The Magician's Daughter

Heaven's Arena

"I'll meet you two on floor 200." Hiiro smiled. Gon and Killua had already won their first fight within hours of entering the Tower, managing to head all the way to floor 50 with a single punch "Good luck."

"We'll see you there." Gon said determinedly. His smile remained steady as Killua smirked triumphantly.

"Take care then," Hiiro bid them farewell on floor 50 where their next fight would be. Stepping back into the small and confined elevator, she exited on the 200th floor where money wasn't exactly the most desired thing. Only fame and glory were sought after on the 200th floor and above, powers beyond her imagination fighting and battling it out to become eligible for a floor master position.

The elevator doors opened, Hiiro stepping onto familiar territory. Already there were a few people by the register who she recognized from previous encounters but had yet to fight; Gido, Sadaso, and Reihlvelt. Hiiro smirked, passing by them. They were strong, but she had no doubt eventually she would become the victor.

Gold cat like eyes flickered to her right, the girl with flamboyant red hair turning her attention to the most easily noticeable person in the lobby. Hisoka. Bloodlust was practically leaking from his aura in trace amounts, warding off anyone he didn't want approaching him. "Hiiro dear," Hisokas drawled, eyes narrowing and lips stretching into a smile.

Hiiro bounded towards the magician "Dad!" She embraced him, her hands wrapping around Hisokas lanky figure. He was quite taller than Hiiro, a one foot difference, even with Hiiros 2 inch boots that added to her hight. Hiiro looked up at Hisoka, their eyes mirroring each others.

Hisoka smiled caringly. "The Zoldycks I assume? Illumi was not pleased with his younger brother running off again.."

"Mm hm!. Killuas mom dressed me up a lot of kimonos, and wow, Silva-san and Zeno-san are so strong!" Hiiro said admiringly. "I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to fight him?"

"Possibly." Hisoka responded simply changing the subject. "Why don't you sign up for a fight? The men over there are almost dying to fight you, little cat." Hisoka chuckled darkly, emphasizing the deadly word.

Hiiro pursed her lips. She had been at Heavens arena for nearly half her life but had only been fighting here for 2 years. Working up the ranks from the first floor to floor 190 was easy, but she had been stuck on floor 200 for quite a few months now. Already, she had lost once to her father, and won twice to two people she had beheaded with strings of steel, smeared with the blood of fallen opponents.

Tossing her head, Hiiro walked over to registration where she signed up for three fights, each in a couple days. Sending strange looks to the three who had been waiting behind her, she left to check up on Killua and Gon. But just as the elevator closed, she said something out loud. "Just so you know, Gon's gotten a lot stronger and he's here to return something of yours."

Hisoka grinned "I can't wait..."

..........

One long week had passed. During this time Hiiro had won a fight. She was now at three wins and one loss. Her opponent did not die... but he'd be out of the arena for a while.

"Yo Killua!" She greeted the white haired boy waiting for her. A few feet away, Gon was also waving back "Hey Gon!" Hiiro grinned, a strikingly similar one to her fathers, but bearing more innocence.

"Hiiro!" Gon lit up "Heavens Arena is so cool! I can't believe I've never heard of this place before huh? We even made a friend!"

"That's awesome. I heard you already made it to floor 190?" Hiiro started walking towards a nearby cafe for lunch.