"I could have sworn that I told you to stay out of trouble," Machi groaned, trudging into Jun's room a few days later.

"It's just my right arm," Jun said with a grin, shaking her good arm. Handcuffs rattled against the bedposts loudly, and Machi rolled her eyes. "I'd take off the hand cuffs, but I'm pretty sure all the bones in my hand are broken; I can't move them. I don't want to break my new bed either."

Machi sighed and sat next to Jun, thankful that Jun was at least half dressed this time, and wrapped her nen around her arm. "Anything happen while I was gone?"

"Not really," Jun said with a shrug. "I fought Hisoka the other day. He was being crazy."

"You mean he was being normal," Machi corrected as she finished the arm. Jun used her free arm to snap the handcuff chains and tear the cuffs from the bedpost without actually harming her furniture. Machi noticed that it was a completely new bed stand, but did not want to ask what happened to the old one. She noticed Jun pluck a glass of some pink alcoholic drink off the nightstand. She had no idea that Jun even drank alcohol.

"No, he was actually being weird."

"So, you fought him? Like with your fists," Machi said skeptically. "Don't you play fight with him a lot anyway? How much did you actually put into it, Jun?"

"Forty-five," Jun answered, and Machi had to blink a few times, not sure if she'd heard right.

"Forty-five percent?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you have to activate the Berserker Queen to go over forty percent?"

Jun grinned. "Uwah, Machi, you know my nen too well. You really could kill me, huh?"

Machi ignored her. "Did you win, then?"

"Of course not," Jun answered, running a hand through her hair. "I can't even injure him at forty five. It was fine, though, I punched him in the face, which was what I wanted to do anyway."

"What'd he even do?" Machi asked. For Jun to use forty-five percent of her strength against Hisoka meant that he must have done something she felt was colossally stupid. Or at least done something for her to get pretty emotional about, which was strange for someone as monotone as Sekihara Jun.

"I dunno, he was being weird about me hanging out with Kasper," she said, shrugging.

"Who's Kasper?" Machi asked.

"Kasplan? Kastin. Kas-something," Jun said, waving her hand in the air. "I already forgot. But anyway, some silver haired person asked me to lunch and we walked me upstairs and Hisoka was acting weird, so I punched him in the face."

Machi was actually speechless, and just decided it was better not to say anything at all. Jun wouldn't be able to understand.

"So, what did you do?" Jun asked, pulling on Hisoka's shirt. "While you were away."

"Ryodan stuff," Machi answered. "You know that's what I always do."

"Are they nice?" she asked, grinning. "The other Ryodan members."

"Not really sure what your definition of 'nice' is, Jun," Machi sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'd actually rather not get you involved, but, maybe if I recommend you, you can—"

"You should stick to your convictions, Machi," a voice interrupted as Hisoka emerged from the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. Machi cursed herself for not listening for when he'd shut off the water. "Jun-chan should stay out of our private matters."

"If she joins—"

"She'll have to kill someone in the Ryodan."

"I kill people all the time," Jun piped, but went ignored.

"She can just kill you," Machi snapped, making a face at Hisoka.

He laughed and hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face up. "You're quite the jester, Machi. Jun-chan definitely can't get involved in our private lives."

Machi's attention was elsewhere as she heard glass shatter and glanced over to Jun to see that the glass in her hand had broken everywhere, all over Jun's hands, spilling blood and Jun's drink onto the bed. "Jun," she said, but Jun didn't seem to hear her, even though Jun was staring right at her. "Jun!"

Jun blinked a few times, and shook her head, her eyes focusing on Machi. She then glanced at her hand, and grinned sheepishly. "Oh, sorry," she said, flicking the broken glass off her hand. Machi pushed Hisoka away and tried to help Jun, but was shocked when Jun slapped her hand away. "I can do it myself," she said. There was no malice in her voice, but Machi knew that wasn't how Jun normally spoke to her.

Machi didn't say anything as Jun headed into the bathroom to wash off her hands. Jun slammed the door behind her so sharply that the entire floor shook. "What did you do?" Machi hissed, pointing a thin finger at Hisoka, who had a dark, mischievous smile plastered on his face.

"Nothing," he said, shrugging. "She's been moody."

"She doesn't get moody," Machi snapped, putting her hands on her hips. "You know that."

"I do know," Hisoka agreed, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes on the bathroom. The water was still running and he could vaguely hear the sound of glass hitting the ceramic sink as Jun pulled out shards wedged in her flesh. "It's just too much fun."

"Don't get any ideas in that tiny, tiny brain of yours," Machi warned him. "If you're trying to hurt her, I'm not going to be a part of it. You know how she is."

"And so do you, apparently," Hisoka retorted calmly. "Since you two are friends. Is that what you tell her now?"

"We are friends, idiot," Machi said. "Jun and I, at least. Not the two of us."

"Then, tell me, Machi," Hisoka started, turning his head to look down at her, his amber eyes gleaming. "If Jun-chan were to get tangled in the spider's web, would you be the one to save her?"

Machi pressed her lips together. What would she do? If Jun had gotten in trouble with the Ryodan, then could Machi find it in herself to untangle the web? Could Machi stand up to her comrades – to the boss – and fight for Jun to be released? Would she be willing to choose Jun over the Ryodan? The answer was painfully simple. "Jun wouldn't be that stupid."

Hisoka sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He smiled. "Jun-chan's not stupid, Machi. Just innocent. Naïve." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "And I'll take that as a no."

Machi opened her mouth to argue, but Jun came back into the living room, bloody bandages wrapped around her hand. She grinned sheepishly at Machi and Hisoka. "Sorry, I think I do need help."

Jun was bored.

Though, that probably wasn't saying much considering there wasn't much that could entertain her. Hisoka had already left for the day, and she wasn't in the mood to try following him. She knew she'd just get in trouble anyway. Machi was busy today, too, so Jun found herself alone again.

However, she remembered that there were two special kids somewhere on the 200th floor. She took the elevator downstairs and started towards their room, but there was someone blocking her path.

"Bird-san," she greeted, smiling at the bespectacled man.

"It's Wing," he corrected, approaching her. His shirt was messily done and he raised his hand to push up his glasses. "Long time no see."

"I prefer to stay hidden," Jun said with a shrug. "Can I help you with anything?"

"The boys told me they'd met you," Wing said. He was not smiling.

Jun smiled. "Are you forbidding me from hanging out with them, Wing-san?"

"Well, no. But I'd prefer you not."

He knew that Jun already knew what she was going to say. "Ah, you know I don't like being told what to do."

"They're not allowed to practice nen."

"I wasn't going to fight them, silly bear," Jun said, crossing her arms over her chest as she raised an eyebrow at Wing.

"But you did fight one of them."

"Did Killua tell you?"

"No, you just did," Wing said, hardening his gaze. Jun grinned at having been tricked, and stuffed her hands in her pocket. "You could have killed them."

"But I didn't. And I'm not going to," Jun argued, and Wing sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry. I won't teach them nen, I wasn't even going to take them to see a fight or anything. Just lunch. I know you and Kruger-chan get off refining gems, but I'm not like that."

Wing scoffed. "But that's why you're here, isn't it?"

Jun smiled. "Bye, Wing-san," she said as she strode past him. "Tell Kruger-chan I said hello."

Wing sighed again. There was no stopping Sekihara Jun when she wanted something. He never did understand what sort of relationship he had with Jun. They weren't friends, they weren't comrades, they didn't agree on anything, but they didn't fight either. He remembered meeting her some time ago from Bisky, but even then, he knew that Bisky and Jun didn't always agree either. He wasn't even sure how Bisky knew her, as he knew that Bisky wouldn't have taught such a dark style of nen to anyone. Jun had a shaky relationship with everyone she knew.

But he couldn't fight her. Despite looking and acting young, he knew that she was strong. He didn't want to bother. So, he just had to trust her. She'd made sure there was no other choice.

Gon's arm was completely healed. Killua was astounded. The doctors told him that he'd need four months to heal completely, and he'd done it in a quarter amount of the time. It was extraordinary. But, then again, it was Gon's willpower that made him so formidable. Gon had decided to keep the cast on for a few more days just to be sure; he seemed to have a feeling that he'd have to wait the full two months before Wing let him do any training. There was going to be no sense fighting it.

"I'm hungry," came a voice from the door, following by a series of sharp raps on the door. Killua didn't know many girls, so when he did hear the voice of one, he knew who it was. Despite his little run in with Jun, who had spared his life, he still was unsure if he should open the door.

But of course, Gon was already jogging to the door, pulling it open with a huge smile on his face. "Jun-nee!" he greeted, and she grinned.

"Looks like you're all better now, Gon," she said, and he nodded, beginning to explain his injury and what the doctors had said as Killua just watched on.

Killua was half expecting Jun to have thrust out her short sword as soon as she'd open the door to see if Gon could have dodged it, but she just stood there smiling. "What are you doing here, Jun-nee?" Gon asked, opening the door wider to let her in. Jun didn't enter their room.

"Just thought I'd invite you to lunch," she said, glancing over Killua's way. "You, too, Baby-chan."

"Baby-ch—" Killua started incredulously, but Gon interrupted him.

"Sure! You must know some great places to eat!" he agreed, leaping into the air excitedly. He scooped up his jacket from a nearby table, and slung it on.

"It's my treat," Jun said to Killua, who still seemed a little hesitant. "Jack isn't with me today. It'll be just us three," she added, much to Gon's confusion. Killua wasn't sure if she was lying about bringing her short sword, but there was no talking Gon out of this.

"Fine," Killua said, following the two out of the room.

"Are you sure we're not bothering you, Jun-nee?" Gon asked as they got into the elevator.

"Bothering me? I asked you two to eat, so it's not bothering me," she said with a shrug.

"You don't have to train for any fights coming up?"

"Train?" Jun asked, tilting her head as though she'd never heard of the term. "People I fight nowadays aren't strong enough to require me to train. I don't know many people who can beat my Berserker Queen anyway."

Killua nearly threw his arms around Gon to give him a hug. He loved when Gon asked these sorts of questions; maybe Jun was going to reveal her ability to a pair of kids. After all, she didn't seem to think of them as any sort of threat, so perhaps she wouldn't think twice to tell them her ability.

"What's Berserker Queen?" Gon asked, starry eyed at the thought of a strong opponent. "Your nen ability? What does it do?"

Jun smiled and glanced at Killua, holding a thin finger to her lips. "Secret."

"Aw, man," Gon sighed as they reached the bottom floor.

"You'll see it when I fight, maybe," Jun said, shrugging as she headed out of the elevator. She almost fell into zetsu but forced herself to stop. She had promised Wing that she wouldn't be doing anything regarding nen today. She could tell by the little tie around Gon's finger that Wing was keeping tabs on him. She didn't want the boys to get in trouble and Wing to interfere. She'd hate to have to kill their teacher.

"What do you feel like eating?" Jun asked as they stepped out into the sunshine.

"Where do you recommend?" Gon asked. "We eat anything. Right, Killua?"

"Yup," Killua said with a shrug, joining the conversation for the first time. He preferred to listen and just study, and by the little smile on Jun's face, he knew she had begun to realize this. Was she allowing him to study her?

"There's this fantastic place down the road. They make the best French fries," she commented, pointing in a vague direction, and the two boys nodded. Killua followed behind Gon and Jun, the other two talking at a thousand miles per hour about…something. Killua didn't really know what it was but he knew that it wasn't important.

Because she wore such a baggy coat that billowed behind her, Killua couldn't tell if she had really left her sword at home. It didn't seem like a smart move from a top fighter, leaving their signature weapon behind, but he realized that if she were truly that strong, she wouldn't need it. Based on their little fight last week, he figured she wasn't the type to have to need a weapon. She didn't even envelope her sword in nen; they'd fought with physical strength alone and he still hadn't gotten close to fatally injuring her.

He glanced at her feet. She was wearing high heeled ankle boots and despite being a small woman, took long strides. He listened for the sound of her footsteps. Maybe if he trusted his ears and not his eyes, he'd be able to find an opening the next time they had a squabble. He quickly realized that her footsteps had no sound at all. Even though she was wearing such high heeled shoes and the heel touched the earth each time, the sound of the click against the pavement was so miniscule that Killua had to strain his ears to hear it.

"You okay, Baby-chan?" she asked, turning her head as they walked. Killua snapped his head up.

"Yeah," he said on reflex, not bothering to comment on her little nickname for him. She probably wouldn't listen anyway.

Jun stopped off at a restaurant a few blocks away. It was a rather grand building, a stone base, and a glass tower that went up several stories. The two boys followed her in as she strode straight through the doors to the stairs that slowly changed from stone to glass. They reached the third floor and were stopped by a host.

"This is a Pro Hunter exclusive restaurant," the host explained, patting his slicked back hair. "To go further, you must show your Hunter Li—"

Jun flashed her Hunter License, pressing it against the host's throat. For a split second, she reminded Killua of a certain card wielding magician. She nodded back at the kids, smiling. "These are my guests."

The host held both of his hands up, staying perfectly still. "I am sorry, Sekihara-san, but without a Hunter License—"

"It's okay," Gon said, and pulled out a card from his pocket. He showed it to the host. "I'm a Pro Hunter."

"Uwah, impressive!" Jun said, pulling her hand back to clap. "You, too, Baby-chan?"

Killua shoved his hands in his pocket and shook his head. "Nope, I failed."

"It's fine," she said, waving him off. She looked to the host. "They'll let you in."

"L-let me take you to a table," the host said, and Jun smiled as she skipped behind him. They were lead to a table by a window that overlooked the city and the host left them menus before skittering away.

The boys sat across Jun, who smiled at them sweetly. "You're pretty famous, Jun-nee," Gon said, scooting his chair in.

"More like infamous," Killua added, to which Jun laughed.

"It's pretty great. I get my way all the time!" she said, clapping her hands happily. Killua thought she sounded like a spoiled child. But, then again, he did know that she could back it up if given the opportunity.

"So, when did you become a Pro Hunter?" Gon asked as a waiter brought them water.

"Two years ago," she answered. "Pretty late, actually. You two are pretty young and you took the Hunter Exam! Was it your first time?"

Gon and Killua nodded, and Jun grinned. "I'm very impressed," she said, and looked to Killua. "Baby-chan, I'm sure if you took the exam again, you'd definitely pass. It's much easier when you have a few tricks up your sleeve, if you know what I mean."

"You mean ne—" Gon started, but Jun's hand flew across the table to press against his lips.

"I promised that wouldn't be a thing we'd talk about or deal with today," Jun said, and pulled her hand back. "I don't have a teacher, but I'd hate to disrespect someone else's."

"You know Wing?" Killua asked, and Jun shrugged.

"I know him, I guess," she said, and a waiter came by with a note pad, ready to take down their order. She didn't bother finishing the thought about Wing. "Seventeen orders of French fries, and three gallons of chocolate ice cream," Jun said, shutting her menu and handing it to the waiter.

"Um, I'll just have a burger," Gon said, pointing at a picture on the menu.

"Rib-eye steak. Medium rare," Killua ordered. Jun frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh, come on, boys. You can eat more than that!" she encouraged. "It's on me."

The two seemed hesitant, so Jun spoke up again. "One of everything on the menu," she told the waiter. She smiled at the boys. "We'll have a sampler day today, okay?"

Gon and Killua shared a glance and grinned, nodding at Jun, who sent the waiter off.

"Thanks so much, Jun-nee," Gon said, still smiling.

"Of course," Jun said. "I'm the one that wanted to hang out with you both, so I don't mind."

"So, what do you do all day, Jun-nee? As a floor master, you must be busy," Gon said. Killua just decided to listen to their conversation.

"I actually don't do much," Jun said with a shrug. "I mostly go shopping, since I don't train. Some of the other floor masters I know go to the underground arena, but I don't see the point of training."

"Underground arena?" Gon asked, eyes wide. "There's another arena?"

"You don't need to worry about the underground arena, Gon," she said with a laugh, as not to encourage him to go places or do things that he didn't need to.

"You have to invite us to your next fight, Jun-nee," Gon insisted.

She smiled. "Of course. That's saying that I fight while you're here. I assume you're not staying?"

Gon shook his head. "I'm here to fight someone and make some money, and then we have somewhere else to be," he answered, to which Jun nodded. Killua was surprised; it seemed like Gon had told something like this to Jun before and she'd actually seemed to have remembered.

"Do you mind me asking who it is you're here to fight?" Jun asked, but Gon was cut short by the waiters bringing in a barrage of different appetizers, and about five trays of French fries and a gallon of ice cream to start.

Gon dug in, and Jun decided to drop the question. If it came up, she'd ask again. She wasn't sure how open Gon would be to her questions about his personal life. Of course, she didn't mind them intruding on hers, because she didn't feel like anything was particularly interesting to them. However, she didn't have many friends. She wasn't able to gauge when she was intruding.

She was, however, keeping an eye on the silver haired boy beside Gon. Killua hadn't said much during their little field trip, and she assumed it was because he was simply listening. She knew that he felt he'd been beaten pretty badly the last time they'd met, so he'd be sure to attempt to gain the upper hand during their next exchange.

Although, Jun wasn't sure she wanted one any time soon. She'd never understood how people like Wing and Bisky could take interest in someone and teach them new abilities. Refine them, as Bisky would have said. Jun preferred a more straight forward approach, much like Hisoka. Instilling a sense of hopelessness and desperation, and that would draw out the true, raw strength of a person. She'd felt that helplessness hundreds of times and she only felt like it'd molded her into the woman she was today.

"I'll be right back," Gon said, hopping out of his chair. "Where's the bathroom?"

Jun nodded in the direction. "That way, I think. It'll be on the right side."

Killua and Jun were left alone at the table while Gon fled to the restroom.

"You're an assassin," they said simultaneously. They blinked several times, and then Jun laughed, waving him off.

"Uwah, you're quite perceptive," she said, shoving a handful of French fries in her mouth.

"I could say the same to you," Killua said, sipping from his glass of juice.

"How'd you know?"

"Your footsteps are too quiet," Killua said. "You're fast. And you keep hidden blades."

"I could just be a normal fighter," Jun said with a shrug. "Good fighters are light on their feet and tend to carry weapons, Baby-chan."

"Yeah, but you're not normal," he said, making a face at her, to which she just laughed. Killua looked away. The sound of her laugh was actually…sort of cute. Kind of like the tinkling of wind chimes on a summer afternoon. "H-how'd you know about me?"

She shrugged. "Nothing in particularly," she said. "It was just an air about you. You're the dangerous type – my favorite. You wouldn't happen to be a Zoldyck?"

Killua blinked several times. "Yeah. But I recently quit."

"Oh, I see," she said, scooping ice cream into her mouth. She didn't even seem surprised by him saying he'd 'quit' his own family. He just decided to press forward.

"You know my family?" he asked, wondering what kind of information he could get out of her, being that he wasn't Gon. She'd seemed to have figured out that he was more logical than his green clad counterpart.

Jun shrugged, waving him off arbitrarily. "Yeah, sort of. I've met some of them a few times, but we're not friends or anything like that. Your family's the most famous assassin family; I'd rather not get involved. I don't aim to be a top-notch assassin anyway. I just do it for fun," she said with a bright smile.

Killua swallowed a lump in his throat. "So, you know my brother?"

"Illumi?" she asked, without hesitation, and Killua froze at the name. She could have named any of his three brothers, but she had known in a heartbeat that he had been referring to Illumi. A thousand more questions instantly generated in his mind as she swallowed her food. She popped another French fry in her mouth. "Yeah, I know Illumi. He's—"

"Sorry about that," Gon said, returning to the table with a sheepish grin. "I drank too much juice too quickly!"

"Hope you still have your appetite," Jun said with a bright smile as more food was brought to the table. And like that, the conversation about Illumi was successfully dropped. By the time the third entrée had come, Killua realized that he had waited too long to ask. And it wasn't like he was going to do it in front of Gon. There were things that Gon was just better off not knowing.

"Anyway, what were you saying earlier, Jun-nee?" Gon asked as he plopped back in his seat, digging into a burger.

"Saying about what?" she asked, and Killua deduced by the expression on her face that she had legitimately forgotten.

"About who I'm fighting," he said with a smile. "You wanted to know who it was?"

Jun's eyes brightened and she smiled, nodding. "If you'd like to tell me."

"Gon," Killua warned, and Gon waved him off.

"It's fine, Killua! What harm could it do?"

Killua just sighed. When Gon wanted to do something, he was going to do it no matter what anyone else said about it.

"Okay, who?" Jun asked, clapping her hands together as though bracing herself for the big news.

Gon took a breath. "Hisoka."

Jun seemed to be frozen in time, a little smile plastered on her face as she processed the information. Gon glanced to Killua after Jun hadn't responded for a couple of seconds. He looked back to Jun. "Uh, Jun-nee? Do you know him?"

"You could say that," she said after some time, laughing. She gasped a little and added, "Uwah, then you're the ones," she said, smiling as though realizing something. She looked between Gon and Killua before pointing a thin finger at Gon. "You're fighting him. So it's definitely you."

"Not really sure what the hell that was," Killua mumbled more to himself than to Gon.

"Do you want any tips?" Jun asked, surprising the both of them. She tread the line carefully. She had to offer to talk about nen without actually talking about it. She was doing her best to keep her promise to their teacher. "To fighting Hisoka, I mean. Do you know his ability?"

"Do you?" Killua asked, furrowing his brows.

Jun just smiled. "Gon? Tips?"

"No thanks," Gon said immediately, shaking his head. "I want to fight him on my own."

Her smile widened. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "You answered correctly!"

The phrase, while bright and full of butterflies and sunshine, sent a chill down Killua's spine. It was the exact same thing she'd told him when he'd thrown the knife into her arm instead of run away. If Gon had asked for help, would the three of them still be smiling happily at the table right now? Killua didn't want to imagine it. He realized that no matter how hard he tried to pretend otherwise, the woman sitting before them was absolutely dangerous.

But Gon just smiled, so proud of himself for getting the right answer, that Killua knew the possibility of a wrong answer hadn't even crossed his mind. To Gon, Jun was as harmless as a fly, but Killua knew the truth. That perhaps somewhere down the road, being cautious would probably save their lives.

"Jun-nee, how do you know Hisoka?" Gon asked, starting on a different entrée. They'd devoured at least half the food on the menu by now, and Jun was on her ninth basket of fries and second gallon of ice cream.

Jun chewed her food slowly, seeming to think of an answer to tell them before swallowing. She smiled. "I don't think it's safe to tell children," she said, laughing, and the two boys blinked, not understanding. Jun waved them off. "How I know him isn't important."

"Have you fought him before?" Gon continued. Killua wasn't going to stop him this time. If Gon was going to firing questions and Jun was going to answer without a care in the world, Killua would go along for the ride.

Jun smiled brightly. "Yep."

"Really?" Gon asked, amazed. "Did you win?"

"What do you think?" she asked, popping a fry into her mouth.

Killua had to hold in a gasp. Everything fit together. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jun shot him a glance out of the corner of her eye. He kept his mouth shut as Gon answered.

"No. You lost," he said, completely honestly, and Jun laughed.

"You're right," she said, smiling sweetly. She didn't even seem upset or hurt about it, which Killua didn't really understand. "So, make sure when you fight him, you give him a good beating for me, okay, Gon?"

Gon grinned and nodded. "Osu!"

Jun had a fun day with the boys. After lunch, she'd taken then shopping and bought them a ton of new clothes and other accessories. It was like having two younger brothers. A brother. That was what she missed. And spending time with them reminded her that there was something else she needed to do. She remembered why she was here.

"I'll see you later," she said as they headed off back to the tower. Jun wasn't yet ready to return, and figured she'd wander around town a bit before going back home.

"Invite us to your next fight!" Gon called, waving broadly as he walked backwards.

Jun smiled, offering a small wave. "You better invite me to yours," she said, and made sure that they'd gotten into tower safely before heading off. She immediately felt a tug on her cheek and braced herself as she was whipped into an alley. A hand curled around her jaw and slammed her into the brick wall so hard that it indented.

"What do you think you're doing, Jun-chan?" asked a voice, and Jun struggled, trying to pry Hisoka's grip off her mouth.

"What?" she choked out, trying to kick him in the groin. It landed, but had no effect. "Twenty per—"

Hisoka squeezed tighter, cutting her off. She felt her jaw fracture, but felt no pain. Hisoka's grasp was firm, his amber eyes gleaming. "While I do admire your ability, it is unfortunate you must be vocal before you use it."

"Twenty per—" she tried again, and Hisoka pulled her back and crushed her into the wall again, shutting her up.

"My prey, Jun-chan," he said, smiling. "I warned you."

"I only found out about it while I was having lunch," she said, prying off two of his fingers. "It's your fault, too! You never told me who it was!"

Hisoka released her and she dropped to the earth, landing on her feet and using the wall for support. She massaged her jaw, feeling for where she would need Machi to fix. Hisoka looked down at her. "You know what happens to those who touch my prey," he said. "You're not an exception."

"I said I didn't know it was them," she retorted, frowning at him. "Ours aren't the same."

Hisoka raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. It was as though he had forgotten that two seconds ago, he almost shattered her jawbone. "Oh?"

"Baby-chan is mine," she told him simply. Hisoka didn't say anything, and waited for her to continue. She tapped her nose and smiled, realizing that Hisoka had no idea what she'd just said. "I wasn't interested in Gon, is what I mean. I wanted the little assassin to begin with."

With that, Hisoka smiled. Granted he favored Gon over Killua, Hisoka decided to just let it slide. She would get bored sooner or later. "It seems we may have had a misunderstanding, then, Jun-chan."

Jun stuck out her tongue, also seeming to have forgotten that her bones were nearly broken by the man before her. She poked her cheek, realizing that she did have to return to the tower, now that Hisoka had injured her again. It seemed like Hisoka was heading back early as well, so she caught up to him, walking beside him. They'd never gone back to the tower at the same time. "Where's Machi?"

He glanced down at her. "My room."

Jun stayed silent for some time as a small smile crept on Hisoka's lips. "What was she doing in your room?" she asked as they entered the tower. Her voice was completely neutral. If Hisoka didn't know any better, he'd have thought she was asking a harmless question.

Now, what was the right answer? "We were talking."

"All day?"

"More or less."

"Oh, I see," she said. He expected her to try something then, to punch or kick at him, or cause a scene in the lobby, but she just smiled up at him. "Do you think she'd heal my jaw?"

"We're quite lucky to have Machi, aren't we?" Hisoka asked, pressing the button on the elevator. "Otherwise your injuries would take four times the amount of time to heal. You'd perpetually be hospitalized."

"It's my trade off for Berserker Queen," she said with a shrug. "I'm pretty used to suffering."

It was said so casually, that Hisoka didn't even think twice about how true that had to be. Berserker Queen was such a powerful ability that he knew she had to sacrifice a lot to use it to its full potential. He licked his lips. Knowing how much she had sacrificed for her ability would make it so much more rewarding when he could crush Berserker Queen at a hundred percent.

The elevator stopped at the 200th floor, and Jun scanned her ID for the 235th floor as Hisoka got off the elevator. "When you're done talking to Machi, bring her upstairs," she said, and the elevator doors closed.

Hisoka smiled to himself. "Of course, princess."