Repulsive Beauty

Chapter 2: On Surrender

     I rambled back to my room, in a daze. Dodging fans and reporters, other fighters and everyone else who saw the fight. I can barely make out what they're all saying.

     "Tess, how does it feel to be the first ever to win a fight against Hisoka?"

     "Tess what did you do to him?"

     "What's your nen ability?"

     "Why have you never used that before?"

     "Is his nen gone forever?"

     With how loud it was in the hallway with everyone talking over each other, it mind as well have been silent. I finally reached the elevator up to the fighter only levels, and the guards held off the crowds while I stepped in. The reporter's faces looked so ecstatic, despite witnessing something so gruesome.

     I stared at myself in the reflections of the elevator door. I was looking at a floor master.

     I plucked the card from my arm, a queen. I wonder if that has any significance.

     After cashing in my earnings, I made my way to my newly assigned room. It was absolutely lavish. Everything was either white or gold, plush and polished. Frankly it felt very unwelcoming.

     I was too tired to make it more approachable, so instead I just closed the door behind me and started stripping my sweaty and restrictive clothing off, leaving a trail as I made way for the large clawfoot tub.

     I don't know how long I had been soaking before I heard a knock on the door. Long enough for me to have gotten pruny.

     "Just a minute!" I exclaimed as I clumsily clamored out of the tub and tied a huge robe around myself.

     "I think you might have the wrong room" I said loudly as I reached to open the door.

     Only they didn't have the wrong room at all.

     I pulled the door open with a smile, thinking it was someone else's room service. After all, I didn't know anybody here.

     On the threshold was a petite woman with bright pink hair and large eyes. She looked kind of pissed.

     "I'm sorry can I help you.?" I asked meekly. She was surprisingly intimidating.

     "May I come in?" She asked shortly.

     "Uh? I'm sorry I really don't know who you are, I wasn't expecting company."

     "My name's Machi" she said as she pushed past me and made her way to the sitting area by the window, "Hisoka sent me to fix your arm" she said without even turning to look at me.

     "Excuse me? Hisoka sent you?" I gasped with disbelief.

     I was so hung up on the adrenaline of the fight that I had forgotten about how severely my arm was wounded. Peeking into the bathroom I see that the tub is full of red stained water.

     "Yes, Hisoka. You know, big tall guy, goofy looking hair, face paint. Oh you might remember him from your match today" she mocked with a straight face.

     "Yeah, I'm plenty aware of who he is. I'm asking what business he has sending someone to my room, nevermind why he would bother concerning himself with my wound."

     I couldn't begin to imagine what was going on in his head when he sent this woman.

     "I don't ask questions and neither should you. Come sit down and let me stitch you up." her voice was a little softer.