Yay!! Finals are done!! So anyway. I will be updating with a couple of
chapters tonight.—Maybe, more if Ican. I have a new idea for a different
story in Naruto—also involving an OC character--- he he he—but she's just a
normal girl, I think it will be fun though, involves a character not
written about very often.--- If you get a chance check it out in a few
days.
The sleeping princess awakened to find herself alone in a darkened room. (How's that for a cliché?) A message was blinking on her TV announcing that she had a fight the next day. Quickly dressing she went to one of the public computer terminals arranged in a small room on her floor.
Kassari searched for information on her opponent, but could not discover much. Only that he was ambidextrous, preferred swords and was not a licensed hunter but did hire out as a mercenary.
When she logged into the hunter site, a pop-up box informed her that she had three new messages. All three were from her brother. While two just contained general news, in the third he asked her to accompany him on an expedition in a few weeks. He believed that the ancient ruins that his team was going to be excavating had some really nice treasures in them that she could help catalogue and identify. She sent on email back to her brother letting him know she was interested and would meet him in York Shin before the expedition left.
Looking at the date, she realized that her period of servitude to Hisoka would end in just three days. While she would miss Hisoka, she also felt the need to move on, she thought he was too much of a loner to want her around much longer anyway.
Kassari decided to get some food and wandered down to the café on the spectators level. There was a fairly large crowd moving in the halls. A couple of teenage girls that appeared to be groupies were watching a promo for her fight the next day.
"Wow, isn't that Enigma person cool!" One of the girls chirped to her friend.
"Yeah, hi movements are so deadly and precise. I wonder what he looks like under the mask."
"I bet he's really gorgeous. I wonder if we could meet him?"
A man dressed as a fighter came up behind them and cleared his throat.
"Hello ladies." The man had dark hair and a long scar on his face, his arms were tattooed and his sleeveless shirt showed off his large biceps. 'So you gals, want to meet Enigma, huh? If you want me to I could introduce you to him." He offered with a greasy looking smile.
Kassari was tempted to let the two girls be fooled into going with the lying lecher, but thought better of it. After all, it was her identity they were discussing.
She finished her meal and joined the group. The man stepped back to allow the pretty girl some space.
"Gee, do you really know Enigma? I thought he was Hisoka's sparring partner. How did you meet such an high level fighter?" She asked with innocent enthusiasm, the subtle insult imbedded in the question went was easily missed by the dimwitted fighter.
"Oh, we met a couple of weeks ago and went out partying a few times." He answered.
"Sure you did," Kassari responded, "and I am 102." She turned her back to him in dismissal.
"No, really I can prove it." The man said a little desperate at the thought of his easy prey escaping so quickly.
"How?" The girl turned back to face him.
"I'll call him up and you can talk to him yourself." He defended.
"Go ahead." The blond challenged him.
The impostor punched out some numbers on his cell phone. "Hey, Enigma, there is a girl here who is a fan of yours, can you talk to her for a minute?" He handed her the phone.
"Hi! I watched your last match against, ... oh what was his name? Really you don't remember either? How strange. It was Gospel! You impostor!" She turned off the phone and handed it back. "Come on girls, this guy is just trying to get in our pants." She turned and led the other two to the café. "Desserts on me! So do you girls have tickets for the match tomorrow?"
"No, we tried to buy them but they sold out too fast; Ya know?"
"Like, the guy that Enigma is fighting is really popular." The girl with the short brown hair said in a drawn out odd accent.
"Oh, I don't know anything about him." Kassari informed them in an enthusiastic tone. "What's the dirt?"
"Well, ya know," the other girl with wild black hair leaned in, "we talked to a couple of guys that have seen him up close and the said he is a total freak! He fights like a demon and uses two swords, but when the person he is fighting thinks he has blocked the attack, like, the guy's arm or sword changes shape or something. He has put a bunch of people in the hospital. "
"Wow, what a scary guy." Kassari pretended to shudder.
"Like, so true." Answered the brunette next to her. "He talks trash too, to piss off the other guy and the audience loves it."
"Hey, I have an idea of were I can get some tickets for you two, if you give me a second." The girl punched out a number on her phone for the concierge on the 200th floor. "Hi, this is Kassari Moslou.... Brenda, how are you today? ... Oh, great. Can I get two VIP passes for the big event tomorrow? ...." Sure, let me find out."
"Girls, what are your names?"
"I'm Stephi Hento and this is Jill Night." The brunette answered eagerly.
Kassari relayed the name, "Great can you have the passes brought down to the café on floor 19, section C? Thanks Brenda! You deserve a raise." She turned to the girls.
"Well, I got a couple of tickets for you. One of the attendants will be down with them in a minute."
"Awesome!" They answered in unison.
Ring... Ring... Ring. Her cell sang out. "I bet that is Hisoka." "Hello?" She answered.
"Where are you?" The man in question bit out with an angry growl.
She could tell just by the tension in his voice that he was vibrating with strong emotions. "I'm in the café downstairs getting something to eat."
"Stay there, I'll be down."
Kassari excused herself to the two girls and went to wait outside the door of the little shop.
Hisoka appeared before her suddenly. I was worried about you when I saw that you had left the suite." He said with a mocking smile. "Don't let it happen again." He put a finger under her chin to bring her eyes to him. His eyes were cold and hard, behind his light tone he was deadly serious. A chill went up her spine at the look contained in them.
"You do realize that our bet ends in three more days don't you?" She questioned him quietly.
"Kassari, don't anticipate the moment. Now go upstairs and prepare my bath." He ordered with a thin-lipped smirk.
The princess was annoyed and frustrated. She had not really expected more of a response, but she wanted one. Some clue that he would even think of her occasionally after she was gone. She stomped away letting her displeasure of his attitude show.
Hisoka followed her into the elevator, on the alert for the stalker. He intentionally was not going to tell her about Jai. He knew she would be upset when she found out, but that would work well in his plan to put some distance between them. Besides, soon he would have some other toys to play with.
Kassari was not allowed to get much sleep that night. Hisoka was on edge about something and was particularly feroscious in his love making that night; marking her with his teeth and lips. He finally seemed to exhaust himself, letting them both fall into a deep sleep.
Waking up early, the girl went to look for a quiet place to set up her shields and do some meditation to mentally prepare for her match that day. She soon found a peaceful spot in an indoor garden.
A figure cloaked in darkness, watched. The shadows of the early morning, hid him from view as her regarded the object of his obsession. Anticipation flowed through his blood in a tingle. He could only look; she was behind shields, beyond his touch. But she wouldn't always be out of reach. He had thought to approach her after the exam as soon as he could get her alone in the palace, however, she had not returned, so he was forced to go after her.
The stalker faded out of the room, stepping through the gray shadows. His rival was getting closer, now was not the right time to confront the interloper.
Hisoka felt the partially disguised aura retreating from the atrium. He growled, eyes narrowed. He could not sense Kassari's nen at all. He eased into the room. There she was, sitting in a lotus position, oblivious to the world in a meditative trance. He released his breath in a sigh; until that second he had not realized he was holding it. Her brother would never forgive him if Jai had got to her. Hisoka doubted he would forgive himself either.
"Kass... Hey Kass.." He projected to her, breaking through her meditation. "It's time to warm up. Come on."
The sleeping princess awakened to find herself alone in a darkened room. (How's that for a cliché?) A message was blinking on her TV announcing that she had a fight the next day. Quickly dressing she went to one of the public computer terminals arranged in a small room on her floor.
Kassari searched for information on her opponent, but could not discover much. Only that he was ambidextrous, preferred swords and was not a licensed hunter but did hire out as a mercenary.
When she logged into the hunter site, a pop-up box informed her that she had three new messages. All three were from her brother. While two just contained general news, in the third he asked her to accompany him on an expedition in a few weeks. He believed that the ancient ruins that his team was going to be excavating had some really nice treasures in them that she could help catalogue and identify. She sent on email back to her brother letting him know she was interested and would meet him in York Shin before the expedition left.
Looking at the date, she realized that her period of servitude to Hisoka would end in just three days. While she would miss Hisoka, she also felt the need to move on, she thought he was too much of a loner to want her around much longer anyway.
Kassari decided to get some food and wandered down to the café on the spectators level. There was a fairly large crowd moving in the halls. A couple of teenage girls that appeared to be groupies were watching a promo for her fight the next day.
"Wow, isn't that Enigma person cool!" One of the girls chirped to her friend.
"Yeah, hi movements are so deadly and precise. I wonder what he looks like under the mask."
"I bet he's really gorgeous. I wonder if we could meet him?"
A man dressed as a fighter came up behind them and cleared his throat.
"Hello ladies." The man had dark hair and a long scar on his face, his arms were tattooed and his sleeveless shirt showed off his large biceps. 'So you gals, want to meet Enigma, huh? If you want me to I could introduce you to him." He offered with a greasy looking smile.
Kassari was tempted to let the two girls be fooled into going with the lying lecher, but thought better of it. After all, it was her identity they were discussing.
She finished her meal and joined the group. The man stepped back to allow the pretty girl some space.
"Gee, do you really know Enigma? I thought he was Hisoka's sparring partner. How did you meet such an high level fighter?" She asked with innocent enthusiasm, the subtle insult imbedded in the question went was easily missed by the dimwitted fighter.
"Oh, we met a couple of weeks ago and went out partying a few times." He answered.
"Sure you did," Kassari responded, "and I am 102." She turned her back to him in dismissal.
"No, really I can prove it." The man said a little desperate at the thought of his easy prey escaping so quickly.
"How?" The girl turned back to face him.
"I'll call him up and you can talk to him yourself." He defended.
"Go ahead." The blond challenged him.
The impostor punched out some numbers on his cell phone. "Hey, Enigma, there is a girl here who is a fan of yours, can you talk to her for a minute?" He handed her the phone.
"Hi! I watched your last match against, ... oh what was his name? Really you don't remember either? How strange. It was Gospel! You impostor!" She turned off the phone and handed it back. "Come on girls, this guy is just trying to get in our pants." She turned and led the other two to the café. "Desserts on me! So do you girls have tickets for the match tomorrow?"
"No, we tried to buy them but they sold out too fast; Ya know?"
"Like, the guy that Enigma is fighting is really popular." The girl with the short brown hair said in a drawn out odd accent.
"Oh, I don't know anything about him." Kassari informed them in an enthusiastic tone. "What's the dirt?"
"Well, ya know," the other girl with wild black hair leaned in, "we talked to a couple of guys that have seen him up close and the said he is a total freak! He fights like a demon and uses two swords, but when the person he is fighting thinks he has blocked the attack, like, the guy's arm or sword changes shape or something. He has put a bunch of people in the hospital. "
"Wow, what a scary guy." Kassari pretended to shudder.
"Like, so true." Answered the brunette next to her. "He talks trash too, to piss off the other guy and the audience loves it."
"Hey, I have an idea of were I can get some tickets for you two, if you give me a second." The girl punched out a number on her phone for the concierge on the 200th floor. "Hi, this is Kassari Moslou.... Brenda, how are you today? ... Oh, great. Can I get two VIP passes for the big event tomorrow? ...." Sure, let me find out."
"Girls, what are your names?"
"I'm Stephi Hento and this is Jill Night." The brunette answered eagerly.
Kassari relayed the name, "Great can you have the passes brought down to the café on floor 19, section C? Thanks Brenda! You deserve a raise." She turned to the girls.
"Well, I got a couple of tickets for you. One of the attendants will be down with them in a minute."
"Awesome!" They answered in unison.
Ring... Ring... Ring. Her cell sang out. "I bet that is Hisoka." "Hello?" She answered.
"Where are you?" The man in question bit out with an angry growl.
She could tell just by the tension in his voice that he was vibrating with strong emotions. "I'm in the café downstairs getting something to eat."
"Stay there, I'll be down."
Kassari excused herself to the two girls and went to wait outside the door of the little shop.
Hisoka appeared before her suddenly. I was worried about you when I saw that you had left the suite." He said with a mocking smile. "Don't let it happen again." He put a finger under her chin to bring her eyes to him. His eyes were cold and hard, behind his light tone he was deadly serious. A chill went up her spine at the look contained in them.
"You do realize that our bet ends in three more days don't you?" She questioned him quietly.
"Kassari, don't anticipate the moment. Now go upstairs and prepare my bath." He ordered with a thin-lipped smirk.
The princess was annoyed and frustrated. She had not really expected more of a response, but she wanted one. Some clue that he would even think of her occasionally after she was gone. She stomped away letting her displeasure of his attitude show.
Hisoka followed her into the elevator, on the alert for the stalker. He intentionally was not going to tell her about Jai. He knew she would be upset when she found out, but that would work well in his plan to put some distance between them. Besides, soon he would have some other toys to play with.
Kassari was not allowed to get much sleep that night. Hisoka was on edge about something and was particularly feroscious in his love making that night; marking her with his teeth and lips. He finally seemed to exhaust himself, letting them both fall into a deep sleep.
Waking up early, the girl went to look for a quiet place to set up her shields and do some meditation to mentally prepare for her match that day. She soon found a peaceful spot in an indoor garden.
A figure cloaked in darkness, watched. The shadows of the early morning, hid him from view as her regarded the object of his obsession. Anticipation flowed through his blood in a tingle. He could only look; she was behind shields, beyond his touch. But she wouldn't always be out of reach. He had thought to approach her after the exam as soon as he could get her alone in the palace, however, she had not returned, so he was forced to go after her.
The stalker faded out of the room, stepping through the gray shadows. His rival was getting closer, now was not the right time to confront the interloper.
Hisoka felt the partially disguised aura retreating from the atrium. He growled, eyes narrowed. He could not sense Kassari's nen at all. He eased into the room. There she was, sitting in a lotus position, oblivious to the world in a meditative trance. He released his breath in a sigh; until that second he had not realized he was holding it. Her brother would never forgive him if Jai had got to her. Hisoka doubted he would forgive himself either.
"Kass... Hey Kass.." He projected to her, breaking through her meditation. "It's time to warm up. Come on."