colours of the worlds

This world is but a canvas to our imagination

chapter 1

She felt the lift descend down towards the start of the hunter exam, it hadn't been hard get to here she thought, staring off into the distance. There was a ding and the doors opened allowing her to step off into a large tunnel, a group of about 60 people in total stood around - all turning towards her giving her glares. Not surprisingly.

Her name was Sinea, she was older than she looked and was a Nen user. She had an oversized jumper that dropped down to mid-thigh, with rolled up sleeves to the elbow. To top it off the jumper always felt off one shoulder. It was a greyish colour, her leggings were brown and had patches on the knees showing signs of use. On her feet were combat boots, which competed her outfit.

There were no weapons in sight.

But what really caught others off-guard were her eyes, they were cloudy and had a glazed look about them, often leading people to believe that she was blind. The left was a pale grey whereas her right, which was hidden by hair was a blood red.

Her hair was dark at the roots, turning into blue curls at the end, was up in a messy bun and fringe framing her face. The bun having a pencil and paintbrush sticking out at an angle, giving her a wild but artist look.

The only possession on her was a small sketch book attached to the outside of her thigh, just under the line of the jumper.

She stepped out, unfazed by the stares and glared. Taking her number from a strange green man, 65, not bad she mused. Her eyes flickered to someone coming up to her, his badge read 14. "This is your first time isn't it?" he asked giving her a fake smile.

"Yes" she cocked her head instantly disliking the man.

"Thought so, didn't recognised you, you see. I'm Tompa by the way a veteran of the exam"

"Sinea," she replied, he shifted under her stare, as an awkward tension rose between them.

"Toast to your new found friendship, if you have question feel free to ask me" he stated, taking two cans out of his saddle bag, he when to hand her one.

She could heard the whispers around them, "look he's at it again" his man had obviously done something to the drink, not that she was going to take it anyway.

"No thanks, I have my own" she stated simply.

He looked her up and down, noting the lack of bags and belongings. His smiled faltering slightly, "sure then, see you around"

She didn't respond, opting to step around the large man and wander into the crowd. After a minute of wandering she stopped, leaning back against the wall, she unhooked the book from her thigh and took the pencil from her hair before starting to doddle on a blank page.

After an hour or so, the doodle had turned into a detailed drawing of the tunnel and those in it. She made sure to add an extra profile, for every extra person entering. Her way of mesmerising face to numbers. She pushed of the wall, trying to get the blood running though her body again. Head still bent down towards the book, as she quickly sketch those around making sure that she got everyone; as she was currently missing one or two people, when looking at the numbers. And checking to see if anyone would make a lovely artistic creation.

She wandered in the out of the crowd, unnoticed by most.

Until she bumped shoulders with someone.

She stopped and turned around to face whoever she had bumped into, "sorry, I didn't notice you" she commented looking at the strange man. He had the number 44 pinned to his chest- one of her missing people.

"It alright little kitten~ you seemed to be in your own little world~" a voice purred back.

She gazed at the man, he had red hair glued up and golden eyes that gleamed down at her. She cocked her head slightly. The man was wearing what seemed to be a jester outfit- a pale tank top with the spade and club printed on it. Around his waist was a pink tube, the pants were the same colour as the top- his face painted, with a star and tear drop painted under each eye.

But sinea didn't noticed that fact, she was drawn in by his eyes.

She stepped closer to the man, placed a hand on his shoulder she moved onto her tippy toes. Making her eyes almost level with his. His smile didn't change as she asked, "Are they natural?"

"Are what natural, little kitten?"

"Your eyes and hair?" she asked head tilted like a cat.

"Of course~"

"Hmm," she hummed to herself, taking a step back "beautiful" she gave him a small smile before turning away. Her sketch book out already sketching his eyes trying to get as much detail in as possible.

She hadn't seen eyes like his in a long time.

Hisoka was quite amused by the encounter with the little kitten, he licked his lips this year was full of fruits ripe of picking. He watched as the women bobbed thought the crowd, taking no noticed to the world around her, what an interesting character he wondered how he would play.

She sat with her back against the wall, doodling in her book trying to get the images out of her head with no such luck, once an image left her head to the paper another would appear; She couldn't get the golden eyes out of her head and it frustrated her. The world around her when quite, she looked up dragging herself away from her sketches.

Three people had just entered the tunnel, she gazed at them from her spot. There was a child no more than 12, his eyes wild and innocent. A blond teen, whose eyes were determine but haunted and finally a man with glasses whose looked about with stubbornness.

She was fascinated by the group.

She moved towards them slowly, waiting for tompa to move away she would rather not deal with the man. As soon as he did, she disappeared before reappearing crouching in front of the child. They jumped slightly at her sudden appearance, she ignore the man with glasses outburst and stare intently at the child's eyes, there were beautiful, holding unknown power and an innocent that she hadn't seen in her lifetime. She turned, standing looking at the blondes haunted eyes, she could see hatred and anger, but also love and passion he hadn't lose his way yet.

"May I seen the other colour?" she asked the blonde head tilting slightly.

"You can tell… t-that my eyes change colour?" the blonde asked surprise written across his face.

She nodded and he continued, "sorry, but no you cannot see them"

"Oh" she whispered a disappointed look at her face, "it's not bad to have two different colour eyes, you shouldn't have to hid it"

"That may be so, but I prefer not to show them to someone I don't know"

Sinea thought for a moment, "I see your point"

"Miss?" the child asked from her side. The taller man behind him glaring intently at her. "What are you doing?"

"Looking at your eyes"

"Why?" he asked.

"Because there are the gateway to the soul. They show things that the mask hides, I can get to know you, things that you might not realise yourself. A masterpiece always starts with the eyes, it makes and becomes it"

"Really? That cools!" the boy exclaimed. "I'm Gon, that kurapika" he pointed to the blonde, before gesturing to the man with glasses, "and that's Leorio"

"It a pleasure to meet you, my name is sinea" she nodded to them.

"Can I try getting to know you by the eye thingy?" Gon asked interested in the concept.

"Of course" she smiled, crouching in front of the boy, kurapika and Leorio stood behind him watching her intently as if daring her to try something funny to their friend.

As she moved her hair to the side, the three watching gasped slightly. Gon opened his mouth, but before he could say anything there was a piercing scream.

Their heads snapped towards the sound just in time to see a man's arms turned into petals. "Pretty" she mumbled watching mesmerized as the flowers float into the air, gaining a strange look from the group. She could tell that it was nen, but she couldn't draw her eyes away. She quickly took out the sketch book and started drawing out the scene, determine to capture the image.

"What are you doing, sinea?" asked a curious Gon.

"I'm drawing it, freezing that image in time so that it will never fade and I will never forget" she gestured to the flowers, and the man who had caused it.

"Are you an artist? That's awesome!" he exclaimed peering over her shoulder.

She gave him a small smile, before returning her attention back towards the drawing, not noticing the smirking face of the golden eyed man watching her.

to be continued...

hey guys! this is sinea and i hope you will like her story!