A/N: Tried to write a little longer and a little quicker so I could get this out ASAP. Sorry for my lack of activity, but thank you for all the support otherwise. I'm so glad you stuck with me this far. There's much more to come!

Hisoka and Jun left the sports complex hand in hand, Jun practically skipping. "What's next?" she asked, as excited as ever. Hisoka thought that she might be tired, considering that she never really did much during the day. She spent her afternoons sleeping or watching TV, or shopping. He figured an all-day activity would tire her out. He was wrong.

Not that he didn't like it. He actually preferred to see Jun full of life. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place. She was always searching for more challenges, more things to do. How long had she been so complacent? Nevertheless, he was actually happy to see her.

The sky had already begun to darken as he checked his phone and smiled at her. "It's almost time for our final event," Hisoka told her, and Jun lit up like fireworks at midnight. He tilted his head as he started to lead Jun down a street. "We have somewhere to be."

Jun followed him happily. They ended up a few blocks down, entering a fancy hotel. Hisoka checked in while Jun marveled at it, wandering around the lobby. The seats were made with leather and mahogany wood, and a beautiful giant glass and crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, reflecting a million tiny golden stars around the room.

Hisoka handed Jun a key before turning back to the desk. "Oh, before we go up. I had some bags delivered to my room, I assume they got here fine?" he asked with a thin smile. "My Jun-chan has some very important pieces of clothing in there."

"Be sure to transfer the five hundred million," replied the host dryly, to which Hisoka chuckled. Illumi had used zetsu and was completely untraceable, plus, he had changed his appearance. He was thin and blonde, but but Hisoka had a gut feeling. And his gut feelings were never wrong.

"How cute of you," he told Illumi as Jun skipped off to the elevator, calling his name. "I'm so jealous of your relationship with my Jun-chan. Be sure to tell me how you two met the next time we hang out, Illumi-kun. I'm so curious."

"I pray she kills you," Illumi said quietly. "Enjoy your stay," he added with a smile as a worker passed behind him. Hisoka took his key from Illumi's fingers and headed off to where Jun was hopping around impatiently. Illumi undid his tie, stepped out from behind the desk and disappeared into the early twilight.

Illumi and Jun had met many years ago. And, for about ten poorly misjudged seconds, a teenage Illumi had thought once, that if ever he were to settle in and wanted a few mini-assassins running around, the only acceptable candidate for a reproduction partner would in fact be Sekihara Jun. This thought was over within seconds when he remembered that she was Sekihara Jun. She was a train wreck that he didn't even want to get near, which was why he never bothered.

He had met her many years ago for the first time at her home in Meteor City. He and his father often traveled there to do jobs for the Huang family, as they paid well, and had many enemies. They were a well-known medical family but to have an ailment cured cost a pretty penny. It made people unhappy when they were still paying for debts for a wound healed ten years ago. There were many attempts to kidnap the Huang children, and threats needed to be eliminated. Illumi and his father would go to the Huang house in Meteor City to accept jobs from Huang Jie, Jun's mother.

Her brother, Jin'ai, Illumi had met first. He was the face of the family. The token healer of the last ten years. Since he'd barely been able to walk, he had been chipping off years of his life to live up to his family name. From what Illumi could tell, the boy was quiet, but certainly kind. However, whenever Illumi was near Jin'ai, he could smell a sharp, dusty scent, and the air around him always weighed heavy. Sekihara Jin'ai smelled of death.

Upon exiting the house on their first trip there, Illumi had immediately noticed a presence following them. However, looking up at his father, who was paying no heed, Illumi decided to do the same. By the third uncomfortable visit to the house, Illumi was mildly annoyed. The presence never once seemed malicious, he never felt blood lust. Instead, there seemed something...curious about it. He could have killed this person without so much as a flick of his wrist, but something in his mind told him it was better to leave this person alive.

"I can feel you following us," he said to the empty hallway, his father looking down at him, surprised that he had spoken. "By the time we return, I expect you to have learned to conceal your presence. Or I will kill you."

And she did learn. The two had grown up basically stalking each other – learning to follow Illumi without being detected was how she got so good at using zetsu – and old habits did die hard. All the information he had given Hisoka today, he had already known for years. She got along well with his family, as his parents could appreciate a cold blooded killer, no matter how many screws were loose. Growing up, they spent a lot of time together, mostly trying to kill each other, but it was … fun nonetheless. While Killua had still been an infant, Jun had frequently stopped by the house, though she remained undetected by the younger Zoldycks.

However, Illumi and Jun had fought once, five years ago and never spoken since.

"You follow him around like you are his pet," Illumi said, tying his hair up. Jun made a face, ice cream still in her mouth. Illumi took a sip from his tea.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked a seventeen year old Jun. She'd met up again with Hisoka a few months ago, when he had first come to the Heaven's Arena. She and Illumi had met up at her new floor for the first time. It was also the first time he had seen her in months. They used to see each other quite often, but due to her new arrangement with Hisoka, Illumi barely saw her at all. It was strange, not having that woman talking up a storm while Illumi sat in silence. She was white noise, but it was uncomfortable without her nonetheless.

"You know exactly what I mean," Illumi said, no emotion in his voice. It was something Jun was used to and she had always laughed it off.

But not this time. She scoffed, as though Illumi didn't track her whereabouts. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

"You have been obsessed with this person for many years. Everything you have done has been for this person. But have you forgotten what your goal is?" he asked as Jun's gaze hardened. "Have you forgotten your brother? Why would you waste time in this city? I thought you were looking for Jin'ai."

"I am looking for Jin'ai," Jun snapped, the water in the glass she was holding overflowing. "You're right. Everything I've done has been to meet Hisoka again, so why can't I just spend time with him? I will find Jin'ai again after I've killed Hisoka."

"He won't let you. And even if he did fight you, you will never kill him. You can't. You are his pet."

"I am not!" she said, the glass shattering in her hands. "Why are you even bringing this up? You know me. You trust me. You know I'll get back to looking for Jin'ai once I finish all this stuff."

"Obviously not," Illumi said, and to that, Jun stood up, slamming her hands on the table.

"You don't believe me?"

"He doesn't love you, Jun-suh," Illumi told her curtly. Jun fired daggers into him with his eyes, but he did not flinch, his face emotionless. "But if you want to throw away your life, that is your prerogative. However, do not expect me to save you or help you any longer. I have no need to associate myself with weaklings."

"How can you even say that? I don't love him, I-"

"He doesn't love you," Illumi repeated. "He will never love you."

That was probably the first time Jun had ever wrecked her floor. It was also probably the first time she had ever lost a fight. No, Illumi remembered, it was her second. Illumi had barely won that day, only managing to knock her out with a swift kick to the temple that sent her flying into the bathtub, shattering the pipes. The water had washed over her then, and Illumi knew that the fight was over. He had left and hadn't spoken to her since.

Not that it mattered. Friends were pointless anyway. It was Jun that had taught him that.

Hisoka rode the elevator up with a rather happy Jun, who was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. He thought little of Illumi and Jun's relationship, though, he was mildly curious. Jun had never once before mentioned that she even knew Illumi, so Hisoka figured that he was either very important to her, or not at all. There was no in between.

That was what made him curious. But not curious enough to ask, as either way, her reaction would probably not be a pretty one. And Hisoka knew that his wouldn't be either. It was better not to ask questions one did not want to know the answers to.

Jun clapped her hands excitedly upon reaching their floor. Hisoka chuckled, waving his hand. "Go ahead, Jun-chan, you have the honors."

She slid her key through the slot and pushed open the door.

"I apologize that this is not as high as your room," Hisoka said as Jun explored their floor. "This building only goes up to 100 floors, and it is not nearly as big as your room, but I thought it would be a nice change of pace."

"It's fantastic," Jun said, and Hisoka heard every bit of her sincerity in his bones. "I love it. Thank you."

Hisoka smiled. "Of course, Jun-chan," he told her. He swept into the bathroom and returned with a garment bag. "That's not all."

Jun squealed and ran over, tearing the bag open to reveal a simple cerulean dress with a sweetheart neckline. She held the dress up against herself, the hemline falling just below her knees. She grinned at him. "I love it," she cried, clapping her hands.

"I'm glad," Hisoka told her. "I have set up an evening of dinner and dancing for my princess. Does that sound fun?"

"Absolutely!" Jun exclaimed. She handed the dress back to Hisoka, who hung it in the empty closet before she ended up ruining it somehow. He head Jun ruffling through her bags and was actually surprised that Illumi brought them up.

"What are you doing, Jun-chan?" he asked, noticing her tossing up some rather interesting articles of clothing.

She grinned. "Getting you dressed."

Hisoka had almost forgotten about their little bet. Because he lost their athletic decathlon earlier today, he would be putting on something he had bought her from the many lingerie shops they visited while trying to shake off Gon and Killua this morning. Hisoka pulled his tank top off in one swoop motion, tossing it aside as he sat on the bed, where Jun seemed to be tossing items she was starting to winnow down.

Hisoka leafed through the lacy articles of clothing she had tossed aside, a snide smile creeping up his lips. "You have quite good taste, Jun-chan."

"I know," she giggled, tossing a black thong up onto the bed. "Okay, how about I narrow this down to five, then you pick three, then I'll pick the final pretty pants," she said, wiggling her fingers.

"Sure," Hisoka said, as Jun dug through her finds, tossing aside five of her favorites. They were mostly pink, black, or red arrangements, and Hisoka sifted through them, pulling out a three sets she'd placed aside – including a corset and matching underwear set. He was curious to see if she picked that one, how on earth she would make him fit into it.

Jun giggled. "I thought you'd pick those," she said, pointing to the red corset and underwear, the pink lacy boy shorts and collar and the simple black thong.

Hisoka raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to say something to sway her decision, but Jun tossed the black underwear in his lap. He seemed a bit puzzled, not saying anything at first.

"I'm simple," Jun said with a shrug, as Hisoka seemed at a loss for words. "I don't want anything flashy. You in that little black thing is enough of a win for me."

And much to Jun's surprise, in one swoop motion, Hisoka flipped Jun over onto her back, holding her wrists above her head. He licked his lips. "And what shall I make you wear tonight?"

"Oh," she said, seeming a bit surprised. She tilted her head in confusion. "I wasn't going to wear anything under that dress."

Hisoka smiled thinly. "Ah, Jun-chan, you know exactly how to turn me on."

She laughed again, and easily broke out of Hisoka's grasp. He hadn't even realized he wasn't using much strength at all to pin her down, and by the look on her face, she didn't even realize that she hadn't used any strength at all to sit up. Jun didn't bother hiding using her strength; it was always obvious when she was making an effort. Hisoka pressed his lips together. This made him unhappy. Since when was he so soft on her?

"What time's our dinner?" she asked, gathering the underwear and stuffing them back into the bags.

Hisoka shrugged, leaning back on his arms. "A few hours," he replied coolly. "What do you suggest we do until then?"

"I was going to shower," Jun suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. She giggled at Hisoka's emotionless face and waved him off. "Then you can put on that pretty underwear and we can play video games in the living room. I saw that new next generation console I wanted!"

And without another word, she pranced off into the bathroom, leaving Hisoka alone with a tiny, lacy, black thong.

Jun smoothed out her dress, looking in the mirror. "Does it look okay?" she asked, turning to Hisoka, who smiled.

"Of course, Jun-chan," he told her. He had started to change into his dinner attire - with Jun making sure that he was indeed wearing that black underwear under his slacks - and Jun had managed to finish getting ready before him. Granted, they had showered separately, which Hisoka didn't exactly enjoy, but he would adhere to her wishes for only a few hours more. He just had to endure.

"Don't forget these," he called to her, tossing a pair of white heels onto the bed. He had to think twice about buying them - he wondered if Jun could walk in heels - but then he remembered that the boots she wore everyday were practically stilettos.

"Oh, thanks," she said, looking at them in the light before strapping them on. She paused for a second. "Hey, Hisoka?"

"What is it?" he asked, buttoning his shirt.

Jun kept her eyes on her new shoes, fiddling with the straps. "Thank you." Her voice was so quiet that Hisoka almost didn't hear it.

"For what?"

"Everything," she said with a shrug and a sheepish, almost nervous smile. "Today's been awesome."

"Well, it's not over yet," Hisoka replied, lifting her up off the bed and handing her a tie. He pointed to his collar and she smiled, swinging it around his neck. She quickly tied it - Hisoka didn't even know she knew how to tie a tie - and he startled for a moment when she looped it tight and sharp, the fabric pressing against his throat. He snatched her wrist, licking his lips and Jun quickly twirled her arm around, freeing herself from his grasp, knocking aside his hand with a sharp thwack. He brought his other arm up, ready to give her a swift knock on the head, but Jun simply tugged on his tie, loosening it, and quickly looped it neatly at his collar.

She giggled, stuck her tongue out at him and hopped back to the bed. "Don't wanna destroy this nice suite," she explained, nodding to the ceiling.

"Good thinking," Hisoka praised, straightening his tie. He grabbed his jacket from a hanger, glancing over at Jun, who was already occupied by whatever documentary was on TV.

"Uwaaaah, Greed Island," she said, pointing at the TV. "Can we play that?"

"Maybe," Hisoka told her, shrugging vaguely. "Are you ready to go?"

"Oh, yeah," she said, hopping up off the bed and flicking off the TV. She smiled sweetly at Hisoka, who had spent most of the day attempting to become immune to the warmth that attempted to melt his bones whenever she smiled like that. "You look nice," she told him.

Hisoka was dressed in a pair of black slacks, black shoes, and a black dress shirt under a stark white jacket. His tie and pocket square were a vivid electric blue, matching Jun's blue dress. He had left his hair down again, and a few silver rings adorned his fingers. He lifted Jun's headband off the nearby counter and placed it gently in her hair. She grinned again and headed out before him.

The restaurant on the roof was a rather large establishment, almost like a ballroom. The walls were glass, revealing the entire city in a sea of lights. The Heaven's Arena stood, taller than this building, somewhere far away, but Jun didn't even seem to notice. There was a small dance floor where a few couples were swaying in time to a string quartet and piano arrangement. The lights above glowed dimly, candles flickering ever so slightly. Hisoka spoke to the host about a reservation and the two headed for a table near the window.

Jun marveled at the sight outside as though she'd never seen a city before. As if she didn't own a home on a floor higher than this. But Hisoka didn't think it was annoying, or dramatic. Jun saw the world through new eyes, everyday when she woke up in the morning. If things were the same - and he knew for a fact that she lived a relatively routine life - then she didn't notice the things around her. Today was a special day, and she knew it. So he knew that she would store every last bit of information about today in her memory. Even years from now, he knew that memories like this - memories of days she found important - motivated her to achieve even greater things. Of course he knew. It was the memory of fifteen years ago that had made her into the woman she was today.

The waiter brought menus for the both of them. Hisoka smiled up at Jun. "Will we be playing our game?" he asked her and she laughed.

"Sure," she told him, tapping her nose. "I think I did pretty good today."

"And the prize?"

Much to his surprise, Jun winked. "You know what the prize'll be."

Hisoka licked his lips, shooting grin an all-knowing smirk. "Of course," he agreed. "Shall we have champagne? To celebrate your wonderful victory yesterday, princess."

"Sure," she said, not seeing too interested. Hisoka wasn't surprised; Jun didn't seem like the type of person who would like alcohol anyway. He knew she only drank it because he offered her.

They soon ordered for each other - Jun ordered a seafood and meat option for Hisoka, who ordered Jun a creamy steak pasta - and the waiter headed off to deliver their order to the kitchen. Hisoka stood up, holding his hand out to Jun. She looked at it, tilting her head in confusion, and then lifting it to stare at Hisoka.

"Shall we dance while we wait?" he asked.

Jun shook her head, nearly shrinking into the glass walls. "I don't want to dance," she said, much to Hisoka's surprise. He thought she would jump at a chance to dance with him.

"You don't want to, or you don't know how?" he teased.

She looked away and huffed. "The second one," she said quietly, and Hisoka chuckled.

"Come on, princess. I'll teach you," he promised. Jun furrowed her brows in apprehension, eyeing Hisoka's hand, before sighing and standing, taking it. He lead her to the wooden floors, holding one hand up, and placing the other on his shoulder. He tilted his body, feeling Jun tense up. "Sway," he told her.

Jun stared at her feet, trying to match Hisoka's rhythm. He laughed, causing her to look up. "You're so tense, Jun-chan. It's unlike you."

"I don't normally do stuff like this," she said defensively, puffing out her cheeks.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I know," he told her. "That's why I want to reward you."

Jun hummed, Hisoka unable to tell if it was in agreement, or disagreement, or some other emotion, but he didn't say anything about it. After some time of sway, Jun cleared her throat as though about to say something. Hisoka looked down at her, but remained silent.

"I lied, you know," she said, looking over his shoulder, then darting her eyes away.

"About what?"

"What you asked me about earlier today," she started. "You asked why I became a floormaster," Jun clarified. "And I told you it was because I was bored. That wasn't totally a lie, but it was sort of a lie."

"What do you mean?"

"I did it for you," she said simply, turning her bright blue eyes to lock with him.

Hisoka didn't know what the best way to react was, so he just chuckled. "I'm honored."

"You know, there are a lot of things that happened to me before I met you that day, fifteen years ago, and there were also a lot of things happened to me after you left me. You aren't my final goal, Hisoka, but it's because of you that I am who I am. That day, you were all I had left, you know. The only absolute certain thing that was even remotely attainable was being able to meet you again and so I trained hard and got stronger and made a name for myself. Red Queen. I chose that name, you know. Because of your red hair. I thought if I'd proven my strength, I thought if I'd gotten famous, I would see you again," she explained, and then flashed a bright smile. "And I was right. I mean, I was bored, but I was mostly tired of waiting for you. I just wanted you to find me as soon as you could."

"And I did," Hisoka said, not particularly sure what to think about Jun's confession. It certainly wasn't a love confession, no, it was nothing like that, but it was proof that he had been on her mind for fifteen years. She'd never, ever given up on seeing him in those years, and perhaps the most significant realization for him was that neither had he.

Jun nodded. "You did," she agreed. "But I'm going to leave here soon. I have other things to do, too."

"As do I," Hisoka told her.

"I have a lot to prove. And even though it'll change our dynamic, I want to fight you before I leave and prove all of those things."

"Soon," Hisoka lied, but it seemed to make Jun happy. He needed to get her to shut up. He hadn't expected her to suddenly get so deep and thoughtful. The song ended and Hisoka led them back to the table just as their food was arriving. At the sight of food, Jun seemed to forget all the profound things she had said, becoming enticed with the scent of a hot meal.

Their fight. It was something they hadn't talked about in a while. It was a known fact that Hisoka liked those with potential and found no greater joy in taking the life of someone who had reached their potential. But did he think that Jun had hit her peak? He assumed she was somewhere in her early twenties. As a fighter, did she have more room to grow?

"One hundred percent," Hisoka said, causing Jun to pause mid-bite. "When you fight me, will you use one hundred percent?"

Jun swallowed her food and laughed, waving him off as though he'd asked the silliest question. "Of course!" she said, taking a sip of water. "What would our fight be if I wasn't at a hundred percent?"

"What is the most percent you have ever used on another opponent?" he asked, taking a sip from his champagne.

He was half expecting her to say the sixty percent she had used on Odin. She took another bite of her pasta before answering, "Eighty."

That was a lot higher than he thought. "When?"

"Years ago."

"Against whom?"

"Stop," Jun said sharply. She didn't raise her voice, she didn't sound upset at all, but Hisoka could feel her venom, her urgency, boiling in her blood. "The past is off limits. Remember?"

Hisoka paused for a moment and then smiled. "Of course. My apologies, princess. I did not mean to break our deal."

"It's fine," Jun said, but she wasn't smiling. "Just. That stuff isn't interesting, okay?"

"Okay," Hisoka agreed, raising his hands in defeat, which cause Jun to let out a breath of relief. "How about a game, then? I'll tell you something about me in exchange for one thing about you?"

To his surprise, Jun took a long time to answer. She chewed her food slowly, thinking. "What if you lie?" she asked quietly.

"I would never lie to you, princess," he said, his amber eyes gleaming.

"Ever?"

"Ever."

"Okay," she said, her voice tainted with a pinch of hesitance.

"Bungee Gum," he said, and she tilted her head in confusion. "It's named after a candy I liked as a child. My family was poor, so I chewed a sweet called Bungee Gum until it had absolutely no taste. It was my treat."

Jun took a while to process that information. She seemed to believe him - he saw the innocence in her blue eyes, even as she turned them away to the window. "Zoldyck Illumi."

There it was. He didn't acknowledge it. Didn't say anything about it. Exactly the answer Hisoka had been looking for.

The waiter returned, asking them how their food was, which served as a rather convenient method to effectively drop the conversation. Jun seemed to have forgotten about the entire ordeal already, chattering about that same video game she had seen on the documentary earlier in the evening. Hisoka responded shortly, giving her cues that let her know he was paying attention.

Dinner went by rather successfully. Hisoka had won this game of ordering, finishing their dessert with a strawberry shortcake. They headed back to the room, Jun still talking up a storm.

Hisoka shut the door tightly behind him, his jacket already on the floor. He undid his tie, tossing it aside without a care. "Hold on," Jun said, turning. She could feel his lust, heavy and thick, from the other side of the room. "Let me do something for you."

Before Hisoka could protest - he thought about breaking her legs so she wouldn't be able to move away from him - she locked herself in the bathroom. he closed his eyes for a moment, suppressing his annoyance. Stalking over to the bedroom, he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the ground.

Hisoka seemed to have waited for an eternity before Jun emerged from the bathroom. He knew for a fact that she hadn't worn anything under that dress, but she'd changed into one of the pieces she'd bought earlier this morning. It was simple, a black bra with gold embellishments, and a pair of silk black underwear with little frills. "Ta-da," she said, shrugging and holding her arms out.

There were a bunch of things that Jun could have put on that would have proven for a fun night, but for some reason, Hisoka thought her choice was absolutely perfect. He lifted his hand and flicked his finger, beckoning for her.

She smiled sweetly and skipped over to him, and he pulled her into his lap. "You are truly beautiful, Jun," he said, and her smile widened as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I have a bonus prize for you."

Before Jun could say anything, Hisoka placed a hand on the small of her back, and pulled her into a kiss. It was long, and deep, and melted Jun's bones. She pressed into him and he shifted so that he was on top of her, lifting a hand to move the hair from her face.

Now the nights Jun and Hisoka spent together were nothing but passion. The room filling with hot, heavy breaths, the sound of flesh against flesh, bones breaking and spraining. It was a complete mess and the two of them had never complained.

Hisoka was always in control of his state of being. He knew everything about Jun's body; it was like clockwork. He never got lost in his emotions, never needed to feel anything that wasn't physical.

But tonight, for some reason, was different. He found himself going in and out of consciousness, the feel of Jun's hands on him hot and cold at the same time, her voice echoing in his ear, and sometimes, far away. He was completely lost in her.

But why? Hisoka didn't understand why anything had changed. They had spent a day together, playing games and making bets. It wasn't like Sekihara Jun had suddenly become a different person. She was still the same innocent, naive young woman she had always been.

But she had grown up, hadn't she? She wasn't the seven year old he'd left in Meteor City. She wasn't the teenager he'd found drenched in blood at the Heaven's Arena. Those were who she was. This was who she became. She ended up this way because everything she had done in her life had been for him.

Hisoka laid beside her, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Jun giggled, sitting up and fixing her hair a bit. "Uwahhh, my wrists aren't broken," she said, sounding amazed as she rolled her wrists, just to be sure. Hisoka expected her to plop back down into bed, but she swung her legs over the side of the bed, slipping on her underwear. She stood up and flounced around the bed towards the bathroom.

"Jun," Hisoka said, catching her attention. He smiled thinly and beckoned again, and she came to him practically leaping into his arms. Hisoka wasn't going to let her shower so easily. Whatever emotion she was starting to feel, she had to suffer through. She had little idea what she had put him through tonight.

"That's probably the first time you've ever used my name," Jun said, absently running her finger across Hisoka's arm. "Since we met, I think. You've always called me Jun-chan, or princess. Hearing you call me just 'Jun' is weird."

"I thought 'just Jun' would be fine?" Hisoka teased, receiving an eye-roll from Jun.

"You know," she started, swallowing a lump in her throat. "My real name is—"

"I thought the past was off limits?" Hisoka said, cutting her off. "Regardless of whatever is going on in that brain of yours, Jun-chan, do not compromise our deal. The past does not matter. You are my Jun-chan, and no matter what new information I learn about you, that will never change."

Jun seemed startled, but then smiled. "Yeah," she said, shaking her head. "Sorry."

"It's fine," he told her. "But I would appreciate it if you stopped writing your name on my arm five thousand times," he added, to which she giggled. She'd been tracing over the two syllables to her name over and over and over, as though he wouldn't notice.

"Neveeeer," she teased, digging her nail into his skin to write "JUN", little red welts forming where she wrote her name.

He snatched her jaw and raised an eyebrow, examining her. "I suppose it's fine," he said, releasing her. "You have always been mine, and I suppose that just for today, I was yours."

She seemed surprised, her blue eyes blinking a few times before she cracked a sweet, warm smile, before closing her eyes. It had been a long day. She'd spent more time out doing things today than she had in the last few months combined. It had...surely been the best day ever. Hisoka's words were just icing on the cake. She couldn't help but laugh a little. "And you were mine."