#poisonedwarrior

Being at the right place at the right time, it could save someone’s life. Ariel knew this, had saved many by being around. Had stopped many from meeting their end, much like she had done again. Pushing a man away from a moving vehicle may not have seemed small to another, but to her, it was just another person that was sparred from meeting Death.

“Are you okay?” concern laced her voice, “that was quite a close call.”

A normal family reunion wouldn't look quite like this, but it was better than nothing. The parties both arrived. In the red corner, Miss Inari Kuriyama was present. If she was excited to see her brother for the first time in years, she wasn't showing it. Though perhaps that could be considered Hisoka's fault, as he had tied her head to toe until she literately couldn't move a finger. A blood manipulator was dangerous, especially an angry one.  To prevent her from biting her tongue or something, he actually had to gag her too. 

Not the most gracious host she ever met, Hisoka was sure. Never the less, she will soon learn to appreciate his ways. 

In the blue corner, young Tadashi Kuriyama had been pulled right from the Nase kitchen where he had been feeding his gluttonous mouth hole for hours. He looked a little shell shocked to be here but that was to be expected. This was, after all, one of the secret rooms that no one but the head of household could get access to. It was nothing special, just a really sound proof torture chamber. 

"Excuse me for restraining you like this but you did just try to kill me, so." That was for Miss Inari, who likely was thinking about all the ways she could slit his throat by now. Hisoka didn't want to slip her ring on for her for other purposes. The gold hoop sat in the Nase's palm, glistening under the dull light. "Look, Tadashi." He presented it to the blond male. This ring was identical to the one Tadashi wore. A gift from his mother, also a way for him to find his way to his only sibling. 

Exactly one pair of eyes was drilling into his back. When someone stared with that degree of intensity, it either meant they were in love with you and wanted to have your children, or they wanted to kill you. Both of those options didn't appeal to Hisoka, but since he valued his life, the first was preferred. 

"May I help you?" He inquired, giving the young woman a quick once-over. She was pretty, and that was the first thing Hisoka took note of. Unfortunately, judging by the anger buried in her eyes, she likely wasn't in love with him. 

Hisoka sighed. What a shame.