A/N: [WARNING]: A bit of violence and blood (spilling and consumption). 

There are some dark kinks near the end of the chapter. I know some find these difficult so just a warning. Nothing explicit in this chapter, though. 

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Violet jumped off her ride, well before her destination. Once she was certain Hisoka wasn't still following at a shadow's breath, she stopped to recover. She bent over, steadying her hands against her knees as she breathed heavily. As she stood again, she wiped the sweat from her brow with the end of her coat sleeve.

Okay, I should have time. I just have to hurry.

Violet surged into action again. She kept to the alleyways and shadows using the best Zetsu she could manage to arrive without detection. She dashed into the high-end woman's shop, pausing only momentarily near the front entrance. The shop was well lit near the entrance, but the mood lighting was dimmer near the middle and back to create a sensual experience. It was all lost on the woman who had just breached the front of the shop. She found the main register desk and walked towards it without deviation.

When she reached the area, one woman with heavy but well-adorned make-up looked up upon noticing her presence. Violet couldn't help but think how these stores always seemed to employ beautiful women to serve customers. She didn't know where they were all being found.

"Hello. May I help you, miss?" the shop clerk with long brunette hair and dark blonde highlights asked.

Violet scowled internally, hearing the ever so slight disdain in the woman's voice and noticed the condescending way the employee smiled down on her. Certainly, the huntress knew her hair was a frizzled mess, and her lack of make-up, complete with sweat-covered skin, didn't win her any beauty prizes. However, she still deserved respect.

"Yes. I phoned earlier. I placed an order and-"

"Oh. I'm sorry, honey. That order was already sent out to the address you offered," the woman spoke with nonchalant condescension toward the shorter, blonde-haired, winded huntress.

Violet stood silent for a moment. It's only been twenty minutes since I called. What the hell? God, legs for days, but bird brains. Typical. No, that's insulting to birds.

She visibly sighed before speaking again, "It hasn't been thirty minutes, but I understand. When was it picked up for deliv-"

"Now, sweetie. There is little we can do. You're more than welcome to look around and see if there is anything that might fit you." The clerk looked her up and down as her lips twitched. "Maybe some of our full coverage pieces. You can find them near the back right of the store."

Violet closed her eyes tightly and struggled to fight the bubbling rage. I hate women who think they're supermodels. God, why do they always look so hot but have personalities like sewage. Such a waste.

Instead of giving the woman a response, she dialled the front desk of the hotel Hisoka had booked them into.

"Hello. Yes, this is Violet James. I'm staying with Hisoka in the penthouse sweet," she responded to the receptionist that fielded the call. She smiled at their return greetings. They at least have trained manners.

"Yes, thank you," Violet continued to speak with her as the clerk's eyes widened and face paled. "I have a delivery coming. It should arrive today. Can you place it in the hallway on our floor? Please keep it hidden. It's a gift."

Violet nodded at the responses given and thanked the staff before disconnecting the call. She turned to leave the high-end shop.

"Oh. Miss!" the clerk called and reached out to the air in an attempt to halt the dirty blonde-haired woman's retreat. Violet turned to regard the rude associate with a single raised eyebrow.

"I apologise that the items weren't available upon your arrival," she spoke. "We just wanted to ensure they arrived with enough time."

Violet nodded and turned again with little patience left for her and the shop. She hated those who would give her higher value than anyone else for superficial reasons.

"Please!" the associate persisted. "Allow me to make one recommendation?"

The huntress paused and turned to look at the woman with perfect hair, a button nose, and a wonderful slender jawline. She tilted her head with interest at the woman, an interest that did span more than just the business at hand. She would never act on it, given the clerks' personality, though.

"Given what you've selected," the clerk led Violet deeper into the store. "These would make a wonderful addition. They'll really complete the look." The clerk smiled and handed the huntress a pair of deep rouge stiletto heels.

The fighter's eyes went large. "I've never worn heels this high. I don't think it's necessary," she responded and tried to hand them back to the clerk.

"It's more for the look than function," the female helper explained. "They match your outfit well. If it's not too bold, if they both do their job, you won't need to walk in them long if at all." She smiled knowingly at Violet.

The huntress opened her mouth slightly, wrinkled her nose and scowled slightly at this woman's choice to be so crude. This reaction caused the clerk to pale and worry she had over-stepped, yet again.

Violet turned her head away in vicarious embarrassment. Upon doing so, her eyes met with a piece on a table across the shop. She slowly walked over and picked up the heeled shoes. It was a shorter heel than the devil red stilettos, but they were black with red highlights. The ribbons that would crisscross around the ankle and up the leg just below the knee attracted and held the woman's interest.

"I'll take a pair of these," she commanded the clerk. "However, one condition. Let me leave out the back, please?" The clerk nodded enthusiastically.

Violet snuck out the back door leading to the alley behind the lingerie shop. She stuck to the back street for a few shops before veering to try to find her way to the street again.

If I get back to the hotel first and wear the outfit, I might placate some of Hisoka's anger. I will just have to give him that present early so I ca-

Her body was suddenly hurled viciously into the cold brick wall, which dripped with slow condensation as the water fought turning to ice in the cold. The savage movement and abrupt stop thoroughly winded her delicate frame. Fighter's instinct took over, and she looked for the threat to find piercing gold globes seething into her with rage.

Her only response was choking to try and refill her empty lungs. Before she could complete the task, Hisoka's hand fully engulfed her whole neck and tensed brutally around it. Violet felt herself being raised to eye level with the man and an entire foot from where her feet could grace the Earth. She struggled desperately as her breath seized, and her ability to fight for its return was removed as she slid further up the brick wall.

Hisoka brought the long edge of a playing card up to her left cheek and pressed it into her just before the skin would break. She grabbed for his wrist with one hand and clung to his bicep with the other, pushing desperately, begging for air.

Hisoka responded to her by continuing to give a dark, emotionless expression, apart from his eyes that stormed with fury. He inched the card down her left cheek to the angle of her jaw. The woman's eyes widened before turning to flames as she dug her nails deeply into where she grabbed at the magician's skin. He stopped his card where the angle of her jaw met her neck and gingerly deepened the pressure of the sharp card against her skin. He moaned at the feeling of his skin being broken by her nails. 

Violet raised her Ken in defence, but her vision was blurring quickly. In desperation, she kicked out for the magician's stomach to free herself. He pressed the card enough to draw a thin line of blood as she landed her kick against him. The huntress squeezed her eyes shut from the pain of the impact and trashed against his abuse.

Her blood started to slowly collect on the card as her vision blackened. Her arms dropped feebly from his arm as final oblivion called. The magician tightened his grip around her neck further and saturated her body in electric, prickling bloodlust. As her vision narrowed, she saw him bring the card to his mouth and sadistically lick the blood from the weapon. She gritted her teeth and opened her mouth in a silent, savage scream.

Her vision fully failed her, and the last thing she heard was him chuckling darkly. "Naughty kitten~ How much fun I'm going to have with you, all while you suffer through your lesson."