"I can't escape. What should I do?" he thought to himself as Hisoka spoke "Okay, that's enough talk. Let us prepare for battle. Resume." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Gon jumped up towards him, prepared to do whatever it took to damage Hisoka. "If I can't escape him, I'll go to him!" Gon wasn't sure what exactly the expression on Hisoka's face was, but he didn't care. All that mattered was doing as much damage as he possibly could. He knew that he had no chance of beating the magician, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. His fist connected with Hisoka's face and Gon proceeded to repeatedly jab the man as hard and as quickly as he possibly could. He didn't know why Hisoka had suddenly stopped moving and was letting him make contact, but Gon wasn't about to waste the opportunity he had been given. He was concentrating on his next move, feeling the rush of the fight and he just barely heard Hisoka make the strangest noise he had ever heard. It sounded...happy? Gon ignored the noise, grabbed Hisoka's hair with one hand, and proceeded to kick Hisoka in the face. A few seconds later, Hisoka drew Gon back in again for a punch across the face and dominated the rest of the fight.

Gon sighed, mentally replaying the events from the arena as he walked around the town. He felt dissatisfied; he felt as though he hadn't done enough in his fight. He could still clearly recall what Hisoka had said to him when he finished. "You've made incredible progress. But you lack experience. About ten more fights and you should stand a better chance. If we're in Heaven's Arena at least. I will not fight you here again. Next time, we'll fight in the real world, without any rules to restrain us."

" Gon, Gon! Good, you're so good. Those eyes. That look. That spirit. Ooooooohhh. I can't wait to break you. But not yet. More...Until I can no longer bear to ruin you. Once you've matured... Until you've reached soaring new heights. I must wait." Hisoka sighed ecstatically as he mentally replayed the fight that had occurred mere hours ago. Gon was so good, Gon had so much raw potential, and Hisoka shivered at the thought of how Gon would be once he matured. Ahhhhhhhh Hisoka groaned as he envisioned those resolute brown eyes, sparked with the desire to do whatever it took to land any kind of attack on Hisoka. I need to find a way to calm down, he thought to himself as he realized how much that fight had excited him. He wanted to see blood...Hisoka walked out of the tower, letting his bloodlust aura stretch around him, causing new contestants to tremble from his power. He wandered on the outskirts of town looking for any person anywhere that he could slash. Who knew, maybe he would get lucky and find someone strong. Hisoka wondered for about an hour looking for anyone that could have any chance of possibly sating his desires, when he saw him also wondering around. Hisoka groaned; there was no way he could wait now. Although...his desires had shifted from wanting to see blood to wanting to see something else...

Gon kicked a can out of frustration; why did the referee count that block? He had missed his opportunity injure Hisoka. The can hit a brick wall and Gon looked up, realizing he was in some sort of alley. He had barely been paying attention to where he was going and now he had no idea as to his location. He sighed, feeling like an idiot for getting lost. It would only take a few minutes before he would be able to sniff out the correct path though. All of a sudden, Gon felt a chill creep down his spine. He thought...he thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a hint of bloodlust in the air. He looked around nervously; what was this feeling? He looked to his left, to his right, and then backed up a little.

"Looking for something ?" a silky voice asked and Gon jumped from surprise. Hisoka was crouched next to him on his left, holding his hand to his face in a thoughtful position. Gon automatically swung his foot out for a kick, but the Hisoka wasn't there anymore. "Maybe I can help ," Hisoka said from his right, crouched down in the same position. Gon jumped again, but didn't attack. He wanted to stay as focused on Hisoka as possible. "Ah, those eyes... " Hisoka groaned, suddenly right in front of Gon's face. "You poor thing...you have no idea what's going to happen, do you ?" Gon jumped backwards, not sure what was going on. "I thought you weren't going to fight me here again." Hisoka smiled and let out a malicious giggle. "But Gon, I'm not done with you yet ." Hisoka punched Gon in the face, relishing the feeling of the skin on skin contact.

Gon staggered back, annoyed with himself for not blocking that punch. He ran up to kick Hisoka in the face, but the magician easily dodged, and knocked him to the ground. Not to be deterred, Gon got up again and went for another kick from the other leg. Hisoka grabbed him by the throat and grinned. Gon struggled, kicking his legs as he tried to undo Hisoka's hands from his throat. "I like that look ," the magician muttered, before shoving Gon against the brick wall. "Ah!" Gon let out a small yelp. Hisoka's eyes widened "Ahhh, I love that sound ,"Hisoka said, grinning as he watched Gon struggle. Hisoka let go of Gon's throat, only to grab him by his wrists and slam him against the wall again, hoping for another yelp from Gon. Gon did not disappoint. "Ah!" he yelped again, as the back of his head of the wall. Hisoka let go of his wrists and smiled. Strangely enough, Gon did not fall. He looked at his hand in confusion. Hisoka smiled, appreciating the confused look on Gon's face. "Gon... " the magician whispered, letting the word flow over his lips. "Use Gyo ." Gon's eyes widened as he thought of their fight and what those words meant. He concentrated and saw that the sticky aura was also around the wrists of both of his hands. When did he even do that? Gon thought to himself, mentally kicking himself for not using Gyo earlier.

Hisoka bent his face down until he was looking Gon in the eyes and echoed the thought he had given him during the fight. "Even if you had used Gyo earlier, what would you have been able to do about it ?" he breathed in his silky voice. Gon stared back defiantly, unable to answer the question. Hisoka took one of his fingers and ran it down the length of Gon's arm and back up again. Gon shivered; the close contact with this man was both terrifying and exhilarating. Hisoka repeated the motion on Gon's other arm and smiled. "I have a feeling that this will be very very fun ." Gon glared at him. "What will be very very fun? How am I supposed to fight you when I'm pinned down by your aura?" Hisoka let out another malicious giggle.

"This is a different kind of fight from the one in the arena. This time, you'll be fighting your own body ."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Brown eyes angrily stared at Hisoka, completely unsure of what was going on.

Hisoka's fingers traveled up the teen's arm, up his neck, and rested under his chin. Hisoka brought his face even closer to Gon's.

"Then tell me this...what are you trembling from? Fear or excitement? You see... " Hisoka let his fingers run down and back up Gon's arm, "You got me all excited during that fight. I was looking for a way to calm down, but then I saw you again. So I decided that I wasn't done with you yet ." By the time he finished, his voice was barely above a whisper.