*I do not claim ownership of any characters except for Rika-chan*

My arms stretched above my head as I arched my back in a cat-like gesture. My head burrowed deeper into my pillow and I smiled. My bed was always so cozy and warm in the morning, I would never leave it if I had the choice.

Too bad I didn't have the choice, I thought as I felt a hand leisurely tracing my spine. I kept my eyes closed and leaned into the person who was beside me. Now if only he would scratch behind my ears…

A low purr vibrated up from my throat as he began to scratch the perfect spot. His low chuckle at my actions reflexively had my eyes opening the slimiest degree. I looked up to see the brilliant red hair I loved mused from sleep. I watched with my hooded gaze as he ran a long-fingered hand through it, spiking it back with a few strands still falling over his face. I licked my lips as his face broke into a satisfactory smirk, causing his yellow eyes to glow.

My eyes continued to travel down the curve of his throat to his broad chest. I lazily reached out a hand to stroke the outline of his shoulders, down his arm and to the hand which still rested just behind my ear.

Another low rumble came from his throat as I shut my eyes again.

"Rika~chan, it's time to wake up~"

"But I don't want to!" I whined as Hisoka removed his hand, getting out of bed.

"Rika~chan…"

I opened my eyes to see Hisoka right beside my face. He leaned his forehead against mine, running a hand through my hair.

"Hmmm…" I hummed, pressing my lips to his in a good morning kiss. I wrapped my arms around his head, tangling my fingers into the red strands. I felt the vibration in his chest as he laughed and pulled away.

"Time to get up Rika-chan. We have people to meet."

I sighed as I finally sat up, arching my back again in another stretch. I tossed the blankets off my legs, taking in the sight of Hisoka shirtless. His pajama pants were riding low on his hips, giving me a full view of his beautifully sculpted stomach and chest.

Sometimes life seemed too good to be true…

I mean, here I was standing barely five foot six inches with black hair to my mid-back and ice blue eyes. I would never describe myself as thin or pretty, I kept thinking I was nothing more than an average girl. Until I gained the attention of Hisoka.

Actually, "average" probably only described my looks. My mind is anything but. I mentally shrugged at the thought. My mind was my mind and it kept me entertained, if not exactly a model citizen. I just left the killing to Hisoka mostly, since he seemed to enjoy it. I was usual content to just watch.

I finally stood up and ran my hands through my hair, feeling how greasy it was. I definitely wanted my shower.

I pulled the hem of my nightgown straighter, shifting my legs so I was comfortable. Of course I was doing all this to delay my sorely needed shower. Hisoka was in there right now and I knew as soon as I stepped in with him… well, "getting clean" probably wouldn't happen. As appealing as that usually was, I really wanted to wash my hair.

"Hisoka! Get out already!" I shouted through the bathroom door on my way to the walk-in closet. Now, being a girl you would assume I took up most of the closest space right? Nope, that would be Hisoka in this relationship. He practically had carbon copies of every outfit he owned, which if you only counted the "originals" tallied no more than five, maybe seven.

My outfits took up a mere quarter of the space, filling it with jeans, sweaters, and tank tops. My only guilty pleasure was my jewelry. It completely filled a nice sized dresser.

And I was currently standing in front of said dresser with all of its drawers open, trying to decide what I could wear.

A clean pair of blue jeans with frayed bottoms, a red tank top with a black skull on it and my favourite red and white checkered sweater all sat on a chair beside the dresser. I was stuck looking at all the trays, not knowing what I wanted to wear.

There was my black rose necklace, and matching earrings that went with this cute skull anklet Hisoka had bought me.

Or a cute bracelet with a silver bow charm that went with a black ribbon choker that had the same charm.

Then again I had a skull necklace which would probably go perfectly with my shirt…

Hisoka's wet arms wrapped about my waist as he pulled me back against him, nuzzling into my neck. His hair dripped onto my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Hmm… Rika-chan still needs to get ready." He whispered into my ear as his hands trailed up my sides.

"Keep your hands to yourself so I can." I gasped out as his hands continued to trail over my upper body.

"But Rika-chan is so…" He lightly bit my skin where my shoulder connected to my neck. "…yummy."

I reached up with my left hand and grasped his hair, pulling his face away from my shoulder and up to my lips for another kiss. I pushed him away afterwards, snatched up my clothes, and closed myself away in the bathroom.

I stripped quickly and turned on the shower, waiting for the room to fill with steam before I stepped in. If there was one thing I loved more than anything else in the world – it was my hot showers.

A deep sigh came from my lips as I finally forced myself to turn off the shower. The hot water was already gone, and I had spent too much time in here.

As I stepped out I flipped my hair over my head and rubbed a towel roughly against it, hoping to get it as dry as I could. I never took the time to blow dry my hair, it was too thick to do any good anyways. I wrapped the towel around my body before raking a brush roughly through my midnight strands.

I was just gargling once more when the door opened and Hisoka poked his head in, eyes traveling up and down my clothed body with unbridled heat as he licked his lips. I smiled at him before I bent forward over the sink to spit out my mouthful of water.

I wiped my lips and gave myself a once over in the mirror. Half my hair was clipped up, the other was loose down my back. I had already applied my eye liner, just a little to emphasize the blue. I wasn't fond of much makeup, but I wasn't completely averse to using it either. Hisoka, though, was overly fond of using it. That dude almost never went someplace without painting a star and a teardrop on his cheeks, at least he liked to change the colors once in a while.

I glanced at him again as I shrugged on my sweater, noting that today the star was magenta and the teardrop a deep green. He kept his hair completely spiked back, wearing a tightfitting black long sleeved shirt over faded blue jeans.

"Rika~chan… It's time to go~" He leaned his head against the doorframe, still looking at me like he would jump me at any second. If we had been meeting with anyone else, I wouldn't be surprise if he wanted to "run late", but not with them.

"Okay, okay, just let me pick out something to wear with this." I made a shooing gesture with my hand, hoping it would encourage him to move out of my path. But this was Hisoka, he never did anything he didn't want to do without getting some kind of payment. In this case, yet another swift kiss on the lips.

"Hmmm… Rika-chan tastes yummy."

"Stop with that already, I ain't a fruitcake you know." I pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to turn and walk as I continued to apply pressure to his back. I forced him into the closet and planted him in the chair that had previously held my clothes. Yes, I was picky about my jewelry. Sue me.

I picked up the skull necklace I had been considering earlier. The chain was long enough that the silver pendant would settle just below the hollow of my throat. I held it up and looked at Hisoka, silently asking his opinion.

This was a daily occurrence.

"Tsk, tsk." He held up a finger and waved it right and left to emphasize his point. Hisoka didn't like the necklace, got it. I looked over everything again, wondering what would be a good choice.

Lots of choices… so few options…

"Rika~chan…" I looked up from my thoughts to see Hisoka holding something out to me. I cupped my hands and watched as he dropped a chain into them. I lifted it to my face and saw the intricate pendant. It was something new…

"Pretty…" I breathed, mesmerized by the pattern. It was diamond shaped, silver most likely, and engraved with a trio of falling feathers. Every detail was perfect. Great care had been taken with this. It was beautiful. "It's perfect Hisoka!"

I looked up with a sparkle in my eye to see his knowing smirk.

"Here, put it on me. I want to wear it right now." I handed it back to him as he stood up from the chair. I lifted my hair off my neck as I turned around and let him string the chain around my throat. It was one of those necklaces that looked like it had two chains threading through a single pendant.

My left hand stroked across the feathers as I smiled over my shoulder at Hisoka. Damn this guy was perfect in nearly every way. Could someone like him really exist, and like me?

"Okay Rika-chan, time to go~" He wrapped an arm tightly about my waist and tried to usher me from the room.

"H-hold on!" I turned once more to the dresser and snatched up my charm bracelet. I never went anywhere without it. There was a total of seven charms clipped along the links; a club, a spade, a heart, a diamond, a little cat, an H and an R. I threaded it around my left wrist and used that hand to link fingers with Hisoka. He pulled me out of the bedroom, through the living room, and outside into the sun.

It was nearly noon, if we didn't hurry we would be late and they were not exactly patient.

I smiled as I climbed into the front seat of Hisoka's precious red Aston Martin. Today was going to be a good day, wasn't it?

A/N: Well that's chapter one done. You will meet 'them' in the next chapter, I swear by it. This, sadly, has no real plot because it is DESIGNED that way. I know, this thing was not just random. Okay, it sorta is random but for long time readers of me you should have realized that a while back. ^^

I changed her name, which was originally "Ria" but I didn't like that after a while and changed it to "Rika".

NO! My character does not resemble me appearance-wise (okay, the height thing is true but I'm average height so I couldn't get away from it). *grumble* Why do guys always get the tall gene? *grumble* And I swear if Hisoka was real he would find my mind interesting. And that's as far as that explanation is going.

Leave a review or pm me if you want any questions answered and/or ideas on what could happen with the characters. Love to hear from you all ^^

Pstscrpt: I will be updating on the eighteenth of every month, unless I state otherwise. I'm currently in college and my laptop is sometimes bitchy – probably should have named her that instead of Bizzaria, which also fits -_-