"Uwah, that hurt, you know," Jun complained, rolling onto her back. Shifting her body weight onto her left arm, she tugged her right arm sharply and snapped the handcuffs binding her wrists. Sitting up, she used her right arm to pop her left shoulder back into its socket, before rolling her shoulders back to make sure her body was still intact. She puffed out her cheeks, patting her wrists gently. The skin had been rubbed off, so she picked pieces of tissue from her nightstand to wipe the blood.

"There's no lying to me," Hisoka told her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "Jun-chan, will you order room service, or shall I?" Hisoka asked, plucking his phone off the night stand, answering his own question. His back was facing Jun, and she could see his muscles flex under his enormous spider tattoo.

She pouted, furrowing her brows. "Just Jun is fine."

"What would you like to eat? Are you still fond of those fried potatoes?"

"You mean french fries?" Jun asked, raising an eyebrow as she plopped back into bed. She yawned and arched her back, stretching out. Hisoka turned for a moment, his golden eyes flicking over her bare chest, strands of red hair falling onto his face. She pulled up the blankets over her chest, pouting. "Uwah, now you pay attention to me."

"I always give you attention, Jun-chan."

"Just Jun is fine," she repeated, but Hisoka had already turned around and was speaking to someone on the phone, ordering food. She rolled her eyes. Jun never did know when to take Hisoka seriously and had long since stopped trying to do so.

Jun swung her hair up into a bun, loose ebony hairs falling out as she stuck a hairpin in it. She rolled onto her chest, snatching her phone off the nightstand. She wondered if she'd missed anything important.

"Jun-chan," she nearly jumped as she felt Hisoka's breath on hot on her ear, his arm stretched out across her upper back and his hand flicked her phone from her fingers. "You know that scar of yours is my favorite and yet you willingly show it to me," he purred, his voice deep and smooth like velvet. His fingers traced the ropy skin on her back.

"You know I hate that tattoo and yet you still wear it. An eye for an eye," Jun countered, sticking her tongue out at him. She picked up her phone again. "Can I check my e-mail?"

"No," Hisoka said simply, and in one swift motion, flipped her onto her back, catching her phone as it flew in the air. He tossed it to the floor and it clattered away, Jun making a face.

"Ehhhhhh, I just bought that," she scolded. "Why even catch it if you're just going to throw it?" she asked, more to herself than to Hisoka. She tried getting up to grab her phone, but Hisoka caught her arms and pinned her back down, both hands above her head, and he licked the corner of his lips.

Jun did not bother struggling and felt the raw flesh on her wrists begin to bleed again, staining the white sheets. "I'm going to break your arms this time," Hisoka told her. He scanned the length of her arms and hardened his grip, more blood dripping onto the sheets and she heard a bone crack with a soft pop. "And wrists, too."

Jun sighed and then inhaled a deep breath. "You have to call Machi for me," she told him.

A small smile crept onto Hisoka's thin lips. "Of course."

Jun took a deep breath. Her hair pin had fallen out and had been lost somewhere under the bloodstained sheets. A thin layer of sweat covered her bare body, and Hisoka swung his legs over the side of the bed, his red hair completely undone now, contrasting sharply with his ivory skin.

He rolled his shoulders back and turned to face her for a moment. "That was fun, Jun-chan."

"Just Jun is fine," she bit off. Despite the blood painting the sheets red and her arms swollen, Jun simply laid there, frowning at the ceiling. Her body was slightly tense, but there was no sign of any shock, or pain splayed across her face as Hisoka watched a deep blue aura surround her for just a moment. Hisoka smiled, moving the hair from her face.

"I always enjoy watching your nen, Jun-chan."

Jun sighed, not going to bother reminding Hisoka about her name. He never listened anyway.

"Although I would advise against fighting me again," he added, wiping the blood from his lips. Although he had warned her about breaking her arms, he had been wrong to expect she would lie there and let it happen. But that was what he liked the most about her; she was unpredictable. However, even in being unpredictable, she was unpredictable. Hisoka did recall times where he had told her about breaking something or another, and she had indeed just taken it, and other times, like these, where she'd given him a fight.

She chopped her teeth together, biting the air. "Next time let me check my e-mail."

"I'm going to take a shower," he told her, standing up. Jun forced herself not to let her eyes drift away from his face. "Would you like to join me?"

"A little incapacitated right now," she said, nodding her head at her arms. "But maybe next time."

Hisoka chuckled. "Machi will be here soon."

"Uwahhhh, you're not going to just leave me like this, right?" Jun asked as Hisoka stood up.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, unfazed.

"I'm naked, and Machi is coming," Jun said, making a face at him. "At least pull the blankets up for me, please."

"You're so cute when you use the magic word, Jun-chan." Hisoka returned to the bed, pinching her chin and lifting her face up. "Has Machi seen the scar on your back?"

"What kind of question is that?" Jun asked through squeezed cheeks. Hisoka's expression didn't change. "I don't know. Have you ever broken my back?"

"I don't believe I have," Hisoka said, seeming to think for a moment. He smiled at her. "Yet."

"Well, please don't. I need that to, you know, live," she replied. "Blankets, please."

Hisoka sighed, dropping her face and patting her forehead. He reached down and plucked his black shirt off the ground. "Put this on," he said, tossing it onto her face.

"I can't move my arms," Jun mumbled from under the fabric, unable to move it away.

She felt the bed bounce as Hisoka got up again, his footsteps fading away. "Oh, and Jun-chan," he said, as Jun managed to bite a mouthful of his shirt to try, moving it away from her grey eyes. "If I find out Machi has seen your scar, I will be very unhappy."

"Okaaay," she mumbled as he disappeared into the bathroom. She moved her shoulders, trying to inch up the bed. The most she could do was drape Hisoka's shirt over her chest and lie there, unable to move her arms. She was thankful the blankets were at least around her waist.

It had been like this for years. Their relationship was a give and take. Whenever he was in the Heavens Arena, he came to see her, and then left after some time without as much of a phone call to say when he'd return. Jun wondered if she waited for him. She pushed the thought aside.

Sometimes, though, Jun wondered why Hisoka stayed around. She had been a floormaster for a while now. Was that it? Because she had a title that displayed her strength? She knew that he liked watching her fight, but even those who passed the 200th floor never chose to fight her. It was rare for her to receive a match in the first place. She never particularly enjoyed fighting anyway. It had become boring.

But for some reason, seeing Hisoka brought out a part of her that she thought she had forgotten: thrill. She never knew what he was thinking, never knew what he was going to do next, and that was what kept her in this twisted relationship. Or whatever it was called.

Jun heard a sharp rapping at the front door "It's open, I think," Jun called. She heard a series of footsteps, and her room door was shoved open by a woman with pink hair in a kimono. She rolled in a tray of food, frowning.

"Are these yours?" Machi asked, pulling in a tray with a bowl of ice cream and a plate of fries.

"Yup," Jun replied, having completely forgotten about the food Hisoka had ordered. It was probably cold by now, and she frowned. She'd really wanted those snacks.

Machi reached the bed and made a face at her bruised arms, blood stained sheets and naked body. "Again, Jun?"

Jun grinned. "Sorry."

Machi sighed as she pulled out a needle from her pocket. "Okay, sit up and turn around."

"You think you could do my left arm lying down so I can put on this shirt after?" Jun asked, and Machi raised an eyebrow. Jun grinned sheepishly. She wasn't quite sure how serious Hisoka was about the scar on her back, but decided to play it safe. "It's complicated, don't ask."

"Fine," Machi sighed, knowing that she did not want to ask, even a little bit. What Hisoka and Jun did behind closed doors was none of her business, but somehow, she was always dragged into it. "But it'll cost you an extra 10 million."

"Hisoka will pay," Jun assured her, and Machi seemed to take it, sitting on the edge of the bed. She lifted Jun's left arm carefully. It was swollen and bruised, but Jun didn't even seem to feel anything. Hisoka seemed to have gotten carried away again, but Jun never seemed annoyed in the least, and Machi never knew why Jun wasn't bothered. She'd sure be annoyed if a psychopath continuously broke bones in her body just to see if she'd scream. Machi knew Jun never did make a sound, so perhaps that was one of the reason why the two of them continued like they did.

"The bones are shattered," Machi said, threading her needle with a light blue nen thread. "I'll do my best to fix them all. You might need to up your own nen; it's going to hurt."

"Already amped up enough to knock out a herd of rhinos," Jun said with a grin. "I hate pain."

Machi didn't say anything as she wrapped a thread of mint green nen around Jun's arm. She left it there for a moment, placing her hands over Jun's swollen forearm. It took a total of ten seconds for her to fix the arm, re-piecing the bones underneath her skin.

"Oooh, so fast," Jun complimented, flexing her arm. She sat up and Machi turned as Jun pulled on Hisoka's shirt. "Alright! Ready for the right," she said, moving her right shoulder up a little. Machi switched sides of the bed, mending together Jun's right arm even faster than her left.

"You total is 60 million. Twenty-five each arm plus the extra ten for not listening to me."

"Uwah, where's my discount?" Jun complained jokingly, sticking out her tongue.

"That is the discount, dummie," Machi said, and Jun laughed.

"Hai, hai," Jun said, reaching over to snatch up a notepad from the nightstand. She scribbled the price as she plucked a cold French fry from the tray. She dipped it into the melted chocolate ice cream before sticking between her lips. "Do you want to stay? Hisoka's in the shower so he'll be out soon, probably. You can say hi, and he can just pay you in cash."

"I'd rather not," Machi said honestly. "Just transfer the money to my account."

"Sure," Jun said, plopping back down onto the bed as Machi turned to leave. "Thanks for coming again, Machi."

Machi paused, turning back to Jun. She could hear the shower still running, and crossed her arms, shaking her head. She didn't particularly feel like seeing Hisoka today, but Machi didn't have a problem with Jun. While Jun herself wasn't a spider, Machi couldn't help but take a slight liking to her. "You know, you wouldn't need me to come all the time if you just stopped doing," she trailed off, waving her hand arbitrarily, "whatever this is."

Jun laughed, swinging her hair up into a bun again, reaching over the side of the bed to pick up her phone. "I would, but it's too fun."

"Fun breaking bones and bleeding on expensive sheets. You're the ultimate masochist, Jun."

Jun puffed out her cheeks, furrowing her brows. "I'm not a masochist! It's just fun to see how long I can resist the bone breaking. Blood isn't that bad either, it's just pretty decoration! My nen makes the pain not painful, anyway."

Machi rolled her eyes. "Oh, alright, so you're just crazy then."

Jun laughed again, waving Machi off. "It's not crazy. He's just strange."

"So are you," she replied, sighing. "You're perfect for each other."

Jun shook her head, making a face. "It's nothing like that," she insisted.

"How long has this been going on, again?"

Jun paused, thinking, counting on her fingers. "Five years?" she answered, and Machi raised an eyebrow as though proving a point. Jun waved her hands. "Still, it's not like that. We only do this when he comes back to fight in the arena."

Machi shuddered, shaking her head. "You surely have a high tolerance for men, Jun. I can't imagine kissing that man, let alone sleeping with him. "

"Kiss?" Jun asked, looking up from her phone. "We don't do that."

Machi blinked a few times, not sure if she had heard right. "You've been sleeping with Hisoka for the better of five years, and you haven't kissed? Not even once?"

Jun shrugged. "I told you, we're not like that."

"What do you mean, 'not like that'?" she asked. "Isn't it pretty normal to kiss when you're sleeping with someone?"

"Is it?" Jun asked, and Machi couldn't believe that she really sounded serious. Jun tapped her temple as though thinking. "I don't know. He never pushed it, I never asked. And I always thought that sort of thing was for when you like someone. Romantic feelings. Or something. Right?"

"I guess," Machi said, not knowing what else to say. "You don't like him?"

Jun shrugged again. "Not sure. Never really thought about that. Should I like him?"

"That's not really my place to say, Jun," Machi sighed. "Dammit, Jun. You're an adult, you know."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Jun said with a grin, turning back to her phone. She heard the shower shut off, and looked back up to Machi. "Oh, he's done, so if you wanted to leave—"

"See you," Machi said immediately, sweeping out of the room and slamming the door behind her. Jun waved, and chuckled to herself, turning back to her phone.

"Machi left already?" Hisoka asked, emerging from the bathroom. His hair was still wet, dripping onto his chiseled body, his hand holding a towel loosely around his waist.

"She healed my arms then bolted," Jun said with a shrug, and glanced at Hisoka as he pulled off the Texture Surprise patch on his back with the spider tattoo, letting it fall to the tile floor. Jun frowned. "Why do you even wear that?"

"Are you going to shower?" Hisoka answered, making his way over to the tray of food as he once again, evaded Jun's question. It wasn't like she didn't already know the answer, but it mildly annoyed her that he wore the Ryodan tattoo, even though it would be covered by his shirt anyway. Hisoka had only ordered a glass of water, in which the ice had already melted, but he drank from it anyway.

Jun tossed her phone onto the pillow, rolling onto her back. She stretched her arms out in front of her, wiggling her fingers at the ceiling. "My clothes suit you, Jun-chan," Hisoka told her.

"They're too big," she replied, picking at the loose fabric around her torso before picking up her underwear from the ground. She pulled them on and sat up, watching him as he gazed out the window, a panel of glass taking up an entire wall. "Hisoka?"

"Hm?"

"Can we kiss?" she asked, and he turned to face her, raising an eyebrow slightly.

He did not answer right away, instead, studying her. While at times, she was unpredictable, other times, she was simply innocent. It reminded him much of Gon's naiveté. It made him want to crush her even more. "Where did you get that thought from?"

"I dunno," she replied, hugging her knees. So obvious. There were times where Hisoka felt he could read her like a book, as he had known her long enough to have noticed that she had a tendency to wear her emotions on her sleeve. On a good day, he could easily deduce her thoughts simply by the way she breathed. He often liked to test if he was right.

"Maybe I shouldn't let you talk to Machi anymore," he said, but Jun couldn't hear. She didn't care, either.

"Well, can we?"

"No," he answered shortly, turning away from her. He could practically hear the steam blowing from her ears.

"Oy, oy, why not?" she demanded, punching the bed. He knew that if she were really upset, she would have shattered the bedframe with that punch. But the furniture remained intact. Hisoka wanted to push a little more.

"Because, princess, I don't give things away for free," he said, glancing back at her.

"What do you mean, free? It's normal to kiss."

"Did Machi tell you that?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because you have never asked me for something like this before," Hisoka said simply. "Understand that I do not wish for our relationship to change. You are not a needy woman. Do not become one. You'll be boring."

"You know I'm not," Jun argued, half surprised that Hisoka even bothered explaining. She figured he'd ask her another rhetorical question to change the subject. "Needy, I mean. Or boring. You wouldn't be here if I was boring."

He turned to face her. She seemed to know that if she was trying to rile him up, she wasn't doing a very good job. "If you want a kiss so badly, you will have to earn it," Hisoka told her. Maybe he hadn't yet had his fill of her.

But instead of rushing him to earn what she had desired, Jun simply sighed, her nen evaporating instantly. She plopped back down into bed, resting her hands behind her head. "Never mind," she said. "Not worth it."

Hisoka chuckled, shaking his head. "You are an enhancer at heart, Jun-chan."

"What?"

"So simple and pure," he told her, and she propped herself up on her elbows. He knew just how to taunt her, and she hated his personality analysis of nen users. "You didn't really want to kiss me, did you? You were simply pondering the idea with Machi, the only other female you know, but you weren't serious about it. It's fine, I don't mind humoring you. Just try to pretend you're a little more serious next time, okay, princess?"

"Are you saying I couldn't earn a kiss?" she retorted, frowning at him.

"Yes," he answered simply, moving towards her.

Her nen flared sharply at being mocked, and her eyes darkened to a midnight cerulean. But before they could completely blacken, he poured the glass of water over her head. He watched her deep blue aura slowly disappear as the water calmed her down, her eyes changing back to a bright blue. She paused for a moment, flicking the hair from her face before rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Sorry, you know I get crazy when—"

In one quick motion, Hisoka captured her face and crushed his lips against hers. His tongue was in her mouth almost instantly, running against her teeth, wrestling with her tongue as their lips moved together, Jun fighting with him for power. Her hands reached up to wrap around his neck, then her fingers entangled in his hair. She tried to pull him back down to the bed, but Hisoka lifted a knee to the bed to brace himself, unwilling to get dragged into her pace, struggling to keep her in his. Electricity surged through Jun's veins, unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and she clung to him, desperate for more.

When he pulled away, her face was flushed, her lips swollen, and she was breathing hard. Hisoka smiled, and licked his lips, backing away from the bed. Jun looked too delicious at this moment; if he continued looking at her, he would definitely break more of her bones in the process of devouring her. He forced himself to resist. She was like gourmet chocolate; enticing, delectable, but a gem that he needed to spare. He needed to cultivate her a little more.

"That," he said, and she looked up at him as he turned ever so slightly. He pointed at his cheek, "was for this."

"What?" she asked, blinking, still dazed. "For punching you?"

He nodded once. "A clean hit. That will earn you one kiss." He turned to face her now and shrugged. "Or any other thing you do that impresses me."

"How will I know?"

"I'll tell you, of course," Hisoka said. "I'm not that mean, Jun-chan." Despite not having appreciated her sudden new interest, it seemed to have unraveled in his favor. This was the perfect way to motivate her. "Do we have a deal?"

Jun paused for a moment. She licked her lips and patted her cheeks, then grinned and nodded, flicking the wet hair from her face as she calmed herself down. Hisoka knew there was no way she could refuse, and he was right. "Sounds fair enough."

"I know," Hisoka replied, turning back to the window. "Go and shower, Jun-chan."

"Just Jun is fine," she replied, hopping off the bed, and disappearing into the bathroom.