I�m very sorry,� you attempt to get out, �but I have no idea who you are.�

The green-eyed boy looks a bit shocked, his eyes quavering a little as he stares intently at you. Then his expression changes and he throws up his hands exasperatedly.

"I give up," he groans tiredly. "I'm Hisoka," he says slowly, as if talking to a small child. "Your partner.�

You are getting thoroughly irritated at this impudent young rascal, not to mention that your stomach is growling up a storm.

�Would you like some breakfast . . . Hisoka?� you generously ask.

You are getting quite irritated at this person for disturbing your beautiful dream and barging in as if he were the president, and getting quite hungry as well.

Will You: