Y/N POV

We're back at the auction house. Chrollo's on the floor, sighing. Feitan, apparently, had a change of mind about me being, and I quote, "Tch. Such a wordy bitch."

"You were up against the Zoldyck family," Shalnark walks in, directing his words at Chrollo.

"I wish I could've seen how those two fought you," Shizuku sighs.

"Fighting would have been more fun than watching," Feitan says.

"Kortopi," Chrollo rubs his head. "Is everything ready?"

"But of course. I can't make living copies but I can make static ones."

Chrollo gets up. "Good enough."

Backstage of the auction, me and Paku change into black dresses. We bring out the copies of the items Kortopi is scanning and showing them to the audiences. The job's finally done when Kortopi finished copying everything.

Chrollo puts everything in the cloth the Owl guy had used and it shrinks into his pocket. "Let's go."

"Are we flying back?" I ask.

"No one here can fly."

I laugh. "I can."

I change into my dark form. I had a dark and light form when it came to my Nen. I usually preferred to keep my light one hidden, but the dark one was an open book.

My hair flowed out for a second, and everything flashes a sudden darkness. When it disappears, I had transformed.

I had giant black wings on my back and my eyes had a red tint filmed over it.

I see Feitan look at me, eyebrow raised, and I growl at him, flipping him off and kicking him hard. He doubles over in pain after I kick him where the sun doesn't shine. Besides transforming and my power, my personality changed. It was a slight drawback, in a way. When I was dark, my personality resembled that, and vice versa with light.

"I'm going to have you hold onto Machi's string, which she will attach to my legs. I can carry you. But if you throw up on me, you will be finding hell soon. And if you get airsickness, get to base a different way," I command.

Machi attaches her strings while I wait impatiently. Finally, she's done. I shoot straight through the roof. Chrollo uses a Nen power to conceal us from people. I fly over to where our "dead bodies" are.

Kortopi had made dead copies of us. I spot myself. I'm lying in a pool of blood, holding Feitan's hand.

I scoff down at Kortopi. "Really? Holding Feitan's hand? And why blood there. It looks like I had a period," I state.

Feitan and Paku laugh, and Kortopi just shrugs. "I didn't place it. That was Hisoka."

"Hisoka!"

We're back at the base. As soon as we touch down, I shift back to my regular state. My eyes clear from the red tint, and my wings fold into my back.

Nobunaga storms into the room. He's pissed that we did the job without him.

"Well, do you still have the two boys?" I point out.

"No, but-"

"There you go," I chuckle.

Shizuku passes out drinks. I decline, as I still had my Sprite. It was icy cold to the touch. Perhaps flying through the wind with it made the soda that temperature.

I drink some straight from the bottle as everyone talks about their individual victory.

"Damn," I mutter. "You should'a made me look better, Hisoka."

"Do appearances matter that much to you?"

I smirk. "Of course they do. Afterall, this'll be on the news. Can't be looking dumb while dead.