She exited the washroom, a towel wrapped around her body as another towel sat on top of her head as she rubbed the towel into her hair to dry.

And now she stood in annoyance because of the jester that stood in her room with her, casually looking at her as if it was normal for him to be there.

"Ahh~ Kat-"

"Get out." Katsumi answered annoyed, not letting him finish his sentence as she turned around to continue drying her hair.

She was simply ignoring him, but Hisoka loved playing with his toys, and he wasn't ready to clean up just yet.

Hisoka wrapped his arms around Katsumi's waist from behind, she ignored it as she continued to dry her hair. He placed his head close to her shoulder, her scent intoxicating to him. Oh how he wanted to break her over and over again, she surely wouldn't break so easily anyways.

"What do you want?" Katsumi asked aggravated.

"Nothing~" Hisoka answered, his hands slipping below her towel.

"Quit it."

"Hmmm~ ♡"

"You heard me."

But Hisoka continued on, his hands going where it pleased. Katsumi simply walked away towards the washroom, leaving Hisoka's hands empty. So he simply followed, giving no privacy to the young woman.

"Hisoka, I'm trying to get ready." Katsumi answered even more annoyed as she stared at the reflection in the mirror. The jester simply did what he wanted, and cornered her against the bathroom counter, his hands on either side of her.

"And to think I wanted to spend some time with you~" Hisoka mocked a hurt tone.

"What are you even doing here? Don't you have a job to do?" Katsumi mentioned as she tried to brush out her hair, not catching Hisoka's bored look.

"Yes, but I won't have to return until tomorrow~"

"You could go back now." Katsumi shot back, once again prying off the jesters arms off of her. "Or you stay here, and I leave."

"Ah~" Hisoka replied, a murderous intent laced his voice. "Would you go back to the Boss?~"

Katsumi froze for a moment at his words, his tone, his dangerous aura that all of a sudden was aimed at her.

"And if I did?"

And his aura rose higher.

Katsumi stared at the jester's reflection in the mirror, his state was calm yet cold. Her instincts had become fully aware of the situation, teasing the man would surely bring her death if she continued.

"I have no interest in Chrollo, remember that Hisoka." Katsumi commented, as she then went back to getting ready.

From that comment alone, the insidious aura in the air decreased dramatically.

"Oh~" Hisoka replied, his tone and facial features turning back to its playful one.

Once more, Hisoka wrapped his arms around Katsumi's waist as she got ready.

I crave only the strong, and Chrollo will never fit that part if he were the one to stand by me.