Hey all, welcome to chapter three. Things are going to get more intense from here on out so I completely changed the rating on this story. It is brutal. We get to see into Nana's past a bit. Enjoy!

Nana and Hisoka were on their way to the fourth phase of the examination, to Zevil Island. Nana was reaching the end of her rope with this little "trip" of theirs. Knowing how the man who was now sitting beside her as she tried to sleep on the way to their destination, he did this for completely selfish reasons. He only brought her along to see how she would react, to entertain himself. She wondered if he was bored with her and the whole expedition. It had been pretty easy so far, even with the random and futile ambush he had from an angry vengeful group for last years hiccup. Nana slowly opened her eye to glance at him. Hisoka sat there playing with his cards, with a slight uncharacteristic frown painted on his face. Nana shuffled and grabbed a cigarette, shifting herself into a more comfortable position. She stretched out her left leg while kept her right one bent so she could rest her arm on there.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Nana muttered as she kept her eyes closed and rested her head back to look up at the night sky. Hisoka chuckled shuffling his cards.

"Hmm? Are you worried about me?" She couldn't see it but, she could feel the smirk slyly stretch across his pale face as he tried to tease her.

"Nervous?" She joked and he chuckled again.

"No."

"Bored?" This time his bloodlust shot up, wafting over her causing her to flinch back a little before he reeled it back in.

"No." He quietly moaned, his amber eyes in slits and a predatory smile across his face. Nana repositioned herself, scooting just a couple inches farther away from Hisoka. She couldn't stand the pervert but every single time he let his nen flare, her body got tingly. Nana had to try to compose herself every time it hit her. It was so powerful, so bloodthirsty, and so suffocating. It was addictive though she never wanted to admit it. She didn't know how much longer she could stay around Hisoka, she was reaching the end of her rope. Nana was missing the troupe at this moment, they hold more sanity than who she was stuck with at the moment. She wanted to read with Chrollo, play cards with shalnark and the rest, and even get into fun scuffles with Feitan. She missed watching them enjoy themselves. She missed enjoying herself.

"Ew..." She muttered. "I don't want to know about that." Nana opened her eyes and scowled at the spaced on the ground between her legs. She didn't know how much longer she could stay around Hisoka. Nana was missing the troupe at this moment, they hold more sanity than who she was stuck with at the moment. She wanted to read with Chrollo, play cards with shalnark and the rest, and even get into fun scuffles with Feitan. She missed watching them enjoy themselves. She missed enjoying herself. Nana turned to Hisoka, a scowl still plastered on her face. "Why did you bring me here?"

"You don't know, Nana-chan?" Hisoka mused. In reality he was just buying time. The reason he dragged her along wasn't concrete, he was just bored. There wasn't a deeper meaning to the quick spur of the moment plan. What did she want the meaning to be? That he couldn't imagine spending days away from her or, that he wanted her to be by his side as they took down candidates one by one? No, the most emotional it got was she was his toy and he did not want his toy being stolen or broken while he was away, especially since she was so brand new. He wanted to break in his toy himself. He saw how the little interrogator spider stared at Nana, ready to rip her from limb to limb. Rip out her innards and sprawl them on the floor and wait to see how long she lasted before she screamed or worse, took her last breath. Break her bone by bone, tear her apart tissue by tissue. Nana would not cave easily, she'd probably enjoy it in the beginning. This thought made him chuckle.

Now his own thoughts turned to himself tearing apart Nana but in a more passionate way. A sly grin slid across his face and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. This could be fun…

"Why do you think, Nana-chan?" After seeing that look on Hisoka's face, Nana didn't really know what to say. She really did not want to know what was running through his head.

"Because you're selfish and didn't want to be bored and knew that I would be miserable? I don't even need a hunter's license. I don't want a hunter's license." She nibbled on her bottom lip. "I don't know. I was hoping it was more than just a shallow reason I guess…" Nana mumbled the last sentence more talking out loud to herself than anything. But Hisoka heard and his interest was peaked. He raised an eyebrow.

"Nana-chan, do you feel?" Her eyes widened a bit.

"I mean-"

"I thought you joined the troupe in hopes your experiences will help you feel."

"I do! I mean, I do to a point. But all I feel is…" Nana clenched her fist in front of her chest as she searched for the words to correctly portray what she was thinking. "All I feel is empty rage most of the time. I'm annoyed. But it's short lived. All I feel is negative: rage, nervousness...I want to feel more. I want to feel something more. I - ugh…" Nana gave a defeated laugh as she looked back up at the sky. "This is so hard to explain. I can't explain myself very well. I'm at a lose of words all the time." She was taken back about how much she rambled since she never enjoyed talking much. She was taken back by how the selfish Hisoka was asking deep, personal questions and sat there soaking up every word that left her lips. "I feel empty…" Nana whispered. "And your nen?" He wanted to figure out how this young girl next to him worked. Find a way to slither into her mind and destroy it from the inside out, helping her break down her mental barriers and blossom. And when she blossomed into the dangerous flower she was, kill her. "Is that the only way you feel?"

"Hmm…" Nana tapped her chin lightly with her pointer finger as she thought about the question at hand. "I don't really remember those times. Maybe but personally, I don't. I'm not there. I'm not in control." Dissociation. Hisoka was even more interested.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I can't remember anything from my past…"