colours of the world
an image can speak a thousand words...
chapter 9
Sinea sat in-between the red man's legs. Completely losing track of time, nor did she care from that matter she was too absorbed in her work to care about the working and going on around her. A bad trait she knew she had.
There were only two occasions in which she was brought out of her creations. One was when Hisoka got a strange call, but she was too distracted by how the butterflies danced around him to be concerned by what he was saying. Dance of the red death…. That's what she would call the piece.
The seconded time she was brought out by the sound of Hisoka's deep and smooth voice, "come out, I know your their"
She looked up from her position towards the red head who was looking in a vague direction. She stopped drawing and waited as the smell of death came closer. "If you don't come out, I will come to you~" the magician purred, standing and moving away from the blue haired girl.
She shivered, from the lack of warmth the man was providing her. Hisoka noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye; smirking he turned back to the challenge at hand. A tall man with a spear stepped out into view, he looked directly at Hisoka. But she could tell by his eyes, that the man was dying, if not a Deadman walking.
She watched as Hisoka danced about dodging the swing from the spear. She could tell that he too, knew the man was done for. "Why…Why won't you attack me?" the man panted.
"If I continue to avoid your attacks, you'll die eventually." The man shrugged half-hearty, returning to his seat next to sinea. "I'm not interested in dead men"
She watched as the man struggled to move before several pins flew towards the dead man, ending his life. "Sorry about that..." a voice spoke up behind them. She turned looking over her shoulder towards the new comer. It was Gittarackur. "I relaxed my attention a short time ago, and he escaped from me"
The pinned man stepped into the clearing making his way towards the pair. "Lies~" purred Hisoka, his eyes ever moving from the blue haired women – Something the pin man clearly noticed. "I'm confident that he implored~ you saying 'please I'm gonna die accept my final wish'. When will you stop being interested in emeries that aren't worth the trouble?"
The pinned male shrugged, keeping an eye on the blue haired female. She didn't seem like a threat but it was better to be careful. "You also have those kind of problems, letting an adversary go away voluntarily"
"Yes but I choose them. I only let people live when I estimate their ability to provide an more entertaining death in the future~" Hisoka purred before changing the subject, "what about the badges?"
"I've got it, with that I have 6 points" he lifted up another badge it read #80, "this one is useless. I'll give it to you" he passed it to the red head. The pin man glanced towards the female.
She stared at him blankly before looking down towards her book, "go ahead," she spoke softly.
Gittarackur looked at the girl, with interest before complying, taking out his pins out of his one by one. Sinea watched in amazement as the transformation began, hisoka beside her watching with amusement, "I can't grow tired of this~"
"Sure but there are more pleasant things for the one who does it...Ahh I feel better"
"You look better, less tormented" sinea agreed nodding at the original form.
The man before her now had pale skin and long black hair. His eyes were wide and large, like black holes into the abyss. The pair stared at each other, Hisoka golden gazed darting between them, curiosity written across his face. Then she realised- this was the man in the artwork, the man with the dark aura about him. "My card, if you need anyone assassinating – though I doubt you have the money"
He passed her a card, she stared at it, illumi Zoldyck…. It read with a number underneath. She placed it in the book, before taking out one of her own, "my card," she lifted it up to the male, "artist, theft and forgery"
Hisoka raised an eyebrow, and illumi took it, promptly burying himself in the ground in front of them with the words of sleep. Hisoka flicked though his cards, "your full of surprises little princess~"
She shrugged, turning back towards her book. Making a little profile of illumi next to the Gittarackur profile. "You have more secrets than me, Hisoka"
Said man chuckled, "you have your badges?"
"Of course, I got them before we left the ship"
He chuckled again, "I better head off to get my own then..."
"Have fun" she muttered nodding to the male as he disappeared into the shadows of the trees.
Time flew by, the only thing drawing her out of her work, was a sudden blast of blood lust. No doubt from Hisoka. She used her time wisely, using only the stuff she had out not trusting her skills to notice those around her while in the zone. Sinea painted, drew, created, predicted, in her sketch book. Using the drawings she already had to figure out what colour scheme she wanted for future money making projects, she had a vibrant greens and purples for her forest sketch, red toned scheme for dance of the red death. Currently, she had spilt her sketch of Gon and killua jumping though the threshold in two. The top half in grey, duller tone colours whereas the bottom half in brighter, explosive colours.
She couldn't decide which one was better.
So she had left it – to look at a later date for making the decision. Stretching, sinea looked to towards the sky, she could tell by the hungry in her stomach that a few days had past. Give or take four days. But in all honestly she wasn't hungry just conflicted on the last challenge ahead.
Her head snapped towards a branch snapping in the tree line. Out of the shadows stepped a man – most preciously her target. "Finally I fought you, girly" he growled.
She blinked, cocking her head "I am your target?"
"Lucky me, I get you. You're going to paid for stabbing me" he moved forward. Sinea looked at him in confusion but didn't move an inch.
"Pardon me, but when did I stab you?"
He snarled, "When you were playing art on the floor on the tower"
Her mouth formed an 'o' in realisation, the male had obviously try to disturbed her during that mode – she had wondered who the blood had belonged to, for once it wasn't hers. "I apologize, but during that mode I have no control over my actions, I'm sorry"
The man step forward, grabbing her by the jumper. "We'll see whose talking after I beat you"
"Well, we seem to have a problem"
The man paused, "problem…"
"Yes, you see, I am not inclined to fight against you, due to the fact I see no reason to nor do I want to. Moreover you also have no reason to-"
"No reason! I need your badge!" he cut across her.
"And that's the problem," sinea continued. "I don't have my badge on me"
Technically it wasn't a lie, her badge and the man's in front of her was stored away in her book, which was currently on the floor beside her, "what!?" the man growled. His grip tightening on her jumper threatening to rip the wool apart.
"Would you like me to repeat myself?" she asked, no emotion on her face as she watched the male with her dazed eyes. The man, though he wouldn't say this out loud was unnerved by her eyes they seem to see everything but nothing at the same time.
"You're lying…"
"You can check, if you like" she stood up, gesturing for the male to check for the badges.
The male frowned, not letting go of her jumper before doing a quick pat down. Nothing he found nothing. The growled before scanning around at the art stuff. She could have hidden it anywhere. His eye stopped, focusing on the sketch book, a light bulb when off in his head.
He stumped to pick it up, arm and eyes never leaving the girl, he wasn't risking his chance of becoming a hunter on some arty girl, plus he saw how she moved during the second task. Which one hand to start to flick though its contest, going slowly as not to miss anything. His anger raising as he came to the drawings from the start of the exam, anger slowly turning to shock and fear as he moved further and further into the book. As sinea, was no longer controlling what pages the man in front of her was seeing.
This girl… was not normal. Yes, he already knew she wasn't in the same butch as most newbies on the exam but this was something… insane, something you would fine draw in blood on the white walls of a padded room. "what…w-what" he muttered words leaving him, as the sweat started to slip down his head, as he stared at the horrifying images.
"Keep going you haven't reach the end yet" she smiled sweetly, which only made the dread worse.
He kept flicking though it, his own insanity disappearing. He stopped, on the left page, was her badge overlapping another one. His eyes widen with realisation- it was his own number. His eyes flickered to the right page. He looked up, "WHAT THE HE-"
He was cut off as cards imbedded themselves into his body.
Sinea watched as the man felt to the floor. The horror written on his face, she frowned swooping up her book as she watched Hisoka approach. Lucky the blood hadn't gotten anywhere but the floor. The red head chuckled, "My~ my~ little princess needed to be recused by a prince how charming~"
"I had it covered, and I think you suit the role of the magician better than a prince"
"Really? Pray tell how that" he pointed to the slightly tore jumper, "had it covered"
She opened the book to the last pages the Deadman had seen, "I already knew you were coming"
Hisoka eyed the drawing, it was the Deadman cards embedded, a speak bubble coming out of his mouth. But it was the look of horror that caught his attention, his eyes flickered pass the book to sinea's face. "Hmm~, why was he soo scared?" he mumbled out loud.
"He saw my art work"
"I'm sure there not that bad princess~" Hisoka purred.
Sinea eyed him, before dragging the body away from her seat. Opting not to comment. He sat down on the log, hand to chin as he watched her appear. His eyes narrowed and she stopped a few steps away. "What?" she asked nervously, unsure about the face the redhead was now making at her.
"I'm interested in your abilities princess~ theirs no ears here would you like to tell me? I tell you mine"
"You're not going to give up on this are you" the blue haired women signed.
"Nope" Hisoka grinned. Pointing and attaching his bungle gum to her. He pulled, yanking her into his lap. She blushed furiously, "this is my nen, it has the porosities of gum and rubber. I call it bungle gum~"
She struggled to get out of his lap, "Hisoka..." she muttered, "please let me go" her face red with embarrassment.
"No can do~" chuckled Hisoka, "not until you tell me princess" She would have looked scary if not for the blush.
Signed in defeat, she put a hand up to cover her red eye, "when my eyes go grey, my ability- artist prediction occurs. I basically predict the future in the forms of art, but I can't, sort of, control it."
"Continue~" Hisoka purred gleefully.
She pouted, shifting to bring out her book. She clicked to her supplies, bringing two apples into reality. "My basic ability metamorphosis art, the ability to bring my drawing into reality and vice visa"
"Handy ability to have especially in the theft and forgery business~" Hisoka hummed, wrapping his arms round her stomach, pulling her close. She nodded, taking a bit out of one of the apples, her book now closed on her lap. "Now I know what happens when your eyes go grey~, but I want to know what happens when they go red~" he whispered into her ear.
Sinea froze, body tensing. A shiver running down her spine – Hisoka breath on her neck not being the cause. "That is not something I wish to tell" she stated.
Wrong move it seemed, "Hm~ so something does happen, come on don't leave me hanging princess~ I won't tell anyone~"
"If my eyes completed go red…." She paused her face turned away from him. She was not ready to reveal everything yet. "Run and take everyone you value with you"
Her tone told Hisoka that he wasn't getting any more information out of the artist. He release his nen. She finished the apple before moving; handing the other one to the magician and taking her place back against the log. Waiting for the end of the second to last phase.
to be continued...
