Author's Note: How do you like me now? Another chapter in less than a week! Lol Watch you guys hate the chapter. I apologize ahead of time if Hisoka sounds out of character. I tried SO hard to keep him in character (by that I mean I watched ALL his scenes in the 2011 version{some in the old}) and I looked over the manga (since I own the entire volume set up till 13). I hope I didn't fail.

Right. Please review, constructive criticism is totally welcomed. I really want to make Hisoka perfect for you guys. I hope you enjoy. Oh as well as I wrote a oneshot for Chrollo Lucifer. It'd be wonderful if you guys checked it out and shared your thoughts. Thanks everyone and I hope this chapter meets you expectations!

Chapter 9

In the midst of all her chaos

There was a man

That smiled like the devil

She didn't even know

she needed him

"You've got to be kidding me," Scarlett could hardly keep the words in her mouth until her father left, leaving her alone with an all too happy Hisoka. If only he knew. If only, if only. She couldn't even figure out what on Earth he was up too. What good was it going to do him if he became her bodyguard?

She was very annoyed with all of this. Her father and Hisoka. And just when she thought he actually cared about- ahaha cared. She mentally slapped herself. The man was bored yesterday and decided to stop by. It meant nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

So…what was he doing here for?

Unless…the thought him actually raping her took on a new light. One more intense. He wanted another go at a fight? It didn't seem so legit. She'd figured the more fights he had with her, the more bored he'd become.

Her eyes caught his laughing ones and all she could do was give him a glare. The bastard was messing with her.

"Raped and found dead by a river?" he repeated in a humored tone.

"So you admit to it?" She snapped back while folding her arms. She didn't budge from her spot. Instead prepared to punch him if he got to close.

"What exactly do you think we'll be doing together?" he smirked and began helping himself to the alcoholic drink, clearly not caring whether he was intoxicated on the job, "You," he plopped some ice in a empty cup, "clearly are the one with the twisted mind." He poured the drink and ever so slightly swished the liquid in a circular motion before placing it to his lips.

"Me?"

"I'm offended you always seem to associate me with some sexual Pedophile."

"That's because one-you stalk me. Two-the weird stares you constantly gave Gon back in the Hunter Exams. And three- you're easily turned on."

Hisoka had a smile on till she said number three. He managed a surprised blank stare before he actually burst into a kuu of hushed laughter, "And what are your eyes doing down there?"

That got Scarlett to shut up. She felt the blood inside her rush to her cheeks and she was sure that he could see that they'd gone red,

"Somehow I would've thought you'd be better dressed at home," he commented on her appearance a bit inquisitive about why she had dressed up the way she did.

"What the hell are you doing here anyways!" she changed the subject abruptly.

"I thought we could use some time together since you seemed so upset when i left yesterday night."

"Yea right," she answered back clearly not falling for that line, "Any other reason?"

"Isn't one enough?"

"No."

He gave her another smile and placed the glass down, "Well if you're that interested in my motivation," he placed a hand on his hip, "I wanted to meet your father."

That earned him a skeptical stare from the young woman, "My father?"

"Well I feel it's necessary if we're going to be together."

…..

"Excuse me?"

He smirked and walked over to her. Scarlett's involuntary reaction made her take a step back when he leaned forward.

"Just messing."

Her cheeks turned red, "You're turning out to be a lot more annoying than I imagined."

"What did you imagine?"

"None of your business."

He raised a brow obviously humored by her temper. Her sharp tongue made it hard to stay quiet. The way her cheeks would turn red when she got stumped on an erotic topic. He wondered how long he could take it before he lost complete control, "Seeing how I'm part of that image, I can say I have quite some business with it."

She rolled her eyes and turned away toward the exit. "Yea dad, hired up a homicidal killer who enjoys messing with my head to be my bodyguard!" she wanted to throw something, anything! But there was nothing around within reach.

Her hand went to her pendant so she could get a sense of control on herself and calm down when she realized that yesterday night the pendant was taken away from her. That if it weren't for Hisoka's deal with Revonika-for whatever reason- he helped get it back to her.

A ping of guilt poked her chest, but she wouldn't dare thank him right now. Not with that taunting smirk on his face. Not when he was getting so much enjoyment out of all this.

Scarlett's brow twitched. This test of anger control was getting harder and harder by each minute.

"Will You STOP following me?" she snapped at Hisoka while turning to point an accusing finger at him.

He blinked with fake innocence, "But I'm your bodyguard."

"On what grounds? I didn't hired you."

"Your father did, I thought we we'd gone over this."

She threw a flower vase at him from the dresser in her room, "Screw you Hisoka!" knowing he'd already dodge it, "I'm going to take a shower!" and she slammed the door shut in his face.

"What in the world is he playing at?" she muttered as she let the steaming hot water run down her bare skin. It was gnawing at her mind. It couldn't simply be because he was interested in her alone that he was taking measures into his own hands.

There had to be something he was after.

She didn't take too long under the shower. Her fingers lathering up the shampoo in her hair. She scrubbed down her body and she made sure she cleaned off the fake scar marks she'd drawn on her face.

If it weren't for all the anger bottled up in her she knew she would've cringed at the thought that Hisoka saw her the way she was. She slipped one hand into her robe sleeve and then the other, wrapped her hair in a towel and walked out.

…

She stared at Hisoka sitting by the door building a house of cards with a smile that made her feel that he could've been jacking off. "You look like you're having fun," she stated as she stood before him with a skeptical stare.

This looked familiar. She'd seen him do it when they were in the Hunter's exam.

Back then it sent shivers down her spine. Now-it still sent shivers down her spine.

He glanced up at her with his grey eyes trailing up and down her cloaked figure, "A part of me expected you to have a small towel around you when you walked out."

She kicked his house of cards, "And a part of me expected to find you jacking off."

Then something she didn't expect happened.

He frowned.

She'd really done it now. In one blink of an eye she found herself forced against the wall with Hisoka dominating over her. His arms were on either side of the wall trapping her right under him. She could feel his hot warm breath crash against her moistened skin. The towel on her hair had fallen somewhere when he'd caught her.

"You're rather brave today."

Her eyes were locked with his. No matter how much she told herself to look away she couldn't. She was so upset. She was full of anger at her father. She was hurt by what's happened to her mother. She felt like she was stripped of her hard earned liberty. She felt betrayed that Hisoka had chosen this way of being with her-through her father.

"I'm always brave," she muttered back.

"Or stupid."

That was a sucker punch to the gut, "Yea well I can't help it. I'm angry."

"So if I touch you," a card that had somehow appeared in his hand pressed at the robe, slicing through the material to have it fall from her shoulder, "You'll forgive me if I tell you I was excited?"

She bit her lip and forced her gaze to the side. He was right. There was no excuse for throwing around her anger at him. Especially when he really hadn't anything to do with it. Which meant….she had to suck up her pride and apologize. That's what he wanted?

Holding her breath she struggled to squeeze the words through her lips, "I'm sorry."

"For?"

"Knocking down your house of cards."

His lips took on a twisted smirk and he almost laughed. She was good at figuring out what upset him. He leaned his face down to hers, "I think I should apologize as well."

His words threw her off. What had he done to apologize for? Somehow she didn't see Hisoka saying sorry for becoming her bodyguard without her permission, "For wha-"

His lips cut her off. It happened so quickly that she couldn't hold back a gasp. It was only then she realized her heart had been pounding the entire time from his closeness. That he'd sliced part of her robe off.

Unsurprisingly it didn't stop with a simple kiss. He used her gasp as chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. His body pressed her hard against the wall. One of his legs slipping into her robe. She was helplessly pinned.

"Mph!" she struggled under his grip which only made him for aggressive. This all felt to familiar. Like the time back in her hotel room. back then she wasn't harboring so much negative emotions like now. Now she could hardly retain her growing anger at the world. Hisoka included.

She could here is faint snicker under her lips. His sweet tasting saliva mixing with hers as he taunted her. His tongue slipping in and out and nipping at her lower lip till it bled.

The taste of her blood and saliva was too much for Hisoka. Unlike last time, she was taken by surprise ill preparing her reaction. Her small sounds as she tried break the kiss were too cute for him to just pull away.

Abruptly he felt her palm press hard against his chin, forcing the kiss to break and for a moment he lost his aggression at the sound of her heavy panting. His eyes lingered on her reddened cheeks, tracing her parted lips, that angered gleam, those exposed shoulders almost like a canvas waiting for him to mark.

"Out!"

He snickered and leaned his head down so he could press his lips to her ear as he spoke. His fingers fondling her wet locks, "But you look so helpless it's tempting me."

Scarlett blushed madly at his words. She didn't expect him to over look her vulnerability, and having it pointed out bothered her all the more, "Rape wasn't part of my schedule today."

"I wouldn't consider it rape if you enjoyed it."

"Out."

"I rather not."

"Get. The. Hell. Out," She commanded with her hand in his face. Hisoka snickered, he had a conceded gleam in his eyes, one that told her that it was cute how she tried to hang on to a string of control. Deciding to go along with it he took a step back letting her fall back on her own feet, "Anything for the princess."

It was only when he shut the door behind him did he pause. His blood was boiling in his veins. Every movement he made his pants tighter. She was right, he was easily turned on. But that was when he was around her. Everything she did was like she was asking him to play with her.

He places the tips of his fingers to his temple and took a moment to contain himself then with a dark smirk he took a seat on the opposite wall facing her room and sat down. His deck of cards in his hands.

Scarlett definitely had her hands full with more than what she'd bargained for when she decided to come back home. She watched Hisoka close the door behind him and she fell to the floor. Her mind felt so strained. From Hisoka's questionable motives to her family affairs.

"If this isn't a fuck my life moment, I don't know what is," She muttered and got to her feet. She didn't even bother thinking about the kiss. She was used to it by now. Hisoka playing with her like a cheap toy. This was just his way of passing time. That much she knew. So no matter how much her heart beat was racing, she'd ignore it and pretend that she felt nothing for the wicked magician.

He was nothing more than a worthy opponent. He was nothing more than a sadistic man who talked about her friends like they were some sort of ripening fruit. He was nothing more than an obnoxious bodygaurd. Yea that was all he was.

She discarded the fact that he was the only man that truly grabbed her interest. The only man that made her heart race- that kept her on her toes.

No, no, that kind of thinking would get her killed.

He was just a madman who was stringing her along a stage.

That was just who Hisoka was.

Author's note: Chapter 9 complete! Hope it was good! And that I didn't totally destroy Hisoka's character. Please review Last time I got so many reviews I got so motivated to type up the next chapter (which I did). So yes I'll update soon! (And please check out my Chrollo oneshot!)