See, Here's The Way It Works

Chapter One

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Aypy Shiro- A 20-year-old human/she-wolf who just became a hunter. Was trained as an assassin ever since she was able to walk. Not open to sharing feelings. Strong hourglass figure. Long blackish-purple hair. One blue eye and one red eye. Wears a cropped black tank-top, black denim shorts with fishnet stockings underneath. Black leather knee-high boots that conceal knives. Wears an oversized black hoodie to mask badass outfit and to tie into cuteness of face. Has fingernails as long and sharper then Killua's, but only when enforced with her Nen. Specialist. Special Ability: Can have all categories mastered. Powers: Dagger Rain) Sends an army on Nen blades on the enemy. Aphrodite Bliss) Makes heart beat as if in love but quickens to much and causes affected to pass out for three days at a minimum and two weeks at max.

          "Here are your Hunter's Licences. Use them wisely." This was all that played in my mind as I walked out of the Orientation Hall, my fingers wrapped around the 2" by 4" plastic card that defined to I was. A Hunter. An assassin. I had worked my whole life for this object and I had finally earned it. It was mine. And It would be mine forever. No fucking way I was pawning it over for 32 billion Jenni! My grip tightened as I went over my list of kills. It didn't hurt. It hasn't hurt since I was nine years old. But going over the lists made me feel in control and organized. 1.) The man's neck I snapped when I jumped on his face to catch up with Hisoka and Gitarrakur. 2.)The man I kicked into a giant frogs mouth to avoid being devoured. 3.) The woman I shoved my finger's through to procure her heart for the path of Bodily Accuracy. 4, 5 and 6.) People I killed to get extra points before I got my real target in Phase four. I flipped the card over in my hands as I walked. Not a bad list of kills, but it's not my usual amount of kills for twelve days. I thought. It's actually very low compared to my usual list, but opportunities have been very limited for the wonderful feeling of blood running down my wrist and coating the iridescent surface of my knife blades.

        I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realise the clown-clad six-foot-three man in front of me. I smashed directly into his back. Hisoka turned his face towards me, and that creepy grin spread across his lips. "Hello, little apple. I'm impressed~" Hisoka purred. "Why?" I asked, genuinely confused. Hisoka (my crush) had always told me that he was certain I would pass the Hunter Exam and I had been able to defeat him in battles quite a few times (our matches read 50:85). "Why are you impressed?" I asked again. "Well, you just smashed into my back and your nose in no way damaged. Usually, blood gushes from that particular orifice when people aren't careful and run into me," I nodded, bringing my tongue up to taste for blood in case he was lying. I saw him shudder as he continued. "Also, you're talking to me without blushing." This (of course) brings a shade of red to my cheeks. Hisoka just laughs and pats my wolf ears in a friendly manner. "Sometimes I get suspicious...but I know you're just socially awkward," Hisoka says as he stalks away to join Illumi. I lost some (if not all) respect for Illumi after what he did to Killua, but Hisoka seems close to him, and I don't wanna get on Illumi's bad side; so I've decided to stay friendly. Hisoka drives me a bit nuts. He's incredibly perceptive, but when it comes to the feelings of someone who doesn't open up, he can be dense as a rock.

      I stalked over to a bench that was nearby, away from everyone else. I procured my large headphones and SilentNightPhone from my backpack. I plugged in my headphones and placed them over my ears after I positioned them to be like human ears. I lost myself in my Sad Love Song Playlist, and let them take over me, intoxicating my brain, eradicating all emotions, highlighting the ones I was not allowed to feel: Pain and Sadness. I don't let tears fall, I haven't cried from real sadness since I was eleven years old. I started singing along, letting the emotions work its way into my normally monotone voice. I suddenly became aware of something. A shift in smell, wind currents and pressure in the ground. "Hello, Hisoka. Illumi." I said, eyes closed, face pointed in the wind. "You will have you're self an excellent partner, Hisoka." Illumi's stoic voice cut through the air. I ripped my headphones off and looked at Illumi.

    "W...what are you talking about?" I spat out, flustered. "It seems I am mistaken," Illumi muttered. Without thinking, I reacted. I jumped up ten feet, the with a pointed toe, a kicked Illumi's V-Shaped face. I landed spinning, and put my toes together. Hisoka clapped happily as Illumi spat out a molar. I licked my lips, longing for the metallic taste of blood to fill my own mouth rather than his. Hisoka let out a soft moan, undoubtedly turned on by the proximity of a worthy opponent and his shuddering bloodlust. Illumi let out a small smile. "Just as I was hoping," He muttered. " What was that?" I demanded, with fire and ice in my tone. "Aypy-Chan,"

         "How would you like to be Hisoka's partner in my assassination company?"