Artist
I've wanted to do this one for quite a while now
This is what I call an 'epic fic': something longer than one-shots and…actually has a plot OMG!
This fic contains:
-OOCness
-OOC's
-A Mary Sue (no worries! She won't make you want to bang your head against the wall in exasperation! I hope)
- A PLOT!!!111oneone
-11 (or so) chapters
Rating is T just in case
Prologue: Nightingale
The aged woman closed her eyes. Was it already midnight? The bell told her that someone had entered her shop. She sighed. She wanted to retire, she really did. A PMSy teenager and a weirdo entered her tent. Once again she wondered why in earth she had chosen to be a fortune teller. She could have been a waitress, an artist, anything…even a whore but a fortune teller? In her forty years of indispensable service, she had met so many people; most of them thought she was their personal adviser or something. She had been told about crushes, marriages, divorces, etc etc etc.
She was already beginning to develop a sixth sense that would tell her which sort of reading the clients wanted. Most of them wanted something related to love anyway, the others were just psychos or gamblers, but it was always money or love. Therefore she figured that the weirdo was some sort of pedophile…mainly because of how uncomfortable the other one looked. Poor boy. Had she been in a better mood she could have considered helping.
Her musings were interrupted for the weirdo had asked her to read their fortune. Sure whatever…anything to get you out of my tent.
She arranged the cards in a familiar pattern. The lady had developed her own spread, it was probably never true, but it gave her inspiration about which unlikely story to make up. Whatever. Her eyes widened at the result. How on earth would they believe the story? The weirdo might…but the PMSy teen would probably get really angry…if they paid she had no problem, obviously.
"You see gentlemen, this card over here suggests that you've been dodging death, I must advise you to be cautious. The other card implied that you will have a very violent future…and art is to fear"
Hisoka arched an eyebrow. The woman wasn't making up stories, she really saw that in the cards. Even if the first bit was true…'art is to fear'? Were they going to get smacked with a painting and then kidnapped? He had always known that fortune telling was a fraud, those old women needed money, yeah but…they didn't need to make up stories about evil paintings come to life did they?
Tsusuki was still wide eyed. He was trying to decipher what the woman had said and clearly believed every inch of her 'prophecy'. Idiot…
The old lady smiled, pleased at the result her prediction had on her visitors…on the weirdo at least
His amethyst eyes said that he was deep in thought
"Want me to do a romantic reading too?"
The green eyed teen blushed furiously
"That's it, we're out of here" he grabbed his partner's hand and stormed out of the tent, leaving a couple hundreds yen as a payment.
The old lady sighed and rolled her eyes, youth these days…
Someone rang the bell again
"Come in"
She was clearly annoyed
The man that went in stayed within the shadows
"My little nightingale, you really don't enclose the gift do you?
My little nightingale, what a pity
You should have stopped your song"
Whoever had just slit the old lady's throat was glad that the previous visitors didn't believe her
If they had...he wouldn't succeed.
The prologue is short, I know
The rest of the story isn't as confusing and vague as this chapter…seeeeeriousely