a soul.
"Why do you drink so much, what are you scared of that you're drinking to stop the fears?" she blinked at looked at him.
"One, that's two questions. Two, the reason I drink so much is that drinking is the closest relief I can get to sleep. It's not like I get drunk every time I drink and I'm not an alcoholic, before you ask" she commented dryly. "I win" she showed him her cards.
He pouted, "It appears that you did, now our honest game has come to an end, shame it was your question~"
With a flick of his wrist, a card appeared between in finger tips, "your prize for winning" it was the ace of spades, She took it.
"You be missing a card now," she commented pocketing the card.
"Yes, but at least I know it be in good hands" she rolled her eyes at the comment.
They were silent for a few moments, the bar around them brimming with life. She stifled a yawn and blinked warily, she glanced at Hisoka. He was smiling, humming quietly as he flicked thought his cards. She was aware that Heiko Barone was still watching her and guessed that if she where to leave he would follow. It was Hisoka fault for waking her up so god damn early, so she decided he would have to deal with her.
"Hisoka, I'm taking a nap, wake me up in a bit will ya" she said, folding her arm on the table.
Hisoka looked at her incredulously before nodding and turning back to his card. She put her head onto her arms and quickly slipped into zestu, deep in sleep. Taking the opportunely he snooped closer to the sleeping figure, only stopping when they were touching side by side. Hisoka grinned, thinking about all the fun he could have with the sleeping girl.
Though calling her a girl wouldn't do her justice, as she was defiantly in her early twenties. She had the paleness skin but the darkness features, her hair raven and eyes dark. Even he couldn't tell what colour there were actually, they reminded him of illumli's eyes, if not more female and not as wide.
He sat in silence for a few minutes, planning and scheming. He couldn't break her yet, and it wasn't that she wasn't ready- no- he knew she could fight, it was something else…she was different….he was unsure act how to put it honestly. He didn't to find out more.
He wanted her to meet the Ryoden, just to hear her complain about the dead around them and the fact he thought a meeting between Lucifer and Azrael would be hilarious even if no one else understood it.
He smirked, then it dropped, apron seeing Z targets slip away from the bar towards them. He would not have anyone else take his prey away. Nor for once would he take someone else's prey away. He wanted to see them fight, to learn more about his precious toy. The man walked towards them, leading on the side of the booth, eyeing Z.
"Hey, mate, was wondering if I could borrow her for a moment?" he asked smiling at Hisoka.
Who returned the smile, if not a creepier version of it. "Sorry, but I don't share my toys~"
"And if I told you it would be in your best interest to leave here still alive?" he threaten in a dark tone.
Hisoka smile grew, a Cheshire grin, "oh, well still no can do, you see I brought tickets for the match tomorrow, so I can't kill you either" he cocked his head, a playing card in his hand. "Were at a bit of a stalemate aren't we? Hmm~"
He didn't know what it was but something primitive had overcome him, he knew he could be a bit obsessed with his toys, but this was different. It was the same when he had her trapped between his arms, no fear no hatred, he just couldn't help himself play.
"You better bet on me th-"
THUD.
A card implanted itself into the wall beside his head, he jumped slightly and Hisoka grinned letting lust roll off him, "I'm betting on her you see, for more my entertainment then actually winning. Now I look forward to the match tomorrow~ it would be such a shame if you didn't turn up now~"
The man looked towards Hisoka, eyes flickering between Hisoka and the sleeping figure, his shoulders slumped as he backed away. "Fine," he growled glaring as Hisoka, "I hope you'll enjoy the match"
Hisoka slumped back into the seat, disappointment lined his face. He had hoped the man would have put up more of a challenge. "You didn't have to do that" a sleepy voice mumbled.
He looked down in surprised spotting a signal dark eye staring back at him from out between bits of hair. Hisoka put a manicured finger to his chins, "let's just say you know me one" he smiled.
"Fuck, owning you one sounds like a death sentence" she mumbled getting to her feet. "I'm going to bed"
Hisoka watched her stand before following her with a smile. He slipped into the elevator behind her, she glared at him, "I would have presumed you would have stayed in the bar" she commented sourly.
"And where's the fun in that?" he pouted. As the lift started to move.
"Suit yourself" she commented looking up towards the ceiling leading back against the wall.
He lifted a hand to playing with the ends of raven hair, twirling it round his figures. He watched for her reaction. Head still upturned, she glared at him from the corner of her eye, "what to fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Playing with your hair isn't that obvious?" He purred softly.
"Get the fuck off" she grumbled.
"No" he smiled at her.
Before quickly letting the strand drop and moving his hand away. Away from the knife she had swung towards his hand.
It was the same knife from this morning, plain – simple but deadly. It was sliver, the blade and hilt made out of the same mental, smooth, sharp and could be used for both throwing and carving. His smile widen, he went to grab the hand with the knife, but at the last moment she changed directly. Redirecting the knife to cut across his chest.
"Why aren't you feisty this evening" he purred dodging the blade.
"I'm half asleep, I had whiskey and I'm stuck in a bloody lift with you" she commented dryly, glaring at the man. "DON'T PUSH YOUR LUCK" she hissed at him, before placing the knife back into her pocket.
Hisoka moved, determine to make the girl angry, he pointed to Z and the lift wall behind her, using his bungee gum to stick the two together. She was pulled back stuck against the wall while Hisoka stood in-front of her, arms on either side of her head. She glared at him irritation written across her face.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked, her question coming out in a growl as she glared at the red head.
"I could ask you the same thing~" he purred back eye blazing, he leaded closer towards her.
"Hisoka, please release your nen, you cunt" it was more of an order instead of a request.
The man stopped inches away from her and pouted, "Why? You look tasty against that wall~"
"Because, we've reach our floor"
As if on quote the elevators door opened with a little ting. The man moved away with a frown, before releasing his nen. She walked out casualty hands in her pockets like she'd normally do, Hisoka following, like nothing had happened between them. An idea came to Hisoka, he had thought of a very interesting game they could play.
"Are you really going to follow me all the way?" she asked and Hisoka blinked.
He hadn't realised in his thoughts that they had already reach her rooms, and her door opened. "Well only if you wanted to~"
Z opened her mouth to respond with NO, when suddenly she spotted something in the darkness of corridor, it was a ghost, a mutilated women. Her dress ripped reliving shredded skin underneath. Black dried blood painted on the intact skin and clothes but it didn't stop her eyes trailing to the organs underneath threatening to fall out. Z dark eyes narrowed as she looked at the corner, he was waiting behind the corner she knew it.
Hisoka looked at her and saw the narrowed eyes, but before he could mutter a word she had grabbed a handful of his clothes and dragged him into the room. "Why aren't you rough today, you almost ripped my shirt~" Hisoka commented after she locked and enhanced the door with her nen.
No one, no one was getting thought that door tonight.
"Make yourself at home" she waved a hand to the room at large.
Hisoka cocked his head as he watched her, then decided to jump onto the bed with a chuckle. "Dear, sweet, Azrael, I purpose a game~"
"Don't call me Azrael" she hissed back, before turning to her belongs looking for her shirt. She had it somewhere.
"My, my you really do hate your name~" Hisoka chuckled from where he lay, sprawled across the bed.
"The game?" she changed the subject.
"Whenever I ask for your emotion, you say what emotion your feeling at the time" he grinned, fingers tip touching. He was plotting something but she was too sleepy to fine out.
"What do either of us gain from this game?" she asked finding the shirt, turning back to the man.
"Simple! I get entertained by this game and you…" Hisoka thought unsure of what she would gain from this little game. "You would gain….."
"I'm changing then going to bed so think quickly," she mutter before turning to what Hisoka guessed as the bathroom.
She returned moments later, gone was the long coat, the black boot heels and leather pants-which she dumped somewhere on the floor. She was still wearing the bra/top thing, accompanied with a black silk dress shirt that was left open and black underwear. It gave Hisoka a good view at pale long legs, skinny but still muscular. It suited her; the overall skinniness and white complexion.
Oh this angel of death was definably pushing him.
"Emotion?" he asked unsure whether she would answer.
"Tried" she mutter sleepily, shoving him off the bed so she could slip in between the covers.
"Dear Z, I do believed that isn't an emotion~" Hisoka chuckled from where she had shoved him.
Z on her part gave a grumbled response that was incoherent, before slipping in zestu and falling asleep. Hisoka waited a moment before he decided that he might as well join her, she had said make yourself at home. He stripped down completely, as he did sleep commando, and slipped into bed besides her.
Looking forward for her reaction tomorrow morning.
to be continued...
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