He stripped down completely, as he did sleep commando, and slipped into bed besides her.

Looking forward for her reaction tomorrow morning.

Chapter 3

Z stood in the area waiting for her blasted perverted target to come out. She stood in her usual get up, hands in pockets and hair loose-eyes still sleepily, it was too early in the morning for this bullshit, but she was getting paid so that's all that mattered. She had been lucky that Hisoka, hadn't tried to nick her clothes that morning.

She glared at the man in the crowd, somehow she had agreed to their little game, though she really couldn't remember much of the previous evening. Why she had agreed? She didn't know, being too tried at the time to remember correctly and Hisoka had sealed his lips shut on the matter. Damn bastard.

"Fucking finally" she grumbled as Heiko Barone finally walked onto the stage of the area, a smirk already on his face.

"You know," he spoke, as the commentator started speaking reading the match. "You should have joined me, I would have shown you a good time for your last night on earth"

"Oh please, save it. I'm really not bloody interested, couldn't take the hint the last night. I know a fucking psychopath whose better company than you" she retoured while mild indifference as the man bristled.

"MATCH BEGINS!" the commentator screamed over the roaring crowd.

Heiko ran fasted towards her swinging a punch towards her face, she dodged. Punch, kick, swipe, punch, punch, kick. He attacked and she dodged one after one her facial expression the same as when they started, hands never leaving her pockets.

Her back arched as she leaned back from a powerful roundhouse, wasn't this guy supposed to be a strong nen-user? Her eyes narrowed at the man as she stood straight, the crowd roaring in the background.

A knife appeared by his hand, followed by an arch appearing above his head, only stopping at his other hand. Conjuration eh? She thought unimpressed, the technique was okay at best, obviously the man didn't know the true meaning behind his nen and wasn't using it correctly and there was way too much waste coming from him. She turned her attention to the vengeful ghosts above him.

Do you want vengeance? Do you want to be freed from this chain holding you back? Do you want to help me stop him from hurting another? Do you want to move on and leave this world behind on your path?

The ghost lingering above Heiko's head looked at her in astonishment, they nodded. Yes, she could have forced them to attacked, but it would drain her nen more than she was willing. Vengeful spirits such as these unable to move on were always easier to persuade to help compared to grounded spirits.

She backed away from the man, "you really shouldn't mess with the dead" she spoke softly, her eyes dark and hard.

The man blinked, then took a step back. He blinked again, before him were the dead. The dead he had raped and mutilated. They all looked at him, their bodies ripped and broken; organs part spilled on their tour clothes for the world to see. Skin ripped and peeled away to reviled the underworks of the body. Dead eyes stared at him from sunken sockets. It the sight didn't want to make you sick it was the noised, the figures couldn't speak. The voices coming out as guttural groans as they coughed up blood from their slit throats. The more the dead tried to speak the more the black blood dripped down the corners of their mouths – the more the blood bubbled and dripped onto messy blood stained clothes.

No one moved, panic raced thought his mind, how did she know? How did she know? He knew he hadn't been caught but was he sure? Wasn't he? No one had seen! He was safe, wasn't he!? Then how, how? Nen is must be her nen! But that still didn't explain how it was so to detail. His breath caught in his throat, fear ran thought him, real fear, freezing him to the spot as the air grew cold as the dead floated in front of him.

Dead moved, sweeping towards him like the ghosts they were, without a physical body. He tried to fight back but he hit nothing just black shadows then another would be on him. He was too panic stricken to get a good control on his nen, as his summoned knifes flew about, but even if he did he wouldn't know how to attack.

How do you kill what's already dead?

Slowly, he was being overrun by the dead he had killed. Z watched emotionless, as the ghosts attacked. Feeling a tug on her selves she looked down. A little girl. Her name was Melly the youngest of the victims at the age of 5. Her face and body was cut in the fashion as the others. Her summer dress in tatters and an old teddy bear clutched tightly in one hand was cover in blood, her blood. The girl was still holding it for dear life. Even if life had left her. Z eye's soften slightly as took the little girls hand in hers. Before turning back towards the fight at hand.

Finish it.

The ghost did as ordered, and processed to rip his mind in pieces.

Heiko Barone, dropped to his knees, his eyes wide, skin pale and drain. His clothes untouched but dusty. Gravity took him forward as he fell forward- hitting the ground dead.

The crowd roared, but she didn't paid attention only watched as the ghosts all turned towards her. There was a ripple - the dark shadows changing to lighter whiter colours. Their appearance reforming, gone was the cut marks, the dripping blood vanished like it was never their as their spirits became whole once again. She felt the girl pull away moving back towards the now smiling group of dead. They bowed before turning into white smoke, leaving from the afterlife whatever that maybe, their revenge now complete.

"….I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE DID IT, WITHOUT EVEN A HIT GUYS! BUT THE WINNER IS Z!" the crowd roared.

She glanced towards his body and walked over, slumping the dead body over she shoulder and left before anyone could protest. As soon as she enter the side tunnel – out of sight – She disappeared into back smoke.

Hisoka watched the match with a gleeful expression, it was different from the previous match he had seen, the one from the hunter exam. This time he could just see the outlines of the figures using Gyo, but the figures weren't fully materialized. He smiled it had looked like Heiko Barone had been running round scared of out his wits of nothing. It got him thinking.

Zora Azrael, he pounder while chuckling under his breath, what an interesting toy to have.

This morning for example, she had woken up with him beaming down at her and without batting an eyelid; she had got up, got change (in the bathroom), got coffee and toast before leaving with the same indifferent face and only a good morning to him.

She was a strange one, which was way he was going to enjoy playing. He held the ace of spades to his lips and smiled manically. His lust escaping out.

She walked out of the hunter association building in the republic of padokia, after collecting the dead man's bounty. Taking out her phone her checked her account an eyebrow raised, it seems that the bounty had been a lot, yes, but the money gain from winning the match was a lot, lot more.

She thought, she had to partake in a match every 3 month to keep her place on the 200th floor, so if at the end of every 3 months she could part in a match, and the time in between she did job for the blacklist and spirit hunting. Until she had hit 10 wins, as she didn't want to challenge a floor master, way too much effort.

It seemed like a reasonable plan.

And with that she vanished into darkness.

to be continued...

hey all!

So i realised after i writ it that in the 200th you no longer get paid for your winnings... oops

Completely forgot about that so now i changed it abit so that if you win you get money still!

fun times!

hope your enjoying it

happy hunting xx