chapter 1

Z was in a bad mood. She was sat in a bar under Heavens Arena, in her usual black high collar trek cloak that covered her body opening at her waist - only to reliving back skinny pants and her usual high heeled boots. Her Black hair was loose and straight – framing her pale face. However it wasn't being in the bar that annoyed her it was the company.

She had spent the whole hunter exam trying not to be notice, and to stay away from a certain red headed magician.

Who was now sat across the bar grinning at her.

Z was a specialist when it came to nen and had- from a very, very young age- been able to see the dead and Hisoka had – without a doubt about it – killed a lot of people all whom were all chattering and cursing him from the afterlife, which made her life even more annoying.

She took a slip of the whiskey, granted it was her fault organically; for drawing attention to the man.

-Flash back-

She strolled out of her path, hands in pockets eyeing the people around her, "11th to finish, at time…"

The voice over commented be she ignored it, instead looked directly at the magician. Another vengeful spirit had been added to his many, this man had scars on his face and seem to have been beheaded. In his dead state was trying to -no avail- cause damage to his killer.

The magician noticing her stare spoke "see something you like~"

"The last man you killed, the scarred man, is trying to strangle you and he being fucking loud about his cursing" she responded coldly before turning away, golden eyes watching her.

Then again while in the boat heading to the island, the man approached her still smiling. He showed her the cards in his hands, "fancy a game, a win – a question?" he purred.

"If I say no will you leave me alone?" she asked with the same indifference.

"Nope" the man grinned, "I sit next to you until you agree"

She glared, as the man said down beside her, "fine" she grumbled. This man was too much effort to deal with.

They played and the man won and had probably cheated, "your question?" she asked mildly annoyed.

"Your nen allows you to see the dead, am I correct?" he asked eyes watching her.

She looked towards him with dark cold eyes, not a flick of emotion whatsoever on her face, "it could be, or it may not be" she responded cryptically.

"Well that's not fair," the man pouted, "you could at least give me a straight answer~"

"A win a question, whoever said it would be the correct answer" she responded a matter-of-factly.

"True~, true~, may I have name?"

"People call me Z" she responded.

"Hisoka," the man offered, "I hope to get to know you well~"

Then a week pasted and she was battling it out for a hunter license for the last phase. Her high collared coat at like a mask as she dodged the punches and kicks, her opponent was sending her way.

She could see the dead flowing about above him, there wasn't many and decided that fighting him like they were doing so, was more effort that it was worth. So she decided to change the game up, "Give up now" she said, standing a few steps away from him as her nen flaring slightly.

"No, I'm going to be a hunter to matter what" the opponent shouted back.

She filtered out of existence and appeared right in front of him in an instant. A finger tapping him on the forehead, "Don't play with the dead, boy" she hissed so only he could hear. Before jumping back as the opponent gapped in horror. She watched with cold eyes a scene that only she and her opponent could now see play out.

Her opponent looked in horror as the dead filtered in and out of existence moving closer and closer to him, like they would it old horror films, he took a step back. Unsure at what to do, he froze spotting the closest figure, instantly recognising the man as his first kill. He stayed frozen to the spot as the ghost glanced towards him; his gilt started to naw away at his mind, eating him up inside out. The ghosts pounced on him as he let his arms downs, "I give up" he muttered in defeat.

The dark twisted ghosts disappearing into to smoke.

"Thank you" she nodded and walking back to the side of the room, leaning against the wall. Watching as the rest of the matches played out. Hisoka strolled up next to her, the never leaving grin still plaster on his face.

"Nice show~, you mind playing with me to show me that trick~, even with gyo I couldn't see but there was definitely something there" Hisoka smiled.

She could feel the lust rolling off him as his nen moved slightly, "no, you care little for the dead, Hisoka" she replied, eyes flicking towards him for a moment to catch a calculating look in the man's eye.

"Well the dead are dead. I prefer the living and the strong" he responded.

"The dead still haven't finished with you yet it seem" she had commented before moving away.

-End of flashback-

Now here she was, sat in the bar under heavens arena. A spirit and blacklist hunter on a job, tracking a B class criminal, who had taken refuge in the floors above, so she had to enter the blasted competition to get to the 200th floor, then challenge the criminal to get his bounty before she could leave for another job.

But before any of that, someone had thrown a stick in the works. Hisoka.

"My, my I didn't expect to meet you here~" the man grinned.

"What do you want, Hisoka?" she asked downing her glass, before getting another one.

"Well, to get you a drink, of course!" he purred.

"Lair" she grumbled turning away from the man.

"Ah, caught out so soon," he chuckled passing her a colourfully drink, "true I didn't want to just buy you a drink but I thought we could be useful to each other~"

She glared the man while downing her own drink. Setting it down; she stared at the drink Hisoka had given her in distaste. It was some sort of cocktail, she would put at a guess due to the bright nature of the drink and having only drank strong whiskeys.

"Useful?" she asked, not touching the colourful drink, "how so, you seem more of the lone wolf type."

"Oh, I'm not sure yet," the man purred, eyes full of mischief, "but whatever it is, it been interesting ~"

"I'm in no mood to play fucking games, Hisoka" she commented coldly.

The man picked up her untouched cocktail slipping at the liquid, "then drink with me, don't worry I won't try anything" he smirked obviously lying, "drink and talk"

She rolled her eyes knowing that the man wouldn't leave, and would probably try and drag her over to the closest booth, if she said no. He didn't seem the type to give up easily. A frown spread across her face as she turned back to the barman, ordering a bottle of whisky and two glasses.

Hisoka grinned in triumph and showed her to a booth, she slid in and poured herself and Hisoka a glass before leaning back, legs crossed at the knees and an arm tucked under her elbow to hold the glass towards her lips as she watched Hisoka carefully. She needed to be careful around this man. He was too much effort to deal with.

"So what do you want?" she asked bluntly, trying to block out the voices of the end surrounding them.

The man chuckled before asking, "What do you enjoy the most?"

"Sleeping" she commented dryly before taking a slip.

"How so?" she knew he trying to make small talk. Trying to get little bits and pieces about her out in the open to discover her little secrets.

"Everything stops" she downed her glassed and poured herself another one, Hisoka following suit.

"Well, I enjoy fight strong individuals~, which is why I here, however that doesn't explain, why you're here now does it?"

She glared at him, "I'm here on a job, if you must know"

"Yes a job as a blacklist hunter, I heard the rumours~" the man purred softly.

"If you heard, then you didn't need to ask, just guess" she turned her head to fully look at the man.

Only then realising how close proximity he was to her personality space, she didn't even flinch when she notice much to Hisoka disappointment, "you're to close Hisoka, move away" she hissed.

The man put his arms up, in mock defeat, "it was just to get a closer look~" cards appeared and he started playing them, flipping them over, doing little magic tricks as he thought.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Hisoka asked suddenly, after she finished another glass and was pouring a third.

"I'm wondering why I can't seem to be able to drink in peace" she grumbled, getting more irritated as time went on.

"I'm not that bad of company" Hisoka pouted in mock sadness.

She had enough, she was tried, and had a headache and Hisoka with his irritatingly loud vengeful spirits – WERE NOT HELPING. Grabbing the bottle, she took a long swing before standing. Only to find herself stuck to the seat. She glared at Hisoka, seeing his pink nen holding her to the seat. "Hisoka," she hissed in a dangerously low tone, "remove your fucking nen now" the hiss turning in a growl as her own nen flared dangerous.

The room began to darken, the glasses on their table trembled. "Fine~. No need to get angry, your turning me on~" Hisoka removed his nen – impressed by her reaction.

This girl, he thought, was very entertaining.

"Hisoka, it will take a lot more than that to make me angry, I'm just irritated at the moment. Your bloody ghosts wont fucking shut up so their giving me a headache." She countered, standing, arms crossed over her chest. She narrowed eyes glared at the spirits lingering just above his head, they were all staring at her, including Hisoka. If looks could kill they would all be dead, shame her glare was sent to those already beyond the veil. The spirits quickly stopped their Cursing. The dead would listen to her, they were too scared to find out what could happen if they didn't. Even the dead get scared and they had good reason too.

She picked on the bottle of whiskey, or what was left of it and turned on her heels, planning on entering heavens area at that very moment.

to be continued...

heya folks!

this is a new story i had on my laptop for a while! meet Z an oc of mine XD

its kinda going to follow the story line but at the same time... not so much :)

what you think of the first encounter with the character? oh and she does swear like a sailor :P

tell me what ya think?!

happy hunting xx