"Jun," called Kastro, and Jun shook her thoughts away.

"Oh, sorry, yes?" she said, and Kastro chuckled. She had been spacing out again.

"How about we head back?"

"Sure." She checked the time on her phone. It was almost nine at night. She had grown accustomed to Hisoka coming back to her room around midnight, give or take an hour. So, she had time to shower, clean up, and pack away all her new clothes before Hisoka came back. Jun hoped that he asked about her day today; she'd actually have a lot more to say. They'd be able to talk for longer. Just the thought of that brought a tiny smile to her face.

The lobby of the Heavens Arena still had a few people chatting or watching the last matches of the night on the big screen. Jun ignored them, as usual, automatically falling into zetsu as she entered.

Kastro had been standing next to her the entire time, and he could see her, of course, but when she went into zetsu, he couldn't feel her. Normally, someone with such a strong wavelength of nen would have trouble disappearing into zetsu with such a short time frame, but not Jun. He felt the moment she disappeared for just a second, but it was gone before he could even realize what it was. It took her walking beside him like a ghost for him to realize that it was she who disappeared. A shiver ran down his spine. This woman was truly a dangerous one.

"I'll help you carry these to your room," Kastro offered.

"Oh, thank you," she said, smiling as she entered her floor number and slid her ID through to verify that she was the floormaster. The elevator shot up and Kastro found himself thanking Jun's open personality. Perhaps, if he played his cards right, then he could make Sekihara Jun his.

On the 235th floor, Jun stepped out and Kastro followed. She lifted her hand to open the door to her room, but nearly leapt into the air when the door was pulled open from the inside.

"Jun-chan, welcome home," greeted her favorite voice. To Kastro, who had never seen Hisoka outside of his slicked, spiked hair and clown make up, Hisoka was dressed extremely casually. Kastro almost didn't recognize him. His hair was down, his normal star and tear paint was washed off, he wasn't wearing his arm, abdomen or leg rings, and his black shirt was slightly undone. Kastro was ready to engage Hisoka for intruding on the home of a floormaster, but Jun's voice interrupted him.

"Oh, you're home early," she said, tapping her nose.

Kastro was in complete disbelief. This was the person Jun had been talking about all day? Hisoka was the man Kastro had been dying to be?

"I wanted to hurry back to see you, but you were out," he said, feigning a frown. He patted Jun's head with a smile. "But you look very cute today, Jun-chan," he told her, and Jun lit up like a firework at New Year's.

"Really?"

"Of course. The blue on your coat makes your eyes pop" he told her, and Jun grinned like a kid on Christmas. He finally made eye contact with Kastro. "Is this your friend, Jun-chan?" His question was directed at Kastro, not Jun. Kastro hardened his gaze; he wouldn't falter in front of Hisoka.

"Oh, yeah, Hisoka, this is Kastro," she said, gesturing for emphasis. "He bought me lunch today and carried all my bags."

"Nice to meet you," Hisoka said, a smile tugging at his thin lips. Kastro glared. He was livid. Why was Hisoka pretending not to have known Kastro in front of Jun? Kastro had won a knockdown and three points off Hisoka; he was absolutely certain that Hisoka remembered him.

"I bought you cupcakes," Jun said, holding up the pink box. "The strawberry shortcake ones you liked. Five, so you won't get bored of the taste."

Hisoka smiled. "That's so thoughtful of you, Jun-chan," he praised, returning his attention to her. "Have you tried them yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Well, we could set up the table, have something to drink and eat the cupcakes together," he offered, and Jun's eyes widened. Hisoka smiled. "Does that sound like something you'd like to do?"

"Definitely!" she said, and Hisoka nodded towards the room behind him.

"I'll be right there," he promised, and Jun grinned.

"Thanks for today Kastro," she said briefly, not even making eye contact with him as she bowed shortly and disappeared inside the house. She'd even forgotten about her shopping bags.

Kastro opened his mouth to retort, but Hisoka beat him to the punch. "I accept."

"What?" was the most intelligent thing he could muster; he was still stunned by the scene that had unfolded before him. The man that was most important to Jun wasn't a family member, but this psycho?

"You challenged me to a rematch, right? I accept," Hisoka repeated, running a hand through his red hair. Kastro knew there had to be some kind of smokes and mirrors, or some trick Hisoka was using to get an innocent woman like Jun.

"What you're doing with Jun isn't right," Kastro said firmly.

Hisoka chuckled. "What I'm doing with Jun-chan?" He licked his lips. "You have no idea what Jun-chan and I do together."

Kastro clenched his teeth, his fists tightening. He wanted nothing more in the world to slam it into Hisoka's face.

"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Kastro, but I'm going to have to squash whatever hopes you had of bringing my princess to bed," Hisoka continued, taking Jun's shopping bags from his hands. He turned to leave but then paused, turning his head back ever so slightly. Kastro could see the amber glint in Hisoka's eyes shimmering with malice. "Stay away from Jun-chan. I don't like sharing."

With that, he proceeded into slamming the door in Kastro's face. He ran a hand through his hair, dropping Jun's bags to the floor before heading into the dining room where Jun was setting up the cupcakes nicely on a ceramic plate. Two settings were already made for herself and for Hisoka. He snatched up the champagne he had bought before returning home.

He was livid. Kastro was encroaching on his territory and Jun was worse; she had done nothing about it. She'd gone along with him the whole day, eating, and shopping; Hisoka had resisted leaping down there and tearing out Kastro's throat himself. People who put their hands on his prey met their end. Jun was Hisoka's longest project. He'd be damned if anyone laid hands on her before he had the chance to end her life.

"The cupcakes are really cute," she said, taking out her hair and sweeping it up again to catch the strands that had been loose the first time. She sat at her chair and smiled brightly at Hisoka.

Even though he was furious, it was never hisstyle to let it show on his face. He gracefully popped the champagne bottle, pouring it into two glasses and handed one to Jun before sitting across her. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but Jun interrupted him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her brows furrowed in concern.

Hisoka paused. He was absolutely sure that his face did not give away his annoyance at how Jun had spent her day. "Of course," he replied coolly, taking a sip from his champagne. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," she answered, blinking a few times before looking away. She put a hand to her chest. "It felt like, I don't know, something was wrong, I guess."

"Don't worry about me, Jun-chan," he said, using a fork to cut a piece of the cupcake. He was going to ignore what she'd just said. It probably meant nothing anyway; perhaps she was just trying to start conversation. "I should be the one asking about you."

Jun smiled. Hisoka was asking about her day! She knew that she would have a lot to tell him. Maybe not the part where she got her job, but about lunch at the restaurant, how the food was terrible, or ordering cupcakes, or going shopping—

"How was your date?"

Jun sat there for a little, trying to fathom what Hisoka had just asked her. "Date?"

Hisoka smiled, nodding. "Yes, your date with Kastro. Did you have fun?"

"That wasn't a date," she said, frowning. She hadn't even touched her cupcake yet. "He just asked me to eat lunch. And we went shopping."

"A date," Hisoka corrected.

"No, it wasn't," she insisted, shaking her head for emphasis.

"Do you know why he carried your bags upstairs?" he asked, resting his chin on his hand as he spoke. Jun didn't answer. "Don't tell me you're that naïve, Jun-chan."

"Regardless of what he wanted to do, I wouldn't have done it. He was just being nice. I was going to have him leave after he brought my bags," she said, clenching the fork in her hand as though she were soon going to stab Hisoka with it.

"Really?" he teased, and Jun glared. "Did you kiss him today?"

Jun stood up immediately, the chair behind her toppling over as she slammed the fork into the table. It sunk in so far that Hisoka couldn't even see the teeth. He knew that if she wanted to, she could have crushed the table. She was restraining herself. "Are you kidding me?"

"You didn't answer the question." Hisoka remained seated. Of course, he had been watching her for most of the day, so he knew the answer. Kastro had done his very best to be forward, but Jun's obliviousness to the situation was a tough bridge to cross. Despite what Kastro was trying to do, Jun really believed they were friends.

"You know I wouldn't!" she snapped, but before she could say another word, she found her jaw snatched, squeezed between Hisoka's fingers. His nails dug into the side of her cheek, drawing blood. "You know I wouldn't. Why are you being like this?"

"Why indeed," Hisoka echoed, perhaps more to himself than to Jun. Much to his surprise, she knocked his hand away from her face, crushing her palm into his forearm. She stalked around the table, throwing off her haori.

"I'm going to take a shower. Try not to be an ass when I get out," she snapped, and Hisoka saw her eyes slightly darkened for a moment before she whirled around and slammed the bathroom door behind her. It wasn't very often that she spoke to him like this, as it wasn't very often they fought. They actually actively avoided seriously fighting - with good reason; they both tended to get violent.

Hisoka ran a hand through his hair. Well, that didn't go as planned. He hadn't meant to annoy her that much so quickly; was she really so offended? He looked down at the cupcake she'd bought for him. She'd spent at least a little part of her day thinking of him, hadn't she? He took another bite of the sweet pastry.

When Jun came out of the shower, she smelled of strawberries. Hisoka's favorite; it was the only kind of scented soaps she kept in her room. She actually considered not even showering with soap because she was so annoyed with Hisoka.

"I'm sorry, Jun-chan."

She was still wiping her face, the towel around her neck when he spoke, and she wasn't sure she'd heard correctly. "What?"

"I didn't mean to make my princess so angry," he said, running a hand through his hair. He smiled, and used the most sincere tone he had. He had to make it sound believable, especially since he was the one apologizing. "It was my mistake. I apologize."

"Oh," she said, running the towel through her wet hair again. She was only dressed in a black bra and a pair of boy short underwear, but plucked her haori off the ground, pulling it over her lean figure. She grinned, shrugging. "Okay."

A thing smile crept on Hisoka's lips. How simple it was to get whatever he wanted from Sekihara Jun.

"I'll forgive you if you kiss me."

Hisoka blinked. "What was that?"

"You heard me," she said, sticking out her tongue. "If you don't kiss me, I'm not going to forgive you. Maybe I'll go find Kastro instead." She picked up her phone from the nightstand. "He gave me his cellphone number."

Hisoka did not let any emotion show on his face. He did hate it when she tried to manipulate him. Especially when it was starting to work. "Jun-chan, let's not get carried away."

"I'm not getting carried away," she said, as though assuring him. She shrugged. "You were the one being a butt to me. You apologized. Giving me a kiss seems like a small price to pay for me to forgive you."

"I'm not going to do that, Jun-chan."

"Then get out of my room," she said, shrugging. "Or am I going to have to remove you by force?"

There were a hundred things he could have said to her to diffuse the situation. A hundred things she would have liked to hear, a hundred things he could have done to make her happy. He could have just left; she would have probably forgot about it by tomorrow morning. But Hisoka was feeling particularly annoyed, so he said, "Try me."

One moment, Jun was tossing her towel on the bed, and the next, Hisoka swayed to the side to dodge a forward thrust from her short sword. He continued swaying, avoiding being stabbed in the face as she pushed forward. "Thirty percent," he heard her snap, and her arm shot out with incredible speed, Hisoka dodging by a hair's width.

He countered, his elbow shooting out to crush her cheekbone. She moved out of the way, but he flicked his finger, causing her to be yanked forward, straight into his elbow. Dazed, Jun began to fall back, but Hisoka pulled his bungee gum, picking her back up, to be kneed in the stomach.

Jun choked, but her grip tightened on her blade, and she thrust her hand up, Hisoka pulling his head back sharply. The sheer speed of her attack caused a thin line of blood to form on his chin, and he whipped his bungee gum across the room, Jun hurtling backwards into the table.

"Jun-chan," he said darkly, stalking over to her. The cupcakes were strewn across the table and floor, smearing pink frosting over the furniture, some chairs broken over Jun's body. "Quiz time! When did I put my bungee gum on you?"

Jun stood up, spitting blood onto the floor as she flipped her wet hair out of the way. Her eyes were midnight blue, her left hand clenched around her sword. "Like I care," she snarled, enveloping her sword in nen. She sliced the bungee gum attached to her chest, glaring at him. She disappeared from behind the table and Hisoka shifted swiftly to dodge her sword. He countered with a palm thrust and she deflected it with her free arm as Hisoka slammed his elbow into her forearm, knocking the sword out of her hands.

She took a breath as though trying to regain focus. "Hisoka," she hissed, and he smiled, knowing what was next. "Berserker Queen."

Hisoka watched deep blue nen envelope her body. He smirked. There was only one other time when she had fully activated her ability, Berserker Queen. She was getting serious.

"Forty percent," she snapped, and Hisoka immediately felt the sharp increase in speed and power as she her hand nearly speared out his eyeball. She pulled that arm back and deflected his punch. They exchanged blows, Hisoka spending most of his time blocking her speedy punches and kicks rather than attacking. Jun was throwing all her weight into those punches, making it easy for Hisoka to dodge and predict her movements. A small, amused smile tugged at his lips and Jun's temper flared.

"Forty five percent, you dick!" she roared in the middle of a punch, and her hand sped up a second before it slammed into his face, sending him flying over the bed. Jun's chest was heaving as she breathed and her fists shaking with rage. Hisoka stood up, wiping the blood from his lip, tilting his head from left to right with a sick crack.

"That's the most percentage you've used against me," he commented, rolling his shoulders back, stretching. "It was a nice punch, princess."

Jun tightened her fist and charged towards him, hand reeled back and ready to send him flying, when she felt her jaw snatched and slammed down on the bed. The bed stand shattered and the mattresses fell to the floor as Hisoka climbed on top of her. He snatched her hands and pinned them above her head, keeping one hand on her chin. He pinned her down, his legs crushing her thighs as she struggled.

"I swear to God, Hisoka—" she snapped, but was met instead with his lips crashing against hers. He kissed her hard and long, using his tongue to explore every inch of her mouth. When he pulled back, she was out of breath, and he almost laughed at her feeble attempt to continue glaring at him.

"Do you forgive me?" he asked, licking his lips.

She was still shaking with rage, trying to blink away the midnight blue from her eyes. "I forgive you," she breathed quietly, remembering that she'd promise forgiveness if he kissed her. Hisoka smiled at how easy it was to get what he wanted. He could tell she was trying to calm her ragged breath, trying to wriggle loose, but he didn't budge. "I need water. I have to shower again," she added, her voice shaking. "Hisoka, please."

Hisoka released her and she rolled out from under him, running a hand through her hair and taking a deep breath as she sat on the edge of the bed. She stood up and stalked to the bathroom, stopping when she heard Hisoka ask, "Shall I join you in the shower?"

She dropped her haori and shrugged. "Do what you want," she said, disappearing into the bathroom. A tiny smile curled Hisoka's lips and he stood up, following, unable to resist.