Jun tossed a potato sack onto Tanaka's desk. It hit with a squishy, dull clunk, and was soaked in crimson, staining all of his papers and his keyboard with blood. Jun's haori was splattered with blood but she hadn't even bothered to take it off.

"Done," she told him, sweeping her hair out of her face with her favorite hair clip. She gestured to the sack on Tanaka's desk. "I killed everyone in that place, but I'm pretty sure that's him. I didn't completely memorize his face, but you can check to make sure that's him."

"I trust you," Tanaka said, plucking the bag off his desk and placing it on the ground. There was no guessing what was in that bag and he didn't want to open it to take a look. "And the money?"

"Already gave it to butthole-Lancaster," she said, smiling.

"Why didn't you give him that?" Tanaka asked, gesturing to his gift from Jun that was quietly bleeding all over the carpet.

"It's my present to you," she said brightly. Tanaka sighed. If he hadn't known any better, he'd had thought Jun to be a cat; killing something and bringing him the body parts thinking it was some form of affection. She didn't know how to interact with other humans so he often forgave her behavior.

Jun shifted her feet uncomfortably, and Tanaka could feel what she was going to ask next. "Did you find anything?" she asked quietly, looking down. Tanaka was the only one in the agency that she really spoke to about her brother. If anyone else tried to ask, she tended to kill them on the spot. It was a part of why it was taking so long to find anything.

"I want to give you good news, Jun, but I haven't found anything yet," he told her gently, and she sighed. "It's only me working on your brother's case."

"You're supposed to be an information broker," Jun said, frowning.

"You're from Meteor City," he reminded her. "I'm still working on it."

Jun looked up at Tanaka and nodded. "Okay," she said, and turned to leave. There was no point asking anymore.

"Do you believe in me?" Tanaka asked, and Jun paused in her steps. She turned for a bit to look at him, so he continued. "I'll make your time here worth it, Jun. I'm doing everything I can. You just have to wait a little longer. Can you do that for me?"

Jun giggled, waving him off as though she'd already forgotten what she'd even asked him. "Oh, Tan-san," she laughed. "You're so nice to me. I think if things were different, you and I would really get along."

Tanaka wasn't sure what that really meant – he didn't understand most of what she said, but for some reason, it put him at ease. "I've transferred twenty million to your account," he told her, and she tilted her head in your confusion. "Buy yourself a new coat."

On the way back to the tower, Jun stopped off at a shop and followed Tanaka's advice, picking up a new haori, a white one with pink cherry blossom petals floating around the sleeves. She headed back to the tower – there was nothing else to do today.

It was still bright out. She'd actually woken up pretty early this morning to complete her job, but Hisoka had already been long gone. She wondered where he was.

She was about to shower when her phone bleeped, and she picked it up, checking a text message. "My fight is this afternoon. I would be honored if you'd come to support me."

Jun stared at the name, and surprised herself when she actually connected a face to it. Kastro, the silver haired person who had bought her lunch and carried her things – his fight was today. She showered quickly, scooped up a fresh haori and headed down to the arena.

"Oh, Baby-chan,"she greeted upon seeing Killua making his way towards the entrance.

"Jun," Killua said, blinking. "What are you doing here?"

She pointed to the arena. "There's a fight today, right?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding.

"Where's your cute other half?" she asked, glancing around, looking for Gon.

"Wing said he couldn't come," Killua pouted. He shook the two tickets in his hands. "And these were expensive, too! Damn, if I knew Wing wasn't gonna let Gon come, I woulda just bought candy or something."

Jun laughed, that tinkling noise that made Killua look away. She plucked a ticket from his fingers. "Do you want to watch the fight with me instead?" she asked, smiling brightly.

"Well, you already took the ticket," he mumbled, heading into the arena after her. He took a breath to calm his head. Maybe by watching such a high level fight with a high level fighter, he could learn a thing or two.

"So, uh, who do you think will win?" he asked Jun, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"What?" she said, seeming to have spaced out. She glanced down at him, and then blinked a few times, shrugging. "I dunno. Kasper just invited me to watch," she said.

"Kastro," Killua corrected, and Jun laughed, waving him off.

"Whatever his name was. I only remember names that I'll have to use later. Like yours, Baby-chan."

"Only, my name isn't Baby-chan," Killua mumbled under his breath, and Jun tousled his hair, laughing again. He wasn't even sure what she meant about 'use later', but he didn't bother asking. She'd probably just change the subject again.

"Who do you think will win, Baby-chan?" she asked as they found their seats.

"Kastro is pretty impressive," Killua said, thinking back to his encounter with Kastro in the tower. He had no idea what Kastro's ability was and was completely surprised. "But I think Hisoka will win."

Jun turned to stare at him, stopping in her tracks. "Hisoka?"

Killua furrowed his brows, nodding slowly. It was like talking to Gon, only ten times worse. "Uh, yeah? The event match today is Kastro versus Hisoka. It's their rematch."

Jun puffed out her cheeks, blowing out all the air with a hiss. "Oh, that liar!" she cried, shaking her fists in the air. "That's where I thought I saw Kasper, he fought Hisoka and lost!"

"Yeah, a few years ago, right?"

Jun nodded, making faces at the ring. "He didn't even tell me he was fighting today!" She laid back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she puffed her cheeks out again. Killua had to resist looking at her; she was cute even when she sulked.

He shook the thought from his head. He was here for Gon!

"Why didn't he invite me?" Jun mumbled to herself, sitting up as she brushed the hair from her face. "He's been so weird. Why are men so weird?" she asked Killua this time, turning to him.

He held his hands up. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he told her as Kymaera announced the start of the fight.

Hisoka could practically feel Jun seething from his place in the arena. Machi hadn't actually been at his room yesterday; in fact, when Jun had sent him away to get Machi, Hisoka had called her on the phone, and asked her to come then. After their little fight on the day she'd spent with Kastro, Hisoka wanted to just watch her squirm. She'd never felt anything close to jealousy in a long time, so Hisoka thought he would help her remember.

He knew she'd come to his fight today, as he figured that Kastro would ask her to support him. He was just that type that didn't understand when to stop. Although Hisoka had explicitly warned Kastro to stay away from Jun, he also knew that Kastro's sense of righteousness wouldn't allow him to walk away from what seemed like a damsel in distress. Perhaps Kastro thought if he won this fight, Jun would suddenly realize that she was hopelessly in love with him.

What a joke. Hisoka would end those fantastical pipe dreams of Kastro's once and for all.

From the first two seconds of seeing Kastro again, Hisoka knew for certain that he could end the match in a matter of minutes. But what fun would that be? Even if he didn't understand Kastro's abilities right away, what fun would it be if he didn't unveil them to the audience before taking his life? Jun was watching. He wanted to put on a show for his princess.

No matter how annoyed she was at Hisoka, Jun had to admit that she did love his fights. It was that arrogance and elegance that she had always felt so drawn to and today was no exception. She glanced at Killua, who was so intensely focused on the fight.

She laughed a little, taking his attention away from the fight for a brief moment. "Whose ability are you trying to figure out?" she asked.

"Both," he said, turning his eyes back to the match.

"Hisoka won't reveal his," she said. "And Kasper's is—"

"Jun," Killua said, stopping her. He shot her a look out of the corner his eye, and Jun smirked. That fiery look that turned his eyes to a sharp electric blue. A warning.

She held her hands up. "Fine, fine, Baby-chan," she said, and kept her mouth shut for the rest of the match, just deciding to enjoy it. It had been a long time since she had seen him fight and watching again after so long was actually refreshing. It reminded her why she waited in the Heaven's Arena for so long, why she knew she wasn't ready to leave on her own yet.

Killua felt shivers run down his spine. He glanced at Jun out of the corner of his eye to see her staring at the fight with a bright smile on her face. Her eyes looked darker than they were a few minutes ago. Her nen was overwhelming; the people in their seats next to her had moved away from the sheer density of her aura. It was suffocating.

"Jun," he said, and the aura dispersed, completely evaporating into the air as she lost focus.

"Baby-chan?" she said, tilting her head in confusion.

"N-nothing," he replied, turning back to the fight, trying to listen to Hisoka's explanation of Kastro's powers. Killua still didn't understand a thing that was happening until that point. He was listening intently, trying to piece the puzzle together and at the same time figure out how the hell Hisoka was going to come back.

"You will die in a frenzied dance."

Jun stood up, patted Killua on the head. "I'll see you, Baby-chan," she said, moving past him.

"Oy, you don't want to see the end?" Killua asked, puzzled. She'd been so absorbed in the match that he figured that even if Hisoka was on track to win, she'd like to see how he did it. Or, what if Kastro got the upper hand again? "Anything could happen."

"He'll win," Jun promised, smiling sweetly. Without even knowing who she was talking about, Killua knew what she meant. He knew who she was referring to. "Later," she added, and disappeared into the crowd.

Jun headed downstairs as the fight came to an end. She didn't need to listen to Kymaera to know that Hisoka had won. She waited outside the tunnel. She wasn't sure if she was still upset about Hisoka not inviting her to her fight. She thought it would be better if she just asked him what was going on.

The roar of the audience from above shook the entire arena. Jun was about to enter to tunnel to congratulate Hisoka, or something like that, but another voice beat her to it.

"Great match," Machi said, and Jun retreated behind the walls again, deciding that maybe she should leave. She'd been feeling strange about Machi lately and didn't want to push it. She never wanted to harbor negative feelings towards Machi, her only friend. "Now show me your wounds."

"What did you think, Jun-chan?" Hisoka called, and Jun lifted her body off the wall, showing herself in the mouth of the tunnel.

"Was my zetsu not good enough?" she asked, heading towards them, tapping her nose. She'd always thought her zetsu was flawless. No one had ever noticed her before.

Even Machi hadn't known that Jun was there. "Jun," she greeted, but Jun didn't even glance in her direction. Machi frowned.

"I just know you," Hisoka replied as the three took the elevator upstairs.

"It was good," Jun replied, keeping her eyes in front of her.

Hisoka smirked. "I'm sorry for killing your friend, Jun-chan," he told her.

"No, you're not," she said with a shrug.

The air between them was tense. Machi could feel it, making the hair on her skin stick up. Did something happen between them? Jun was being uncharacteristically distant. She normally loved Hisoka's fights and always raved about them. What the hell happened?

"You're right," Hisoka answered, turning his eyes forward as well. "I'm not."

They got off at the 200th floor and headed into Hisoka's room. Machi headed to a table, and Hisoka made a move to follow, but after Jun stepped into his room, she suddenly stopped. "Do you want something to drink?" Hisoka asked.

"No," she answered.

"Do you want to sit?"

"Nope," she said again, looking up at him. Her eyes were a deep cerulean, and Hisoka smirked. "I'll just watch. Then you're coming upstairs with me." There was nothing demanding about her tone; she wasn't at all forcing him to do anything, and he knew that she wouldn't try using force after their bout before. She said it like she was just reading from a paper, like him coming upstairs was destined to happen, no matter what.

"Of course," he said, leaving her at the entrance to sit at the table with Machi.

"I've been wondering myself for some time, but after seeing your match, I don't have any doubts anymore—" she started, but was interrupted by a thunderous noise from the entrance.

In the next moment, Jun found her hand buried in Hisoka's wall, the dry wall crumbling around her hand. She'd blown off enough surface area to fit a whole dining table. "Jun," Machi said, making a move to go to her. She stopped upon seeing that Jun's eyes had darkened.

"Oh," Jun said after some time, and blinked a few times, her eyes returning to their normal light blue. She took her hand out of the wall, examining the damage she'd done. "I'm fine," she told Machi with a sweet smile. She brought her hand down and flipped the flower vase that had been resting on one of the shelves. It shattered on the ground with a loud crash. "Sorry," she said, completely devoid of emotion. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to go upstairs. See you later."

She slammed the door hard enough to shake five floors up and below.

Machi looked down at Hisoka, who had a smile plastered on his face. "You're such a stupid jerk."

They spoke briefly about Hisoka's match. Machi seemed to understand Hisoka's power quite well, which actually impressed him. Watching her work her nen on his arms was interesting as well; it was one of his favorite things about the pink haired woman.

"We're meeting on August 30th," she said, and Hisoka perked up again. He'd already forgotten what they were talking about. "Everyone is meeting in York Shin. No exceptions."

A thin smile crept on his lips. "Will the boss be there?"

"Probably," Machi answered. She grabbed her things and moved to leave; she didn't want to converse with him any more than she needed to. There was something wrong with Jun and she slammed Hisoka's door, heading upstairs to meet her. She had an idea of why Jun was so upset, but she didn't really believe it.

Jun was jealous.

That was the only answer. Jun had accidentally made Hisoka jealous that day she'd gone out with Kastro, and Hisoka was taking slow, painful revenge on her for it, with Machi as a pivotal player. Machi wasn't going to have it. She wouldn't be involved in his games, especially when Jun was getting hurt in the process.

Jun lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her head was spinning. So many negative things happening around her, she didn't know how to organize herself. All she could do is lie down and focus her nen to block out the bad feelings. She couldn't afford to feel anything.

There was a knock at her door and Jun turned to the sound. "Jun, it's me," said a female voice, and Jun stared back at the ceiling. She didn't want to see Machi right now. She felt so…ashamed. For being so angry with her and not even knowing why. Jun wanted to apologize, but she wasn't even sure what she would be apologizing for.

"Jun, please," Machi said outside, and Jun stood up, heading towards the door. She hesitated for a moment before pulling it open.

The words came out of Jun's mouth before she could stop them, "I didn't ask you to come up here."

"Jun," Machi said, her voice stern. She furrowed her brows. She was going to be straight with Jun. "Nothing is happening with Hisoka and I."

Jun paused for a moment, and looked down at the ground. "What's wrong with me?" she asked Machi quietly, and Machi sighed, coming into the room. Jun sulked back to her bed and Machi sat beside her.

"Do you want me to tell you what I think it is?" Machi asked, and Jun nodded. "You're jealous."

And, like Machi had expected, Jun blinked blankly, not understanding what she meant. "Jealous?"

Machi took a breath, trying to think about her words. She had one chance to explain this to Jun and she needed to do it right. "It's like, okay. Um, even though it's totally not true, you see me as a rival when it comes to, ah, being with Hisoka. So, you feel uneasy and upset, because you're afraid that I might take him away from you."

"But you're not going to?"

"Absolutely not," Machi promised. "You and I are friends, Jun. And I also hate him."

"Why do I feel this way?" Jun asked. "It's not very fun."

"You're sleeping with him," Machi explained. "And you don't want him to sleep with anyone else, right?"

"I guess."

Machi sighed. It was so hard to talk to Jun sometimes. "Well, that's why I think you were jealous. There's nothing to worry about, though, I think he's really gross, and you can have him," Machi told her, and Jun just smiled happily, disregarding Machi's other comment. "It's totally normal to feel jealous, Jun. I actually think you made him jealous first."

Jun perked up like a puppy that had just gotten a whiff of bacon. "Really?"

"Yeah, that time you hung out with that guy," Machi said, waving it off. "The one he killed today."

"Did he kill Kasper because he was jealous?" Jun asked, interested. "Hisoka saw Kasper as a rival, so he killed Kasper, because he thought I would be taken away from him?"

That seemed a little too light for something Hisoka would do. He was obsessed with Jun, and he wouldn't allow anyone else to come near her. That was a fact. There was no rhyme or reason for anything he did; he did it because he felt like it. He felt that he owned Jun. That was probably why he did what he did.

But Machi wasn't going to bother explaining that to Jun. She probably wouldn't understand. "Yeah, sure," she agreed. Jun wasn't foolish enough to bring it up to Hisoka anyway. "So, we're okay, right?"

Jun smiled brightly and nodded. "Of course! We're friends, right?"

"Yeah," Machi agreed, standing up. "I have to go. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay? I'll be around, so just call if you need anything, Jun."

"Sure," Jun said, smiling as Machi walked out the door. She let out a breath of relief and laid back on her bed. It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Knowing why she felt something made it much more bearable. She tried to remember the feeling, so that she could recognize it if it ever came up again and stomp it out before she had the chance to get upset.

Sometime later, her door opened and she propped herself up on her elbows. Only one other person had the key to her room. Hisoka was standing in the door way having taken a shower and changed into fresh clothes. He brushed the strands of red hair from his face as he made his way to the bed.

"Hi," Jun greeted with a bright smile, sitting up.

If Hisoka were surprised at her sudden change in demeanor, he didn't show it. Instead, a small smile crept up his lips. "Feeling better, Jun-chan?"

"Much better," she said happily, clapping her hands. "Your fight was amazing!"

Now, that was the praise he knew he deserved. "Thank you, Jun-chan."

"Kasper's ability was pretty good, don't you think? He made it just to beat you," she laughed. "It's a waste, though. Isn't he an enhancer?"

"Yes, it was quite a waste."

Jun grinned and stood up, poking him in the chest. "Well, you didn't have to kill him."

"I think I did," Hisoka said simply. His eyes flicked over a worn haori on her bed.

"Well, whatever," Jun said, waving him off. "Actually, I thought it was nice."

"Oh?" Hisoka asked, looking down at her, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.

"Yeah. You didn't want me to be taken away, right?" she said, smiling sweetly.

Hisoka paused. The smile disappeared. "What was that, Jun-chan?"

"I mean, you were jealous, right? That's why you killed—"

One moment, Jun was speaking, and the next, she was on the ground, her head spinning. She'd thwacked her head on her bedpost and her cheek was burning from having been slapped, the skin on her cheek torn from his nails slicing into her skin. It didn't hurt, but it had still felt like she'd been slammed in the head with a sledgehammer.

"Jun-chan," Hisoka said darkly, sitting on the bed. He crossed his legs, placing his feet near Jun's face. "I'm going to ask you to repeat yourself. The right words better come out of your mouth. Did you just accuse me of being jealous?"

Jun tried to push herself up from the ground, but Hisoka shifted so that his feet were pressed against the side of her face, crushing her back to the earth. Her head was still spinning, and she tried to blink her blurry vision away.

"It's a simple question, Jun-chan," Hisoka said, leaning down slightly.

"Get off," she snarled, pushing up with all her might. He reached down to grab her, but she swatted his hand away, pulling herself up. "I said I thought it was a nice gesture. Why can't you just admit it?"

Hisoka ignored her, standing up. "That's the wrong answer."

"Why are you being like this?" she snapped. "It's annoying."

"I should be the one saying that to you, Jun-chan," Hisoka told her, snatching her chin. "You are the one that is acting strangely."

Jun slapped his hand away, and tightened her hands into fists. "You're being such a jerk. I thought that we—"

"There is no 'we'," Hisoka told her. "I belong to no one. But you, Jun-chan, belong to me. That's how this has always been. I warned you before that I don't want this relationship to change."

Before Jun even realized what she did, she'd slapped Hisoka across the face. Granted, it wasn't as powerful as the one he had dealt her; he actually didn't even seem fazed by it. He even seemed to have turned his cheek just to humor her. She pointed a finger at him. "You're the worst," she growled, and Hisoka noticed her eyes darkening. "Don't talk like you're the only important thing in my life. You're not my final goal."

And with that, she turned on her heels, snatching her haori off the shelf and stormed off, slamming the door behind her.