~Alright. I'm attempting to write a Hisoka fanfiction as most might have realized by now. He's particularly hard to portray so hopefully I got him down right…I own no one from Hunter x Hunter. I only own my own character- Scarlett. I hope you enjoy the story, and if any character seems out of character please let me know so I can fix it.~

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Chapter 1

Deep breath.

A rush of sensation.

She knew it would come.

She expected it.

She greeted it.

The day she'd die.

With him standing over her.

She smiled at the man she loved.

And then closed her eyes.

The roar of the excited audience boomed through out the stadium as they readied to watch the match. It was down to the last minute before the betting stalls were closed. Only a minute before the fighters would enter. Another two before the fight would actually begin.

Deep Breath.

She stretched her slender arms back and then let them drop to her sides. Her heart pounded against her chest. Nervous? Hardly. It almost felt like old times, preparing to walk through the entrance that led to the center of the stadium where she would fight her opponent.

But it wasn't like that anymore. It wasn't about feeling alive, about making money, to build up a reputation, to protect her pride. Well maybe it is, but this time she wasn't fighting for herself. She was fighting for Gon.

"And now entering from the right- Scarlett!! With her nine wins and four loses! If she wins this she can finally become a floor master!! If not she starts from square one!!"

The audience's cheers and shouts doubled as the young woman walked in through the entrance. She ignored the barbaric statements and annoying shouts about wanting to see blood and carnage.

"Being here for the passed five years have shown us that you do not want to mess with this girl!!" The female announcer chirped into her microphone with a bit to much enthusiasm, "And now entering on the left, Hisoka!! With only six wins and no losses since he's got here!"

Scarlett hopped up onto the white tiled platform that was about two feet off the ground and watched as the man with orange hair did the same. Both stood opposing each other. Excited? Maybe a little. A man so dangerous as he was gorgeous was standing right before her. It made her insides tingle.

Once her eyes locked on with those gray narrow ones, she heard nothing around her. It was as if the whole world was put on mute. Her eyes took every detail, making sure she had him perfectly analyzed right before the referee could start the match.

He had ivory skin that was completely flawless. His narrow grey eyes were penetrating. His spiked back hair that had once been a light shade of baby blue was now a red-ish orange. It looked like it'd gone through a blizzard to make it look so perfectly in place. A pink star was painted beneath his right eye while on the left was a green tear drop giving him a rather distinct look. Standing 6'2 and with such a toned and muscular body, she felt as if she was just a twig.

His pale lips curved into a calm devious smile. She watched his eyes squinting slightly with excitement, "Long time no see."

She smirked obviously happy that she was remembered. His penetrating eyes looked her up and down.

"Oh my you look lovely."

The way he said it made a chill run down her spin.

"Alright both you knows the rules, first one to get 10 points or K.O's the other wins," the referee remarked to both. He held up his hands toward each, "Begin!!"

On cue Scarlett began pacing around him like a predator stalking it's prey. Hah. Hisoka her prey? That caused a mental laugh.

Yes she was strong.

Yes she was skilled.

She knew that her state now was not enough to beat him, but she didn't care. She'd always been called rash, sometimes even called stupid when it came to picking her fights.

"Hmp. You don't look so bad yourself. Though you could lose the clown get up," her voice placid. She sounded as if she was talking to him over a cup of tea.

He stood in place, unfazed by her movement. He watched her from the corner of his eyes as she circled him. The feeling of her aura emitting from her body contradicting with his made a shiver run down his spin. He let a small smile unravel on his handsome face and turned to face her his hands held out to the side and shrugged, "Oh? But it's what completes my look."

"Weirdo."

He chuckled at the black haired girl that stood confidently before him. The way she spoke so fearlessly despite the disadvantage she had with him made the bottom of his stomach bubble with excitement. Just staring at her made it hard to control himself. Those dark brown eyes that looked like a raging storm as they stayed glued on him, analyzing, observing. Another shiver made its way down his spin.

"Hurtful names are uncalled for."

She let out a snicker and 'disappeared' before his eyes. His arms automatically went up to the side of his face blocking the kick that would've dislocated his jaw. In the split second that followed he twisted his forearm securely around her leg before she had the chance to retract and attack again.

"Oh you're slower than I thought," he commented in a fake disappointed tone.

She rolled her eyes and twisted her body toward the ground stopping the fall with her hands and pushing upward letting her legs wrap around his neck and bring him down forcefully to ground. The grip he had on her disappeared and she jumped back to her feet and ran her hand over her clipped back hair making sure it was in check.

"Amazing!! Scarlett was first to score a point!! It's 1 to 0!!" the announcer shouted into her microphone.

"You aren't the only one around here who can fight in heels."

Another snicker escaped him, barely attempting in hiding his smile that would frighten just about anyone who see it. He didn't know whether to think of her as brave or stupid for being so unafraid. Either way he didn't mind. It's what made her all the more interesting.

Warm blood trickled down the side of his face from the shallow scratch he'd gotten above his left eye. The feeling of the red liquid…he dapped his forefinger and middle one on the wound, letting it soak before staring down at the blood on his fingers with excited eyes. No they weren't just excited. They almost looked crazed. It was so hard to hold back a laugh that threatened to escape him. His grey eyes rolled back momentarily feeling a boiling sensation pump through him.

He licked his lip feeling an erection build up in his white pants.

This was going to be fun.

She barely saw it coming. A second late and she'd been dead and bleeding.

Those who saw Scarlett fighting for the first time gasped. The stadium seemed to have hushed down on it's own as they attempted to comprehend how a weaponless woman could have managed to make a crow bar materialize out of thin air. The crow bar twirled in her hands knocking the cards that were thrown at her.

There was a sudden roar from the audience as if reborn at the sight of the distance completely disappearing between the two fighters. The crow bar she'd held close to her was parallel with her body, blocking the two sharp edged cards held in Hisoka's grasp. The bar went down horizontally in attempt to knock the cards out of his hands and suddenly Hisoka was right beside her . Before she had the chance to react he planted a punch in her jaw sending her skidding back from the force.

His eyes narrowed feeling a hot blast of her aura rush past him. Scarlett's red ren increased by two fold as she stood where she was her head hanging, her arms looking limp.

"A critical hit!! Hisoka Earns 2 points!! 1 to 2!"

"Fuck," she spat blood off to the side as she smirked and raised her head back up. She didn't deny the feeling like Hisoka. She greeted it. Welcomed it. This is what made her feel alive. The pain she felt. She dashed right at him swinging the heavy bar downward with all her might already expected a skilled murderer like him to block it. Her bar collided with his forearm their bodies less than an inch away for a second. She pushed forward and kneed him hard in the stomach followed by a kick to the side. She skidded to the his side in an instant trying to nail him with another hit, only to have him bend back like a bendy straw and twist while he kicked trying to get her on her side.

She rolled to the side and advanced at him. The rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins kept her fighting. She loved this.

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She stood a good distance away from him, panting. She gripped her double edged dagger anxiously waiting Hisoka's next move. He smirked as he held out his hand and made a movement with his forefinger as if yanking Scarlett toward him. Her eyes went down to her collar bone where she felt she was being pulled. The bungee gum. Manipulating his nen to resemble traits like rubber. Once stuck to your body, good luck getting it off. What an annoying power. She held her ground feeling her heels marking the white ground beneath her black. The blade in her hand twirled and sliced through the aura freeing herself. She never thought her ability was all that great but for this fight she was glad that she could conjure up any weapon she desired that could cut through ren.

She jumped back. Her clipped back hair fell over her face. Strands stuck to the sides of her face due to the sweat. Her clothing, a simple sleeveless short gray dress and black cotton tights, were ripped and soaked in the blood she'd bleed from multiple wounds.

She frowned abandoning her fighting stance and stood up straight as she looked down at herself. The dagger disappeared.

"You ruined my dress!!" she exclaimed forgetting about the fight, "Damn it and it was the last one on sale…"

Hisoka blinked at her, not in any better shape than her. His once perfectly slicked back hair now had strands falling out of place. His flawless face was full of bruises and a bloody nose. His expression changed to skeptical. Her random comments and constant digression were most amusing. He stood upright and let out a chuckle.

"That's to bad. And it was such a nice dress."

"Then you shouldn't have ruined it!"

"I'm sorry."

She pouted a bit and gave him a glare. So she managed to rough him up. He looked like a mess but that didn't hide the fact that he could continue fighting forever. His murderous intent was still there but she never let that bother her.

"You owe me a new dress," she paused momentarily, "Actually a whole new fighting outfit…"

He blinked again staring down at her. She was talking with such seriousness over something so trivial as clothing- during a fight! The watchers were yelling angrily, confused to why the fighting had stopped and the talking began. He chuckled. She really was something.

"If you live passed this fight then I'll find it in my heart to replace your dress…although I do love the enhancements I've made to this one…" his voice a taunt. He wasn't even taking her seriously seeing how he planned to walk out of here with her blood in his hands.

He let his deck of cards fall from one hand to another and drew the top card. Joker. The corner of his smile curved into a small frown as he glanced down at the woman who stood before him.

He hesitated.

Why? He was still trying to figure that out. Not two seconds ago he was ready to take her life away. Wasn't she ripe enough? Is that why? She wasn't ready for the picking? His brows came together as he shuffled his deck of cards as he eyed her. His narrow eyes widened a bit. She was smirking at him, as if knowing the answer to his problem.

"You sound like I'm about to die."

"Sadly…"

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're scary?" she spoke with nonchalance. What was she afraid of? Apparently not the sadistic murderer before her.

"A few…" he remarked a bit absent mindedly as he drew another card. He frowned again. Not the card he wanted.

"You can't kill me with a joker," She turned and raised her hand high above her head. She'd had her fun. Everyone knew what that meant and nobody liked it. Boos and angry shouts filled the stadium as she dismissed herself from the platform.

"It looks like Scarlett just forfeited! Making Hisoka the winner!! Him with 8 points while Scarlett with 7!! What a heated battle between two dangerous fighters!!"

Hisoka blinked at her back a couple of times before placing a hand on his hip.

"Maybe next time you should go with the Ace. That way…" he heard her add before she was out of ear shot.

A sadistic smile unfolded. She really knew how to leave an impression because he just found himself a new toy.

One that he wanted to break.

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Yay~ end of the first chapter. Please review if you like it, because I'll only continue the story if I get feed back. Thank you~