"Jun-chan, I'm leaving."
Jun mumbled something inaudible into the pillow, not yet ready to drag herself out of bed. The sun was shining into the room through the enormous window, but Jun just pulled up the blankets further. Before sleeping, she'd changed the sheets and made Hisoka promise not to dirty them again, and then she proceeded to pass out for the night. While she didn't feel the pain of broken arms, it seemed her body still recognized shock, and she had retired early.
"Be sure to tie yourself to the bed before I return."
Jun grunted in response, lifting her face from the sheets just in time to see red hair disappear behind her door. She groaned, rolling over. Hisoka always got up early and left, she never knew where or why and had never bothered asking. What he did during the day was his own business.
She rolled again, falling out of bed with a loud thump, blankets toppling over her head. She stood up and stretched, using the corner of the bed to arch her back, reaching her arms out as far as they could. Maybe she could go out today, too.
She frowned, remembering Hisoka's parting words. "How am I supposed to know when you come back?" she mumbled to herself as she swung her hair up, sticking a pin through it. Yawning, she plucked Hisoka's clothes, as well as her own, from the floor and tossed them onto the bed. She scratched her head, pulling the laundry basket out from under the bed before swiping all the clothes inside. Jun had been awake a total of five minutes and she was already bored.
"Hisoka!" she called towards the door, but of course, received no answer. He was already long gone. She sighed, and plopped down onto the bed. She tried to remember what she did when Hisoka wasn't around. "Shopping?" she asked herself, standing up. It was time to get dressed.
As a floormaster, Jun owned the whole floor; but it was often too big a space for just herself. An entire room was devoted to clothes, but she only really wore clothes that allowed her to be comfortable. She pulled on a pair of black high waisted shorts, slinging on a brown belt, and pulling on a low cut turquoise tank top. Swiping her favorite oversized black and pink cherry blossom haori off a hanger, she snatched up a purse, tossed in a handful Jenny from a drawer, and stepped into a pair of heeled boots before heading out the door.
She kicked her foot backwards, stopping the door, and popped back in to pluck her keys off the table before heading to the elevator. She expected to head all the way down to the bottom, but the elevator paused on the 200th floor, and the doors opened, revealing a young boy dressed in a flashy green outfit.
"Good morning!" he greeted brightly.
Jun blinked a few times, wondering if there was anyone else in the elevator that he could be greeting. "Oh, good morning," she greeted in return, smiling upon realizing that he had been speaking to her. It wasn't very often that people were nice .
"You came from upstairs, right?" he asked, pointing to the ceiling as the doors closed.
Jun nodded. "235," she told him.
"Wow, you're a floormaster!" the boy said excitedly, beaming. "You must be really strong!"
Jun laughed a little, waving him off. "Not in particular. Just got lucky with my matches, I guess. Are you trying to be a floormaster, little one?"
"Gon," he said, grinning. "Gon Freecss."
Freecss? Where had Jun heard that last name before?
"And no, I don't want to be a floormaster. I'm here to challenge someone and return a favor."
Jun laughed. "Oh really? That sounds fun. Train hard. I'm sure you can do it," she told him, and actually meant it. The world was filled with a lot of bad people, and Jun could normally sense that sort of thing just by feeling their nen for a few minutes, but there was something different about this boy. Something pure and innocent that she hadn't seen in a long time.
"I will!" Gon assured her. The elevator hit the bottom floor, a bell ringing with a soft ping, and the doors opened. "Oh, I never got your name!"
"Sekihara Jun," she said, and Gon grinned.
"It was nice to meet you, Jun-san!"
"Just Jun is fine," but Gon had already darted out of the elevator. She sighed to herself, smiling. It was rare to meet a child with such innocence; it gave her hope in this boring world. She took a breath and suppressed her aura. Zetsu. She hated when people in the lobby noticed her, and talked down to her, or challenged her; it was all too boring already. She passed through the busy lobby without as much of a glance.
"Oy, who's that?" Killua asked Gon, gesturing to the woman leaving. Her outfit was flashy, or rather, sketchy, what with the oversized black haori and bright colored shirt. It was like she was trying to draw attention to herself and divert attention away from herself at the same time. Killua had seen Gon leave the elevator and he could have sworn that woman was with him.
"Who?" Gon asked, glancing to where Killua had been pointing, but there was no one there.
Killua frowned. She had moved quite quickly, and he couldn't sense her aura. "Nevermind." He shrugged. Maybe next time.
Jun glanced backwards. She thought that someone had spotted her, but she was met with a sea of anonymous faces. She shrugged. Maybe she had just imagined it. No one could sense her when she was using zetsu. She released it, figuring it didn't matter anyway.
She opened her purse and scanned through her cash. She had enough money to purchase a small island, but was tired of clothes. Jun turned again, eyes scanning the crowd. A flash of green caught her eye and she watched Gon leave with a silver haired friend. She checked her phone for the time. She hadn't tracked someone for fun in a while.
She stepped forward, ready to evaporate into zetsu, but nearly crashed into someone.
"Making trouble?" Machi asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Jun grinned sheepishly. "No way." She glanced back, and the two boys were out of sight, and she frowned.
"Don't lie to me, Jun," Machi sighed.
"What're you doing here anyway? Aren't you working?" Jun asked. "How'd you find me?"
"Too many questions," Machi said, waving her off. "And I saw that weird look on your face. I know your stalker face. Just because you're a cute girl doesn't mean it's any less creepy."
Jun fake gasped, poking Machi's shoulder. "I'm not creepy!"
"You were about to stalk someone, Jun. Take a second to think about that."
Jun pouted, knowing that Machi was right. She knew that she had a tendency to become obsessed with new, interesting things to the point of exhaustion. Life was so boring sometimes that anything interesting sparked a new fire in her. She was like a crow, collecting shiny things for her nest.
"Don't you have work?" Jun asked as she and Machi headed out of the arena. She was actually glad to have run into her today. "I'm sure there are lots of other holes for spiders to crawl in."
"Hisoka said to never talk to you again."
Jun laughed. "Uwah, you disobeeeeeyed."
"You disobeyed! You kissed him, didn't you?" Machi countered and Jun grinned again. Machi sighed. "You got me in trouble. I'm going to charge you another fifty million for not keeping your mouth shut."
"Oy, Hisoka was supposed to pay—"
"Cash," Machi said, holding out her hand. When Jun didn't hand her money right away, Machi flicked her wrist and Jun sighed, digging out a handful of money from her purse and slapping it into Machi's hands. "Try not to talk to him about what we talk about, Jun. You're one of the only people I know outside the spiders but if word gets out about it, you'll be killed."
"That'd be bad," Jun said, grinning. "But at least if I die, it'll be painless."
"Comforting," Machi replied, rolling her eyes. "This isn't a joke, Jun. If anything happens, I'm not going to be able to save you."
Jun shrugged, not seeming particularly interested. "If I die, at least it won't be painful," she said, grinning. "You know I hate pain."
"I do know," Machi sighed. It bothered her when Jun wasn't serious about death. As someone who had been a part of the Genei Ryodan since it's creation, Machi walked with death. She understood it, she accepted it. There was a method to her madness. But Machi could never see Jun's method, only her madness. She couldn't help but wonder what it was that Jun had gone through in the past to make her the way she was.
However, now was not the time to talk about it. She decided to change the subject. "Do you want to shop?"
"You took all my money."
"Then you can watch me shop."
"Fun," Jun replied, grinning. Jun didn't have many friends, so Machi knew that she was always happy to spend time with another human being. The only problem with that was that no matter how much Jun wanted to spend time with other people, after a certain amount of time, she became bored with them and distanced herself. Hisoka had been the only person that she had stayed in contact with for a long period of time. Machi was a close second, but then again, they hadn't known each other for very long. Machi wondered if Jun would get bored of her one day.
"I made a new friend," Jun said, her voice snapping Machi out of her thoughts.
"Oh?"
"A boy."
"Aren't you already sleeping with Hisoka? I didn't know you were so greedy, Jun."
Jun waved her hand. "No, not like that! A young boy! Like twelve years old! He seemed nice. Totally not boring. I was going to track him."
"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe that's why you get bored of people?" Machi asked. Jun perked, listening. "Because you get to know them without actually getting to know them? You're good at following people, so you learn things about them and they don't get to know you. It's not a two way street."
"But it's more fun that way," Jun argued, puffing out her cheeks. "Every person I know I've followed. Except you, Machi."
"Good," Machi said, truly relieved. She was more involved with Troupe things than Hisoka, as Hisoka barely showed up to anything. If Jun had followed her, one of the other members was bound to catch on, and she would have been killed. That was something Machi didn't want to see. "And see how we're friends? That's how you should make friends, Jun, by making them." Jun grinned, and Machi made a face. "What?"
"You said we were friends," Jun said, shrugging. "That's the first time you've said that."
Machi flushed, waving her off. "Well, of course we're friends!" Machi told her. "You think I'd come rescue you from your crazy nighttime festivities if we weren't friends? I only provide services to the other spiders, you know."
"Uwah, I'm lucky to have a good friend like you, then," she said, smiling.
"Do you have any fights lined up soon?" Machi asked, changing the subject as they approached the shopping center. She kept her hair down and wore different outfits in public. The last thing she needed was someone recognizing her.
Jun shrugged. "They haven't told me anything. I don't want to fight."
"You have to defend your title, you know," Machi reasoned.
"Booooring," Jun groaned, mussing her hair. "Everyone I fight is so boring! I don't know why people challenge me; the other floormasters seem more fun to fight than me. And I don't want to fight boring people."
"You're a floormaster for a reason."
"You think if we fought, it'd be fun?" Jun asked, smiling at Machi. Machi frowned at the glint in Jun's eyes. It was the same fire that burned in Hisoka; Jun just wanted a challenge.
"It'd be boring," Machi assured her.
"Huh? Why?" Jun asked, genuinely confused. The sparkle in her eyes disappeared as she waited for Machi to answer.
"Because I know your power," Machi reminded her. "Once you know someone's nen, it's easier to counter."
"So, you're saying I'd beat you."
Machi ignored the vein in her head that wanted to burst, remaining calm. She wouldn't let Jun get her way. "It'd be the other way around."
Jun leapt forward and turned to face her. "Wanna settle it once and for all? We can use fifty percent of our strength."
"I'd rather you not die," Machi said, ignoring Jun and the glances she was getting from passersby. She strolled right past Jun, who frowned, but followed her. "And I don't use 'percentages' as accurately as you. If we fought, I'd be at a hundred percent, Jun."
"You think you could kill me?" Jun asked, not as a challenge this time, but rather as an innocent question. She simply wanted to know the answer. She wanted to know what Machi thought, and Machi wanted to give it to her straight.
"That's the point," Machi started, turning to face her, the two of them stopping in the middle of the hustle and bustle of people. "I don't want to kill you. I said you and I were friends, and I meant it, Jun. I don't want to fight, because I think if we do, one of us will die."
Jun paused for a moment, processing what Machi said. Then she smiled, the corners of her eyes creasing happily. Then, in the most honest, sincere tone, Jun answered, "I think it'd be me."
"We'll never know," Machi told her, and turned, starting to walk again.
Jun caught up with her, walking beside her. "Where do you want to go?" she asked, glancing around at the different shops. Machi wasn't sure if she was purposely changing the subject, or if she was simply being her innocent self.
"I was actually thinking of getting a new dress," Machi answered, ducking into a tiny boutique. They were the only two customers. Jun plucked the first price tag she saw on a simple sky blue blouse. The fabric was soft, like it would crumble in her hand if she grasped it too tightly.
"Fifty million," she mumbled to herself. "Not as bad as I thought."
Machi pulled a dress off the rack, holding it against her body. It was a stark black three-fourths sleeve fitted dress with a simple brown belt around the waist. "Is this nice?"
"It's just a black dress," Jun answered, sitting on one of the seat cushions.
"It's actually woven from the silk very rare ten-legged spider," the worker piped from her place at the register. She was primped like a porcelain doll, with pastel make up and her blonde hair done exactly right, not a strand out of place. Even her tone of voice was robotic. "Currently, there exists only twenty of that spider in the world, and the silk it spins is characterized by being the purest form of black; it absolutely absorbs all color. That dress is the only of its kind; it took over fifteen years to make."
"You had me at 'spider,'" Machi said with a smile, pulling out her credit card without even bothering to look at the price.
"Uwah, interesting," Jun said, really meaning it. Even Machi found it surprising that Jun would express such a thought; she normally only commented that things were boring.
"You can't have the dress," Machi told her, making a face, and Jun waved her off.
"I don't want it. I don't wear dresses," Jun laughed. "Do the spiders make any other things?"
"Unfortunately, no," the worker answered flatly. By the way Jun was dressed, the worker did not seem interested in anything Jun had to say.
"Bummer," Jun said, shrugging, already forgetting about it.
"You aren't going to look around?" Machi asked as the worker rang her up.
"Nah, I don't have my credit card," Jun said. She already seemed disinterested in shopping. "I have enough clothes. I don't even wear half of them."
Machi just shrugged. Even though Jun wasn't interested in the store anymore, didn't meant that Machi was just going to let today's events fall into Jun's pace. So, she spent the day dragging Jun along to the most expensive boutiques around the city.
"I'm hungry," Jun whined after a few hours. She shielded her face from the sun. "And it's hot. Can we go inside and eat?"
"I don't want to eat French fries and ice cream," Machi complained, frowning. "I will literally pay for us to go somewhere that does not serve french fries and ice cream. Literally anywhere else, Jun."
"Ugh, can we just go somewhere where there's something else you can order?" Jun argued and Machi sighed. She had dragged Jun around all day. Maybe she could offer a compromise.
"Fine, let's flip a coin."
"I'm not a spider," Jun said, making sure that her voice was low. "I don't flip coins."
"Fine," Machi sighed. "A bar, then. They serve fries and ice cream and other food that normal humans eat."
"I don't like bars," Jun said, but Machi was already heading over to the nearest bar, and Jun was forced to follow. At least there was going to be fries. Machi placed herself down in one of the booths across a massive flat screen television, and Jun scooted in next to her.
She took a deep breath and Machi thought Jun was going to sigh and complain. "Fries and ice cream!" Jun roared, attracting all the attention in the bar.
"Jun!" Machi hissed, trying to hide her face.
The work staff seemed to recognize her and immediately rushed into the kitchen, calling out her order. "Lovely," Jun said happily, clapping her hands with a grin. She turned to Machi and looked surprised, as though forgetting she was there. "Oh, what did you want to eat?"
"I'll order myself," Machi told her as the eyes moved off them. She was about to give Jun a scolding. "Hey, look," she said, nudging Jun to look at the television.
Jun turned to the flat screen to see her face. "Oh, it's me," she stated, poking her nose. The Jun in the television was standing on a white stone arena, her black haori floating around her. A short sword was attached to her hip. The camera panned around to her opponent, a shirtless, burly man at least triple her size wielding twin blades. Jun squinted. "Uwah. Who's that?"
Machi couldn't help but laugh a little. "You don't remember your own fight?"
"When was this?" Jun asked, more to herself than to anyone in particular.
"And now, the fight you've all been waiting for!" called the announcer. "The main event of the evening, Leviathan versus Sekihara Jun! This is Kymaera here providing all your Heavens Arena play-by-play needs!"
"That announcer always made me a little crazy," Jun laughed. She turned to Machi. "Did you see the fight? I don't even remember this guy. Why are they showing reruns of fights?"
"I was away when this happened," Machi told her. "If you were having a live fight, I would have definitely been there."
The referee announced the rules – ten point system, first to ten or KO wins – and the match began. The large man thrust a finger at her. "Get ready, Sekihara! I'm gonna be the one to take your floor!" he roared, and was met with a rumble of cheers from the audience. He flexed, showing off his bulging muscles, inciting more cheers from the audience.
"Oh, and it looks like Leviathan has started this match with a provocation!" cried Kymaera.
Jun rolled her eyes as an entire handcart full of trays of French fries was rolled to their table. More waiters brought out a basin of ice cream and Jun grinned, clapping her hands together.
"Itadakimasu," she said, and scooped up a handful of fries, already seeming disinterested in her own fight that was playing on television. People stared at her as they realized that the woman on screen was sitting in the same bar as they were, shoveling her face with junk food. They seemed to not know how to react, whispering amongst themselves. But Jun was oblivious.
Jun didn't look particularly amused; her brow was actually creased in what looked like annoyance. She turned to the referee, hands on her hips. "Can I forfeit?" she asked, lifting a hand to scratch her head. The referee just stared at her for a moment, not sure if he had heard her right.
"Did I just hear right?" Kymaera asked the stadium. "Did the floormaster just ask to forfeit?"
Leviathan burst out laughing, even needing to raise a finger to wipe the tears from his eyes. The referee turned to Jun. "Sekihara-san—"
"Just Jun is fine," she interrupted. She glanced around as though looking for someone. Anyone who saw Sekihara Jun fight knew that the same referee normally dealt with her, a man with an eyepatch. "Where is Tan-san?"
"—if you forfeit the match, it will count as your loss. You'll lose your floor and title here as a floormaster," the referee, explained, not wanting to end the match without her understanding the consequences. He had heard that Sekihara Jun was a handful, but he hadn't been expecting this. He didn't think Tanaka would stick him in this situation.
Jun frowned, already forgetting about being ignored regarding her favorite referee. "Damn, I kinda like my house. I don't have anywhere else to live."
"Are you so afraid of me that you are thinking of forfeiting before the match even begins?" Leviathan bellowed, trying to make a show.
"What a butthole," Jun said, chomping on a French fry as Machi ordered a club sandwich. It was like Jun was watching her own fight for the first time, instead of remembering that she had experienced it. She was the one fighting, after all, yet she seemed interested in the outcome as though she didn't already know.
Jun sighed exasperatedly, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I have a meeting with a friend, he's back in town like, right this second, and I would rather go see him than kill you," Jun told him. She waved her hand arbitrarily. "This match would be really boring for the both of us. Can you forfeit?"
A vein in Leviathan's head looked like it was going to burst at her statement, and the referee turned back to Jun. "Will you continue to fight?"
Before Jun could answer, Leviathan flew across the arena, cranking his arm back for a punch. Jun slid out of the way with a hair's width to spare as he crushed the stone where she had been standing. She hopped across the arena, hands in the pockets of her haori, unscathed and uninterested.
"Oh, and it begins! Ready for blood, Leviathan doesn't wait one second for Jun's answer!" Kymaera called. "How will Jun respond?"
Jun touched her cheek, where the speed of Leviathan's punch whizzing by had cut her skin. Leviathan turned and grinned manically. "You better get off your fucking high horse, Sekihara! Next time, it'll be your head!"
Jun groaned, flicking the blood off her fingers. Then she disappeared, and reappeared, standing on Leviathan's forearm. The camera caught her swiftly hiss something into his ear, but didn't catch the words, only Leviathan's eyes widening. She disappeared again, this time reappearing on the arena floor where she had originally been standing. The camera zoomed in on her smiling face, her darkened eyes piercing into the lens.
"Did anyone hear that?" Kymaera asked the audience. "It appears Jun said something to Leviathan! What could that have been?"
"What did you say?" Machi asked, furrowing her brows. If she had been there, maybe she would have heard it, but even on camera, it was too quick and soundless for her to have read her lips. Machi had seen Jun's eyes darken before, but never this deep blue. She could have sworn that they were almost black.
Jun shrugged. Machi expected Jun to say that she didn't know, but instead, Jun grinned. "Secret."
"Okay," Jun said, scratching her nose with a finger. "Give me a number between one and thirty, because since you won't forfeit, that's the percentage of my strength I'm going to use to kill you. Any number! You can say one percent if you want, and we'll have a super fun match, or sixty, and I'll kill you in two seconds. The world is yours!"
Leviathan's face creased in rage and his nen exploded all around him, thick and venomous like volcanic sulfur. "You dare mock me?" he roared. "You think I will lose to a tiny woman like you?" Jun didn't respond, instead kept smiling. "You weak woman! You think you can do whatever you want and say whatever you want just because you won a floor on dumb luck?"
Jun puffed her cheeks out, shrugging, her hands still in her pocket. "Okay then, Levia-san, how about you just guess the percentage I need to use to make your head roll. I'm only guesstimating though, so I'll take a number close to it, like one higher or one lower."
Leviathan, fed up with her nonchalant attitude flew at her full speed. "And there he goes!" Kymaera announced. "Leviathan makes the first move again! What will Jun—"
Jun whipped out the short sword from her waist and drive it straight through Leviathan's eye. She stopped at the end of the optic nerve and slice across his face, taking out his other eye. Blood sprayed onto her face and clothes, and all she did was smile.
"Oh!" Kymaera cried, slamming her hands on the table, the boom echoing in the giant arena. "Now that's what I call a counter!"
Jun ripped the sword out from Leviathan's face, spun around and slammed her foot into his temple. Leviathan flew across the arena, slamming into the wall, the stone crumbling around him like he were a meteor that had struck the earth.
Jun flicked the blood off her sword, pulling off the eyeball stuck on it. She tossed it to the referee, who backed away from it. "What's that, a clean hit and knockdown?" she asked, smiling brightly through the crimson blood that dirtied her face. She didn't even bother to wipe it off.
The referee was shaking in his boots. "It's a TK—"
"But it's not a TKO," Jun told him before he could finish Her voice was completely calm, and she remained smiling, but the referee still seemed uneasy, sweat forming on his brow. He seemed to be unable to decide whether or not to let the match continue and live, or end the match and accept his death. "Lookie." She pointed to where she had kicked him, and the referee saw a large figure standing in the dust. "He's still standing. I can have fun, then, right?"
"C-clean hit, knockdown, Sekihara Jun, two points," the referee announced, and Jun smiled.
"Thank you," she said, hopping off the stone mats towards Leviathan. She looked back and the referee and smiled. "I get to let you live."
It looked like she was going for a Sunday morning stroll, she had sheathed her sword and stuffed her hands back in her pockets. The entire arena roared with cheers as Leviathan's body shook. She stopped two feet in front of Leviathan, looking up at him with a smile.
"What percentage?" she asked, and he startled, not realizing that she has in front of him. He raised a fist to punch her, but she blocked it with one arm, twisted around, and pulled it in the opposite direction, breaking it backwards. Leviathan howled in pain, and she pulled further, the broken bone protruding out of his skin.
"I said, what percentage?" Jun asked again, still smiling.
Leviathan didn't seem to hear her, instead screaming in pain, clutching his arm. Jun sighed. "You know, Levia-san, I don't like when people don't pay attention to me when I'm talking to them," she told him. She held up three fingers. "I'm going to give you to three to guess the right answer. Shall I count for you, since you can't see me put my fingers down?"
"Now this is grade A torture! This is bloodshed!" Kymaera cried excitedly.
"One," Jun said, putting down one finger. Leviathan swung at the source of her voice with his good hand and she leapt over it with ease, crashing down on his fingers. She stomped hard, shattering the bones in his hand as he screamed manically, trying to rip his hand out from under her feet, but to no avail. "Two."
"I'm sorry," Leviathan screamed, desperately trying to pull out his hand. "Spare me! Spare me!"
"Bzzt," she said, sounding off like a buzzer. "That wasn't even a number, you silly bear. Thanks for playing!"
And in one swift movement, she tore out her sword and blood sprayed as she split his chest open. Blood rained on Jun like a storm and Leviathan collapsed, dead. She didn't bother wiping her face off, but cleaned her blade on the inside of her haori that had been untouched by blood. She sheathed her sword with a soft click.
The referee crossed his hands, still visibly shaking on camera. "TKO!"
"Ladies and gentlemen! Without even using her special ability, the match is over! Heavens Arena, this is your floormaster, Sekihara Juuuuuun!" Kymaera called, and the audience erupted into thunderous cheers, the entire arena shaking with the sound.
She kicked his head slightly, not even seeming fazed by the audience's racket. "Ten percent."
"Uwah, I didn't see that coming," Jun laughed, scooping ice cream into her mouth. A large amount of customers had fled from the bar, not wanting to see the gore or be in Jun's presence. She applauded, grinning. "Good fight, good fight! I'm cool, huh?"
Machi could only stare at the television as the Jun on screen sauntered out of the arena, unaffected. That had been the first time she had seen Jun fight and it was a lot more gruesome than she had thought it was going to be. With a short sword at her hip and a face that spilled rainbows and sunshine, Jun seemed a lot darker than Machi thought. Where did all this bloodlust and malice come from?
"I think that might have been my most recent fight," Jun said, seeming as though she remembered the fight a little from the video playback. "Like, eight months ago or something. I don't like fighting."
Machi just hummed in response, not sure if she could ever unsee that fight. She had seen a lot of terrible things in this world, but that sort of terrible thing coming from a girl like Jun was one of the most haunting things she had ever experienced.
"Hisoka said my fight was boring. He came like, right before my fight so he watched me on TV in the room. I was late."
"So, you tortured and killed someone because you were late to see Hisoka," Machi summarized.
"Well, if you put it that way, it makes me sound insane," Jun laughed as she was brought another bowl of ice cream. "But I hadn't seen him in over six months so I was a little excited."
Machi laughed a little, shaking her head. "You're a crazy person, Jun."
Jun smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."