The Beginning of Servitude
The sky was already starting to grow dark when Joel met his sister in the lobby. She wore the short, form-fitting black dress she had bought that morning and styled her hair into a top-knot with long, cascading curls.
"Hi Doll. You look great." Joel Handed Kassari a rose and kissed her cheek.
"Hey, what's this for?" She asked, sniffing the sweet fragrance.
"I just thought you deserved some pampering. For a change." He did not explain that he also was upset that no one else in their family had even emailed her congratulations. They treated her like a distant, poor relation taken in out of charity simply because Kassari was different. She would never be a warrior, spy or an assassin. Her skills in martial arts were not to the demanding standards the family imposed and she had a kind, romantic nature. They considered her a disgrace, although it would never be admitted.
Kassari threaded her arm through Joel's and he guided her to a limo.
"Wow, you really splurged didn't you?" Kassari was impressed.
"I wanted to." Joel glanced up as he handed her into the car, feeling a twinge of someone else's anger circle his aura. He sensed a presence lurking in a dark doorway across the street. 'Hisoka.' He determined grimly as he followed her into the car.
Kassari had a fantastic evening, Joel took her out to an expensive restaurant and then to a club for dancing. Never once aware of the dark presence watching over her. 'This is why she will never do well as a killer. This girl can be so oblivious to her surroundings it's scary.'
As Hisoka watched, he carefully controlled his aura, concealing it from the sensitive hunters. Kassari's date never once tried to steal a kiss or touch her in an improper fashion. He seemed more like an old friend or. . . relative. There were others that she danced with that were much more ardent in flirting with her. The only thing that held them back was her dangerous looking companion. Hisoka followed two of them into the restroom because of something he chanced to overhear as they walked by him.
"She is so hot. Think if I can peel her away from the guy with her I can get her to go to a hotel with me tonight?"
"I doubt it. You would probably have to slip her something and then sneak out."
"I could do that. I still have those pills that dissolve in alcohol."
The offender felt a small bump against his leg and turned to see who had bumped into him. He faced an evil, slant eyed man with teal hair. That was the last thing he ever saw.
Kassari returned to her hotel feeling exhilarated. It had been fun to dance with those cute guys. But she was completely exhausted too. She quickly got ready for bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Having completely forgotten Hisoka for a short time.
He watched her from her balcony satisfied that no one was with her. He extended his aura into a gentle caress that brushed down her cheek and neck and then withdrew to his own room to prepare for the next day.
That morning Kassari walked through he door for orientation, she had woken up very early, suddenly overcome with nerves as this was the long waited for day. She was the first to arrive and sat in the middle towards the wall. The others entered and soon the president entered as well. First Leorio and Kurapika lodged a complaint with the president regarding the disqualification of Killua and a lively debate ensued. Gon came in towards the end of the debate and swung Illumi around by the arm and ended the debate saying that it couldn't be helped but that Illumi was a no-good scoundrel and that he would retrieve Killua. Kassari admired his determination on the behalf of his friend and privately wished him all the luck he could get.
As the president and his assistant droned on and on about the history of the hunters and the rules and privileges that the hunters had, she started to day dream about Hisoka. How his skin would feel like satin beneath her hands how he would hold her and tell her he loved her. She sighed out loud and then caught herself. 'I am such an idiot. That man loves nothing but the thrill of the chase and maybe himself. What the hell am I thinking? Sure he is oh so sexy and mysterious, but I am not real sure he is sane.'
Kassari started to become anxious, her palms sweating and her heart thumping in her chest.
Hisoka watched her out of the corner of his eye, amused by her obviously growing agitation. He had other concerns though, mainly diffusing Illumi's intent to kill Gon.
Orientation was blessedly brief. Kassari stayed seated as the others began to leave. Leorio approached her with a cheerful smile and gave her a card with his contact information. She withdrew on of her own cards and handed it to him. Her small smile conveyed her uneasiness.
"See you around then." Leorio followed Kurapika out the door. He quickly glanced at the card in his hand. "Her Royal Highness, Princess Kassari Maslou. Check this out Kura. She's a princess. No wonder she wouldn't go out with me."
"I knew she was a princess. That's what the gold tattoo on her neck signifies and she refused to go out with you because Hisoka did not like it, not because of her title." Kurapika rolled his eyes because Leorio was so incredibly unobservant.
Hisoka finished his other business and returned to the meeting room. He approached a steady measuring look in his eyes. Kassari held his gaze, her eyes sparking in defiance. Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a leather collar with the word slave set into it in studs. Standing behind her, he fastened it around her slender neck. He ran his tongue in a thin line from the edge of the collar to her ear lobe. "Do not take this off for any reason." His tone was grim with a promise of retribution should she dare disobey. "Come on then." He said impatiently. "We are going to spend a little bit of time getting more thoroughly acquainted."
She followed him back to her hotel and was surprised when he unlocked the door next to her own room. When she stepped inside, she noticed that all of her belongings were neatly piled on the table just inside the door.
"Your room has been taken care of. You will be staying with me. Were ever I chose to go, you will share my room and if you are lucky my bed." He smirked. "My rules are as follows: You will follow all my directions without question immediately. You will be allowed access to your email on a daily basis, but all outgoing communications must be monitored by me. I will provide you with a cell phone that I will use to contact you and you will give me yours for now. The phone is programmed so that only outgoing call that can be made are to my own cell phone. Your phone will be returned to you at the termination of the 60 days. Hisoka paced across the room and back his face occasionally giving away a self-satisfied expression.
"You will attend me as I desire. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes sir." Kassari answered her back straight, eyes never wavering from his face. She did not allow herself to flinch from the graphic, sometimes abusive images on the surface of his mind.
Hisoka pulled out a chair and sat. "We will be leaving tomorrow." He propped his feet on the table. "Start a bath for me. My things are next to the tub. I have an appointment this afternoon and we will go shopping." His face revealed no expression and Kassari discovered that he learned to close his mind to her.
She quickly fled the room and shut the bathroom door. Her breath was starting to come in shallow, panicked pants and she gripped that edge of the elegant sink tightly. 'Just take deep breaths. He won't kill you, he wants to be entertained.' Starting to feel a little calmer, Kassari looked around and noticed how large the bathroom was for the first time.
The tub was a double whirlpool sunk into the floor surrounded by black marble. It could easily seat four people. The richness reminded her of her own suite at home. Placed on a rack nest to the tub was a selection of products. She started filling the tub with water and poured a generous amount of foaming bath oil into the steaming water. He smelled of sandalwood.
Entering behind the girl, Hisoka peeled off his clothes and dropped them casually on the floor. His figure was revealed to the princess in the mirrored wall behind the pool. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips and a hot blush crept over her cheeks. She could not look away from his lithe, muscular body.
"Ummhmm." Hisoka cleared his throat. "This is a little chilly, if you don't mind." He gestured towards the water, amusement rippled over his face as he enjoyed her embarrassment.
Kassari scrambled out of the way, carefully avoiding looking below his waist. She almost made it to the door when his voice stopped her.
"Stay." Hisoka beckoned to her. "Come over here and wash my back for me."
She slunk across the room and reluctantly picked up a wash cloth and his sandalwood soap. With timid strokes, she smoothed the cloth over his strong back. As her hands swept over his skin, she lost her nervousness and became mesmerized in the play of her fingers on his body.
Hisoka could feel her start to relax. She did not even notice that she had dropped the cloth and was touching him with her hands. He leaned into the touch, encouraging her to explore further.
I like it better when she is bold instead of frightened. It will work out much better that way for my future plans. "You have a gentle touch princess." He whispered. "A maddening touch." He turned and caught her lips with his, one hand sneaking into her hair to hold her as he skillfully plundered her mouth.
Kassari seemed lost in a haze, the only thing she was completely aware of was his mouth on hers. She didn't notice that he had pulled her into the water one arm wrapped around her waist and his hand still fisted in her hair. Or that her body was firmly pressed to his wet, hard figure.
The sky was already starting to grow dark when Joel met his sister in the lobby. She wore the short, form-fitting black dress she had bought that morning and styled her hair into a top-knot with long, cascading curls.
"Hi Doll. You look great." Joel Handed Kassari a rose and kissed her cheek.
"Hey, what's this for?" She asked, sniffing the sweet fragrance.
"I just thought you deserved some pampering. For a change." He did not explain that he also was upset that no one else in their family had even emailed her congratulations. They treated her like a distant, poor relation taken in out of charity simply because Kassari was different. She would never be a warrior, spy or an assassin. Her skills in martial arts were not to the demanding standards the family imposed and she had a kind, romantic nature. They considered her a disgrace, although it would never be admitted.
Kassari threaded her arm through Joel's and he guided her to a limo.
"Wow, you really splurged didn't you?" Kassari was impressed.
"I wanted to." Joel glanced up as he handed her into the car, feeling a twinge of someone else's anger circle his aura. He sensed a presence lurking in a dark doorway across the street. 'Hisoka.' He determined grimly as he followed her into the car.
Kassari had a fantastic evening, Joel took her out to an expensive restaurant and then to a club for dancing. Never once aware of the dark presence watching over her. 'This is why she will never do well as a killer. This girl can be so oblivious to her surroundings it's scary.'
As Hisoka watched, he carefully controlled his aura, concealing it from the sensitive hunters. Kassari's date never once tried to steal a kiss or touch her in an improper fashion. He seemed more like an old friend or. . . relative. There were others that she danced with that were much more ardent in flirting with her. The only thing that held them back was her dangerous looking companion. Hisoka followed two of them into the restroom because of something he chanced to overhear as they walked by him.
"She is so hot. Think if I can peel her away from the guy with her I can get her to go to a hotel with me tonight?"
"I doubt it. You would probably have to slip her something and then sneak out."
"I could do that. I still have those pills that dissolve in alcohol."
The offender felt a small bump against his leg and turned to see who had bumped into him. He faced an evil, slant eyed man with teal hair. That was the last thing he ever saw.
Kassari returned to her hotel feeling exhilarated. It had been fun to dance with those cute guys. But she was completely exhausted too. She quickly got ready for bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Having completely forgotten Hisoka for a short time.
He watched her from her balcony satisfied that no one was with her. He extended his aura into a gentle caress that brushed down her cheek and neck and then withdrew to his own room to prepare for the next day.
That morning Kassari walked through he door for orientation, she had woken up very early, suddenly overcome with nerves as this was the long waited for day. She was the first to arrive and sat in the middle towards the wall. The others entered and soon the president entered as well. First Leorio and Kurapika lodged a complaint with the president regarding the disqualification of Killua and a lively debate ensued. Gon came in towards the end of the debate and swung Illumi around by the arm and ended the debate saying that it couldn't be helped but that Illumi was a no-good scoundrel and that he would retrieve Killua. Kassari admired his determination on the behalf of his friend and privately wished him all the luck he could get.
As the president and his assistant droned on and on about the history of the hunters and the rules and privileges that the hunters had, she started to day dream about Hisoka. How his skin would feel like satin beneath her hands how he would hold her and tell her he loved her. She sighed out loud and then caught herself. 'I am such an idiot. That man loves nothing but the thrill of the chase and maybe himself. What the hell am I thinking? Sure he is oh so sexy and mysterious, but I am not real sure he is sane.'
Kassari started to become anxious, her palms sweating and her heart thumping in her chest.
Hisoka watched her out of the corner of his eye, amused by her obviously growing agitation. He had other concerns though, mainly diffusing Illumi's intent to kill Gon.
Orientation was blessedly brief. Kassari stayed seated as the others began to leave. Leorio approached her with a cheerful smile and gave her a card with his contact information. She withdrew on of her own cards and handed it to him. Her small smile conveyed her uneasiness.
"See you around then." Leorio followed Kurapika out the door. He quickly glanced at the card in his hand. "Her Royal Highness, Princess Kassari Maslou. Check this out Kura. She's a princess. No wonder she wouldn't go out with me."
"I knew she was a princess. That's what the gold tattoo on her neck signifies and she refused to go out with you because Hisoka did not like it, not because of her title." Kurapika rolled his eyes because Leorio was so incredibly unobservant.
Hisoka finished his other business and returned to the meeting room. He approached a steady measuring look in his eyes. Kassari held his gaze, her eyes sparking in defiance. Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a leather collar with the word slave set into it in studs. Standing behind her, he fastened it around her slender neck. He ran his tongue in a thin line from the edge of the collar to her ear lobe. "Do not take this off for any reason." His tone was grim with a promise of retribution should she dare disobey. "Come on then." He said impatiently. "We are going to spend a little bit of time getting more thoroughly acquainted."
She followed him back to her hotel and was surprised when he unlocked the door next to her own room. When she stepped inside, she noticed that all of her belongings were neatly piled on the table just inside the door.
"Your room has been taken care of. You will be staying with me. Were ever I chose to go, you will share my room and if you are lucky my bed." He smirked. "My rules are as follows: You will follow all my directions without question immediately. You will be allowed access to your email on a daily basis, but all outgoing communications must be monitored by me. I will provide you with a cell phone that I will use to contact you and you will give me yours for now. The phone is programmed so that only outgoing call that can be made are to my own cell phone. Your phone will be returned to you at the termination of the 60 days. Hisoka paced across the room and back his face occasionally giving away a self-satisfied expression.
"You will attend me as I desire. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes sir." Kassari answered her back straight, eyes never wavering from his face. She did not allow herself to flinch from the graphic, sometimes abusive images on the surface of his mind.
Hisoka pulled out a chair and sat. "We will be leaving tomorrow." He propped his feet on the table. "Start a bath for me. My things are next to the tub. I have an appointment this afternoon and we will go shopping." His face revealed no expression and Kassari discovered that he learned to close his mind to her.
She quickly fled the room and shut the bathroom door. Her breath was starting to come in shallow, panicked pants and she gripped that edge of the elegant sink tightly. 'Just take deep breaths. He won't kill you, he wants to be entertained.' Starting to feel a little calmer, Kassari looked around and noticed how large the bathroom was for the first time.
The tub was a double whirlpool sunk into the floor surrounded by black marble. It could easily seat four people. The richness reminded her of her own suite at home. Placed on a rack nest to the tub was a selection of products. She started filling the tub with water and poured a generous amount of foaming bath oil into the steaming water. He smelled of sandalwood.
Entering behind the girl, Hisoka peeled off his clothes and dropped them casually on the floor. His figure was revealed to the princess in the mirrored wall behind the pool. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips and a hot blush crept over her cheeks. She could not look away from his lithe, muscular body.
"Ummhmm." Hisoka cleared his throat. "This is a little chilly, if you don't mind." He gestured towards the water, amusement rippled over his face as he enjoyed her embarrassment.
Kassari scrambled out of the way, carefully avoiding looking below his waist. She almost made it to the door when his voice stopped her.
"Stay." Hisoka beckoned to her. "Come over here and wash my back for me."
She slunk across the room and reluctantly picked up a wash cloth and his sandalwood soap. With timid strokes, she smoothed the cloth over his strong back. As her hands swept over his skin, she lost her nervousness and became mesmerized in the play of her fingers on his body.
Hisoka could feel her start to relax. She did not even notice that she had dropped the cloth and was touching him with her hands. He leaned into the touch, encouraging her to explore further.
I like it better when she is bold instead of frightened. It will work out much better that way for my future plans. "You have a gentle touch princess." He whispered. "A maddening touch." He turned and caught her lips with his, one hand sneaking into her hair to hold her as he skillfully plundered her mouth.
Kassari seemed lost in a haze, the only thing she was completely aware of was his mouth on hers. She didn't notice that he had pulled her into the water one arm wrapped around her waist and his hand still fisted in her hair. Or that her body was firmly pressed to his wet, hard figure.