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

chapter 14

Z and kuroro opened the door to her room in the tower without much hassle. As soon as the door closed and locked behind them. Z shoes were thrown, clattering to the floor by the bed. Her clothing felt grimly and sweaty from her time in the club, but she didn't have any other items of clothing to share which were suitable to sleep in.

Sighing, she watched as kuroro placed the books he stole down before shrugging off his jacket and shirt. Her eyes slowly trailing the lines of defined muscle she felt someone strange twist at the pit of her stomach, it wasn't uncomfortable but it was a strange sensation that she couldn't put her figure on it. Kuroro glanced up watching the filter of emotion on the girls face before her gaze shifted from him to something behind him.

Black eyes drifted towards the shadowy silhouette. It was a women that much she could tell, someone very familiar. Subconsciously she fiddled with one of her bracelets. This one had a signal bead on it, a sliver bead with a set of wings craved into it.

She moved pass the oblivious male, who was standing topless more interested in the book before him that her. Or so she believed.

Z stepped just behind him, creating a physical barrier in-between the figure and kuroro. She narrowed her eyes as the shadow moved, licking its non-existent lips a cold hand caressing her check in a teasing manner. "Come on~ I only wanted a taste~ he's a cute catch" a voice purred. It was like silk the kind that lulled you into lowering your guard before eating you whole.

She moved gripping the humanoid shadow by the chin. The ghostly apparition froze as her grip tighten. She could sense the ghost before her roll her eyes. Before dropping her hand in defeat. See Z knew who that shadow was and what it was capable of, and no way was she letting in everywhere near the male behind her.

Tempted into lustful pleasure before he was devoured.

The shadow was literally the physical manifestation of lust, but of course when it came to the world of nen and the dead – things never were that simple. There are things in the afterlife that shouldn't be allowed to form freely. Things that were a mixture of demons and hungry spirits but had no name for themselves.

"Poor poor Azreal~" the silky voice hummed, "More dead than alive. Don't worry my darling when the time comes we shall teach you the way~" the shadow arms rose up it ghostly arms inches away from her skin like it was trying to comfort her. "Be careful not to stray~ or we will eat you all alive~" the voice turned into a hiss as the shadow disappeared. The bead on her wrist grew heavier as she sighed.

That wasn't a good omen.

She stripped the black shirt dumping in the shirt beside kuroro, leaving her in only the bar/very small top. Before turning away taking a few step back while undoing the buttons on her leather pants. Kuroro looked up hearing the women take a step away. He studied her figure, something had happened behind him – but he didn't own what. But he knew something had, the temperature had dropped, goosebumps rose on his skin- a dark sensation had grew behind him before vanishing. Another question to add to his growing list.

His dark hues focused on the ink marks donning her shoulder.

He could feel the nen focused in the area of the ink, telling him that those were not your average tattoo, the question had lingered in the back of his head since he first spotted it. It had reminded him of the spider tattoos he gave the troupe members. Without realising he moved closer a nen covered hand inches away from her skin.

Curiously overcoming rational thought.

Z froze as cold fingers touched her spine, a shutter racing down her spine as finger trace the ink lines across her shoulder blades. And then he did sometime he shouldn't have done.

He pushed his nen into the tattoo.

Kuroro blinked, one moment he was tracing the tattoo seeing if his nen could fine anything abnormal. The next in a veil of black feathers he was pinned again the wall, a hand squeezing his wrist the other around his throat.

He caught the sight of a signal raven feather dropping slowly to the ground before his gaze returned to the female. The darkness seemed to grow in her eyes as she glared at him while her bone started to glow, their bodies pressed together as she pinned him in place. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed darkly as her nen increase.

"Feeding my curiously" he stated calmly.

"Curiously killed the cat"

"And satisfaction brought it back" he responded a smirk gracing his features.

She release his wrist but leaned forward keeping her hand wrapped around his neck, "satisfaction won't bring you fucking back to where I shall sent you"

Kuroro watched with interest, as she released him ridding herself of her leather pants completely and storming into the bathroom. Interesting… her reaction shows that there in more to it than it seems. He thought as he studied the feather, it was shiny black with a tint of blue to its tips.

Interesting indeed.

-Time skip-

Z opened blurry eyes, as blood lust overcame her senses. All she wanted to do was sleep yet that wicked clown seems to ruin it for her. Every signal fucking time. She groaned trying to roll back over and sleep, the man wasn't in her room so she didn't have to deal we it.

But no, the blood lust intensified.

"Fucking bastard, I'm going to fucking stab him" she growled dragging herself out of bed. She didn't even glance at kuroro as she grabbing the sharpest object closet to her as she raced out the doorway.

Kuroro looked up from the book he had been reading with a raised eyebrow at the female action – the door slowly drifting shut behind her. He was expecting her to suffer with a hangover, maybe anger had overridden it for now he mused. Snapping the book shut he followed suit, but not before grabbing a shirt for the girl. Z had unknowing ran out just in her underwear.

Hisoka blinked, as something rushed passed his head. Golden eyes darted towards the object. A black heel was implanted into the wall, cracks spreading for where it implanted itself. A smile grew across his face as he spotted the owner.

Z stood in-between him and the two young boys, he had been previously warning them off this floor; they weren't ready. Not at all ready. They were staring wide eyed as well, the slivernette blushing at the women lack of clothing. While Gon grinned with his child-like innocence.

Z had her arms crossed over her chest as she glared down on him, the dark malevolent nen growing around her. "I'm trying to fucking sleep and all your doing is throwing your blood lust around" she hissed, as she stomped toward the grinning magician.

She leant over the sitting male, hands on her hips as she continued to throw insults at the red headed magician. Behind her killua covered his friend's ears at the language that would even make a sailor blush.

"My dear Z~" Hisoka purred as she glared at him, "I was just trying to tell these toys that they aren't ready~"

Z turning slightly eyeing the boys with her black eyes, "he's right you will be slaughtered if you come to this floor as you are now"

The slivernette glared at her, "you know nothing about us" he countered.

Her glaze drifted up, looking at the shadowy dead about his head. "On the contrary, I know a lot about you killua zoldyck"

The boy had a look of surprised across his face before Gon exclaimed, "hey, we know you! You were on the hunter exam" killua looked towards his friend then back towards the female, his eyes widening in realisation. It was hard to recognise her without her long coat.

Z rolled her eyes, "give the boy a cookie" she muttered sarcastically. Before returning her attention to Hisoka, "will you fucking pack it in with your bloodlust… I want to go back to sleep"

"I can't help my lust, if you come out dressed like that~" he purred, pointing towards her outfit – or lack of.

She gave him a look of confusion before looking down, "oh fuck" she muttered turning before getting a face full of shirt.

"I think you forgot this" chuckled kuroro from where he stood, just out of sight of the boys who could just see his arm. Killua and gon blinked, how did he get there? The pair hadn't even sense him approach nor notice him pass?! They couldn't even feel his presence even though they know hes there!

"Thanks" Z stated dryly, returning to slip the shirt over her underwear.

"Nice tattoo~" Hisoka grinned catching glance at the tattoo across her shoulder blades. She flipped him the bird before studying the shirt.

"This isn't mine"

"Your right, its mine" kuroro smirked. She gave him a deadpanned look, as that strange feeling from before rose in her stomach… maybe it was the contents of her stomach? She did drank a lot last night…. But it felt different, a bubbly sort of feeling. Turning towards the boys, she sighed running a hand though her raven hair. "Looks brats, you will not survive. The sooner to get that into your head the better."

"How would you know that!" Gon yelled in annoyance, he came here to train!

She raised her finger, moving her nen into the shape of a skull as she gave the a blank stare. "One, you can see the things you need to see to survive…" her eyes filtered to the Stanger walking up behind them, "but it seems fate has played his hand"

"Don't insist" the stranger spoke.

"wing-san" the boys turned, seeing her job as done she returned to her shoe.

She wasn't graceful as she yanked the shoe out of the wall, she held the toe part pointing the stiletto heel towards the grinning magician, "I will don't hesitate to stab you with it"

Kuroro grab her other hand pulling her away from the male. "Come on, let's get you back to bed. I'm surprised you're not even hungover…" Hisoka glared at kuroro who just smirked in response.

"Never really get them. I think I just sleep them off, like I do with everything else" she muttered, letting the male drag her back like a nagging parent trying to get there child to sleep.

"Make sense, do you even know what time it is?" kuroro questioned as they made it back to her rooms.

Z shrugged collapsing back onto her bed still in kuroro shirt, "time is just an illusion created by mankind to create order" she stated hugged the pillow as her eyes closed. He chuckled at the sight.

"Before you sleep can you remember our deal?"

"I help you if you help me?" she questioned sitting up with a yawn. He nodded, before speaking. "You mentioned that you're looking for certain books, do you mind describing them for me? It increases the chances of us finding the correct books"

Z was silent, a thoughtful expression on her face as she studied the head of the ryodan before her. Honestly, he didn't seem the type to play with the dead and she doubted he could read it… she didn't say anything as she disappeared into a puff of black smoke.

He didn't say anything as he watched the smoke shift in the unknown wind. He took his previous position on the bed, opening the book at where he left it. Proceeding to read will he waited for the angel to return.

A few minutes later the black smoke shifted, Z reforming with something resting in her hands. It was a book, three to be exact. She rested them on the bed between them for him to see, but he didn't dare touch. The black books gave off a dangerous vide, like if he were to touch them his life would be drained away in an instant. Like he would go mad with the dark energy the books omitted.

He studied the covers, had the similar but different symbols painted in red on the leather. There were old due to the yellowing pages. Each book had a slightly different presence he noted, something that made them stand out again the book in his lap. These were not something you could forge.

His eyes drifted to the only word he recongise – same on each book –but barely readable due to age. If he was right then it read –

"These are the books, I just need three more" Z interrupted his train of thought. "This," she pointed to the first book the one that held the most deadly energy, "is the book of death, this one" she moved to the middle book which had a slight glow, "is the book of spirit and lastly," she pointed to the last one, this one smelt the most. The lingering stench of blood, "is the book of sacrifice and the book I got from your last job. The books tend to look very similar and cannot be recreated nor forged. They are written in the language of the dead and belong to us"

He looked up, eyes locking onto the female form, she was looking down at the books with a blank face no sadness, no happiness, nothing to determine why she wanted those book nor whether she could read them or not. "I see..." he commented more to himself that the female before him. Nor did he call her out on her choice of words. "By the way, I have a job I would like you to join me on"

Z head snapped towards him, her eyes narrowed. "You got to be fucking kidding me…"

"I had it planned for a while, there was just a slight complication with the house we were going to rob at hand. It appears to be haunted."

Z glared at the man before her… she had played right into his hand, now she was obliged to help the man – he was using her. She sighed, taking the books off the bed, she needed to make sure that she used him as well, two heads were better than one at finding these books. "Give me the details after a much needed nap" she grumbled before vanishing into shadows.

Kuroro smirked, plans were falling into place. Just a little bit more and he will have her for the picking, he just needed to make sure that Hisoka and no one else threw a wrench into the works.

to be continued...

i am a terrible human... i was supposed to update ages ago on all three stories and i didn't

im sorry :( do you forgive me?

looks like Z maybe starting to feel! or is it just the drinks?!

though it looks like the balls finally rolling!

tell us what ya think!

i really wanna heard what you folks think!?

love ya all!

happy hunting xx