𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐𝟎 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀

Everyday Pleasures

THE woman lunged for (Y/N) as soon as the overseer's hand dropped. (Y/N) easily dodged the attack that was so slow in her eyes, instead spinning swiftly to land a kick right at the base of the woman's back, watching as a choked gasp escaped her lips before she flew out of the ring. The spectators looked on in shock, having felt something unnatural about the cloaked figure, only then realizing what.

(Y/N) paid little attention to them.

Taking out a small calculator-like box, the overseer typed in something quickly before handing her a small slip of paper and saying, "Number 1995, please proceed directly to floor 50."

"Thank you," she replied, taking the card and looking it over before slipping it into her pocket.

"Wow!" An excited, familiar voice exclaimed. "That guy's strong!"

"Kinda familiar, too..." another hummed.

"Huh? Oh, it's Reaper!"

Glancing over the crowd, it wasn't long before (Y/N) caught sight of Gon and Killua waiting in the stands, both of them staring at her, Gon with wide eyes full of joy while Killua's were filled with a rather complex emotion. Approaching the two, she stopped right before them so she could look down at them, a small smile gracing her lips even if they couldn't see it underneath her hood.

"You're here too, Reaper?" Gon asked with an innocent smile and tilt of his head.

"You're not following us... are you?" Killua questioned suspiciously, however there being no malice in his tone like before.

"No," she shook her head. "This place seemed interesting, so I came. So far, I am unimpressed. But then again, all of these people on this floor are weak. I'm hoping there will be someone interesting to fight on the higher floors."

"Good luck, Reaper!" Gon cheered.

"Yeah..." Killua muttered, looking away. "Good luck, I guess, or whatever."

With a softening expression, (Y/N) slowly reached her hand up to ruffle each boy's head, her touch almost ghost-like before it was gone, causing both of them to look up at her in shock. Neither expected the frightening Reaper of legend to be so gentle, nor so serene. Then, she was gone, like she had been nothing but a trick of the mind. In reality, they had been much too surprised to notice her departure towards the elevators, something she needed to ride up to the fiftieth floor.

"The first 200 floors of Heavens Arena are divided into classes, ten floors each," the attendant riding the elevator with her began explaining. "Which means that a fighter who wins on the 50th floor advances to the 60th. Lose, and they automatically drop to the 40th floor."

Nodding in understanding, (Y/N) walked out as soon as the lift stopped. Upon receiving the little amount of money she had earned from her first fight, she realized that such an a notion would only be able to afford her a drink. Slipping the cash into a nearby vending machine, she took out the disposed drink before downing it completely. Tossing it in the recycling, she was just about to sit down when the intercom crackled to life.

"Number 1995, (L/N)-sama," a voice announced over the speaker system.

(Y/N) tilted her head.

Hm?

I'm up already?

I guess this is merely a fast process.

Her next fight was just as easy as her last considering, again, it only took one kick to knock her opponent out of the ring. Soon enough with minimal effort on her part, she reached the hundredth floor with ease. Sitting down on her rather comfortable bed in one of the rooms provided to fighters on the one-hundredth level and above, she pondered over what would come next.

How strong are the fighters now?

Will they be a challenge?

Staring at her bandaged hands, she continued trudging out possibilities of her future fights until she grew tired of her thoughts. Standing, theorizing it would be better to memorize the layout of the floor before retiring for the night, she exited her room that automatically locked behind her. Walking along the plush red carpet, she then observed. Every single person that passed by her was more unique in appearance than the last, however lacked nearly all fundamental knowledge of both Nen and strategy. Most seemed hot-tempered, glaring daggers at her for just so much as looking at them, though she didn't mind.

After all, when sensing her pulsing power, they quickly changed their tune.

It was almost amusing to her.

In barely under a week, she had made a name for herself under the exuberant Cocco, an announcer for the more experienced fighters. She was also pleasantly surprised to hear that Gon and Killua were also training hard to reach the two-hundredth floor, something she found endearing. She knew how strong they were, so she had no doubt that they would be able to ascend the floors quickly.

However...

Nen is crucial up here.

Hopefully they will realize that.

After observing all that she could, (Y/N) returned to her room for a hot shower and much needed rest, drifting into a dreamless sleep under the warm covers that she relished. The next day, she ascended a hundred more floors without so much as breaking a sweat. Currently within an elevator, her eyes focusing on the dial that slowly stopped on the number two-hundred, she stepped out after the doors slid open. Approaching the front desk of the floor, she met the receptionist to register that she was on the right floor.

"Thank you very much, (L/N)-sama," the receptionist bowed. "Now, I will inform you of this floors' rules. Currently, there are 165 contestants, including you, residing here. From this floor up, weapons are allowed in all matches. However, there will be no prize money for your wins."

Nodding in understanding, (Y/N) turned to walk towards her room only to be met with a familiar face, a grin toying on his lips.

"Looks like I've found you, Reaper~," Hisoka crooned with curved eyes.

She stayed silent.

Yet, her eyes narrowed.

To think he somehow followed me here.

I've sorely underestimated the lengths he's willing to go for something he wants.

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To be continued...