The men froze, feeling a shiver crawling their spines as the ravenette before them looked up. Her eyes were like the abyss. A never-ending void of darkness, that stood out against her glowing bones under darken skin. She spoke, the other voices from the afterlife layered stood out as the shadows around them grew. "Let's eat"

chapter 13

Kuroro and Hisoka stood in front of the doorway, the pair watching it in a curious fashion. There both froze feeling a familiar but malevolent aura escaping the room. But as soon as it appeared it vanished, and not a moment later the door swung open revealing an annoyed looking Z.

She glared at the pair, "what the fuck do you two want?"

"Too see if you needed any help~" purred Hisoka, his golden eyes trying to peer into the dark room behind her.

"Don't need it. It's been dealt with" she muttered bluntly, draining the bottle of alcohol before tossing it behind her. The glass smashed somewhere in the darken room, "I need another drink" she muttered walking away Hisoka in toe, off to buy her another bottle.

Kuroro stayed behind taking a step into the room, bodies lay still, weapons scattered. He glanced around the room, a small layer of dust covered everything, like nothing had entered here for year, even if someone had just left it. He half expected to see a large spider web in the corner of the room to add to the old forgotten look.

He stepped towards one of the bodies, he rolled it over expecting to her a fresh dead body only to discover a dried out copse. His blank glaze studied the dried out figure, it seemed drained, drained of life, of blood and fluid. No exit or entrance wounds to be seem, there was that look of terror etched into its shrivelled up face.

The ability to see the dead. Able to 'travel' along the spirit road. Her possessed doll ability. Em suggestion of bringing back the dead? Along with that strange tattoo and her namesake…. Though this before him was something different, something he hadn't seen before.

He more he found out about the female and her abilities the more he wanted her as part of his troupe. The more he wanted to know about her.

He stood, unable to take anything else anyway from the body. He paused in the doorway, taking one last look into the dusty room. Dark hue slowly drifted towards the shattered glass, he turned around closing the door behind him. He could have sworn that the shattered glass had formed letters.

Hungry.

-Time skip -

Z slumped into the sit. The alcohol and whatever drug had been in Em's drink had hit her system like a fucking trunk. Hisoka passed her another bottle of something, which she gingerly took. "Where the fuck is everyone?" she muttered glancing at their booth. Herself and Hisoka were the only conscious one still at the table. Kopi was still completely passed out poor lightweight.

"Here and there" Hisoka chuckled as she glared at his vague answer.

"Asshole" she muttered. At this point her vision was beyond blurry. Inwardly, hoping that she was glaring at Hisoka and not a random bright pink blob that seemed to filter with the shadows around them. One of the issues with drinking so much. The two worlds seem to filter in and out of existence in her sight, normally it would not brother her it gave relief, but for once she was drinking with other people and she didn't want to look stupid by talking to a ghost instead of a person.

She had do that before.

Sighing she took a large swig of the liquid, not particularly caring about the burning sensation that followed, she had a few options.

Deal with it.

Drink herself sober.

Sleep it off.

Z debated for two seconds before letting her head drop to the cool table top while she hugged the bottle, eyes slowly fluttering shut. She chose the quick nap.

Hisoka watched the sleeping female quietly sipping at his cocktail, a smirk ever present on his face. It seems his dear Z was a deadly then sleepy drunk… makes sense considering she sleeps like no other. Golden eyes flickered away locking onto the dark eyed head of the Ryodan. "She's asleep~" the magician stated, "Find anything interesting?"

"A thing or two" kuroro responded taking the sit on the other side of the female.

"Pray tell" the magician smirked.

Kuroro glanced towards the man before returning his attention to the passed out female, "only things which requires more answers."

-Time skip during nap time-

She didn't know how long she slept for, but one thing is for certain. She wants to kill whoever have the guts to wake her up. "Why the fuck" she started to speak slowly, wearily raise her head, glaring at the hand that shook her awake, "did you wake me up?" she ended with a hiss.

"Cause I was telling you I was leaving~" a feminine voice spoke, black eyes followed the hand towards the grinning Em, who wasn't to bother about the death glare Z was sending her way.

"That's fucking nice, and I was sleeping" Z stated dryly.

"And~ I'm going back with phinks!" she added, grinning even more while one hand was wrapped around phinks arm and the other giving her a peace sign.

She gave a fleeting glance towards the jock, he grinned at her but his eyes told her that he would look after her female friend. "I don't fucking care" she grumbled, dropping her head back onto the cold table top.

"Aww come on Z! At least say goodbye" Em whined with a small pout.

Without raised her head, Z waved a small goodbye before grumbling bluntly, "Remember to use fucking protection if you don't. I will haunt you both"

Phinks went red with embarrassment while Em grinned knowingly, "sure thing Z!" the hyperactive drunk women locked her arm with phinks before dragging him to who knows where.

"Good to see your finally awake~" a mischievous voice spoke from her right. She glanced towards the red head magician.

"I'm going back to sleep" she muttered, closing her eyes.

"Actually before that I wanted to ask something" a cold calculated voice spoke from her left. Eyes darted toward the head of the spider, who say softly sipping the glass of wine in his hand.

She groaned before pulling herself upright, letting herself lean back against the seat as she tinted her head towards the male, she really could not be bothered at that moment in time. Why did she do this to herself again? "What?"

"I want to know more about your abilities?"

Z raised an eyebrow, "why the fuck would you wanna know about that?"

"Just something Em mentioned, she called you a necromancer"

Z sighed, a hand rubbing her tried eyes in annoyance. That definably threw a stick in the works. "Fuck sake Em," she muttered before glancing at the man. "I am sorta a necromancer. But before to go tell me to raise the dead it's not a simple as clicking you fucking fingers. There are rules you gotta follow..."

"Rules?" kuroro watched her closely.

"Yeah rules," Z stated taking a swig out of bottle in her hand before explaining. She rise a finger, "first off, there hasn't been a long time since the individual has past, the sooner the easier it is to bring them back." She raised a second finger, "secondly, the body need to be relatively intact. If you have been cremated fucking good luck returning to your body and living free." She raised a third finger, "Finally, the souls wants to come back"

"That last one," Z spoke her voice becoming more serious as she dropped her hand down, "is the most fucking important. If they don't want to come fucking back I won't force them… if cruel once you past beyond the veil and your dragged back into the living world which you no longer belong. Dying is easy, living is hard. Just so you know I am not the only necromancer who there, I seen a few people try and raise the dead with various success rates"

Kuroro was silent, though his grazed never left the female face. It looked haunted and that was saying something as she drank the dark liquid. Maybe it was something she had countered in the past? "Other necromancers?"

"Nasty pieces of shits" she muttered sourly. "All with the same goal, though none with the sight"

The boss of the spider was silent taking in the information the drunk women before him was giving. Obviously the liquid had loosen her tongue. Seeing how stories like Frankenstein was about he had no doubt that other necromancers. Though he could tell none had truly succeed due to the lack of bragging nor was the ability being sold openly. And judging from how she explained it sounded like none of those amateurs could see the dead souls trapped within the bodies they were being force to stay in. Could the fact she could see these spirits influence her choices on the matter?

Interesting, very interesting but there was still in the theory stages… there was so much more to learn about the topic. Learn how one could use this abilities to their advantage. He wondered how he could use it to his advantage, but he needed to dig more.

"What's your goal then?" he asked changing the subject, he would ask more questions on her abilities another time. He may even get a demonstration.

She shrugged, dark eyes looking out into the crowd, not even caring about the two males besides her, "collecting a set of books"

"A set of books?"

"Books of dark magic, something mortals should not be touching. There are six in totally, I currently have 3 of the books- one from the previous job"

The head spider nodded, his mind working quietly, "how about we make a deal?"

"Hm?" Z gave the male a questioning look.

"We shall help you, if you help us?" he held out hand, she glanced at it for moment, before sighing and shaking the male's hand.

It didn't, at all, feel like signing your soul to the devil. Not at all.

She downed the rest of the bottle in three large gulps before standing, "I'm fucking leaving" she stated pushing pass a smirking red head. Hisoka and kuroro exchanged glances before standing.

Z staggered out into the cold fresh air, waving a small good bye to the bouncer. She didn't know where the other troupe members had disappeared off too and quite frankly she didn't care. She swayed and wobbly slightly on her heels but she didn't really notice as she stretch her back, before her dark stare turned towards the sky.

A vast abyss of darkness greeted her with small tiny pinpricks of light to guide the way.

A sad frowned settle on her features as her walk down the empty streets with no real destination in mind, too drunk to care. She wasn't alone, she never was. If you looked close enough you would see the shadows in human like shapes following behind her along the street. Shadows poking their heads out of bins and alleyways, anything of the ghostly realm, both attracted and terrified of the female at the same time.

Z sighed, before stopping in her steps. She waited a moment before setting off, Hisoka and kuroro flanking her sides. A wave of drunkenness overcame her sense as she stumbled slightly, falling into kuroro she grip his arm to steady herself as the frown deepened with annoyance.

"Fuck sake" she muttered before taking off the heels, a hand still gripping onto the man's sleeve. Kuroro glanced down before linking his arm with her own to keep her steady as they continued to walk.

He looked after to the magician, golden eyes glare at him over the females head. His dark eyes narrowing as he gave him a knowing smirk, apron seeming the man's expression. Looks like he was pulling ahead of their little game. But the race was still not over – Z didn't seem to notice or care about any of it.

Hisoka opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as his phone went off. He brought the gadget up seeing the messaged before turning to the two ravenettes, "I'm afraid, I have to leave you. Don't do anything I won't do" he winked.

Z rolled her eyes, "go get killed" she scoffed as the man vanished into shadows.

The pair waited a good minute before kuroro broke the silence. "It is getting late we should head back too"

"I think you mean it's early…" Z mutter turning her glaze towards the stars. "The towers closer, unless you know somewhere else to stay?"

"Lead the way" he gestured with his free arm, while keeping the other linked with hers. He noticed that she hadn't comment on the contact, she seemed unfazed - like something else was on her mind, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Or maybe she was just sleepy from the amount of alcohol in her system.

Z was a lot more stable without her heeled shoes on and the support from kuroro. Not that she would thank him. Her mind felt cloudy, like her senses had been cushioned by an unknown force. She sighed though her nose, she hadn't drank so much in a while how badly was her hangover going to be? Black eyes scanned the empty high street.

There were going back to her room in the tower, it had the bare minimum of things but at least it had a large bed. She stopped mid-step, before dragging a confused kuroro to the side. The pair disappeared in darkness before appearing a second later. Kuroro blinked wearily, she had stated previously that stepping onto that road while drunk wasn't the best plan. But to his surprise he found that they stood in a book shop.

"I don't have books at the tower" Z muttered before dropping into a dusty looking chair, heels in hand.

Slowly he looked around – taking in the dusty shelves. This shop mustn't be a popular one judging by the dust. He scanned over the shelves before a static crackling sound reached his ears. He paused, it sounded like interference you often here on the radio but it was quite suggested behind a wall or doorway. He moved further into the shelves looking for something of interest.

Taking a few dusty tones of the shelve he spotted a door hidden by darkness behind a large shelve – almost hidden from view – almost. A curious smile appeared on his features as he quickly made do with the lock and opened it swinging inwards in a wide arch.

It was a surveillance room and office combined.

The static was coming from this room it seems, he watched the screens with interest. He could make out the form of Z, sat on the seat but it was completely unclear. You couldn't tell her features nor any detail about her person. The screen would filter in and out of focus, sometimes she would be there others time not. It caused the hair to rise and Goosebumps to form on his skin, it would scared him if he didn't known exactly where she was with his nen.

He looked around the room, looking for anything of interest that would stand out against the dull darkness. But nothing jumped out at him.

But one thing confused him, how did an old dusty book shop afford cameras inside and outside. When it looks like no one had been in here for weeks.

He shook of the thoughts returning to the female, closing the door behind him with the few books he had kept up.

If he had looked behind the door, he would have notice a beautiful nen encrusted crystal case with a black book. Its pages turning a yellow with age and the ink bleeding though its old unused pages. If he had looked even closer had would have seen the red symbols written on the cover. Written in the language of the dead. The word 'life' and the familiar name of its author written so long ago.

to be continued...

hey all!

What do you think of the chapter?

let us know, im hoping it flows okay XD

sooo yeah, shes sorta a necromancer... did you lot understand it?

just wondering :)

this sets her up with future adventures with the troupe! while following the main story line

happy hunting xx