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Two figures could be seen in a nearby distance, one standing while the other sat close by. The youngest of the two stared at the flowers as they lightly danced along with the light breeze that passed around them.
Near him sat a man staring boredily at the flowers, his eyes moved from them to the boy's face that held no peaceful expression that should be there when viewing flowers and such.
How many times has he attempted to change that expression, but it seems that nothing brings peace or joy to this boy.
"Little Prince, what seems to be bothering you?" The man asked in silk laced tone. He crisscrossed his legs and propped one elbow on them to lean his chin down on his open hand.
The boy shot him a quick look of annoyance before turning back to the flowers."Have I not told you that I detest that title?"
The oldest smirked."Which makes me want to call you that even more. I find it to be quite fitting for someone of your caliber"
A soft snort escaped the boy as his eyes continued to be trained on the flowers. Such beautiful things that brought no pure interest to him in reality.
"So if I may ask, what did the little prince bring me out here for? I mean, you don't usually look for me personally...I'm guessing this is something important" His eyes glancing at the boy, hoping to see some sort of reaction from him.
The boy turned halfway to him. Their eyes met for a moment, but he broke it off.
"They won't allow this to continue"
The older man's smirk fell at those words, making him stand up in a flash.
Of course, their height difference was quickly noticed now that he stood in front of the boy.
"I've already told you how this can continue...but you won't let me finish what we started" He walked closer to the boy, leaving only a few inches in the middle of them."Though in the end, it all lies in your hands, little prince" Out of nowhere he pulled out a flower and put it in the boy's hair.
"Perfect"
Gold-eyes slowly opened to the world around, squinting when the light that streamed in through the small holes in the tent let light drift into his surroundings. The owner of the gold-eyes removed his arm that rested on his forehead as he slowly sat up.
The blankets that covered him previously, now coiled around him like a snake.
"That bothersome dream again~ " He mumbled, running one hand through his red hair. He looked around the tent, expecting to see something out of the ordinary. Nothing.
The redhead slowly stood up from his makeshift bed, stretching when he stood on his feet. He walked over to his crate where he keeps his hygiene products, he took what he needed, and walked over to his next crate that contained cleaned clothes. After he gathered the needed things, he made his way out the tent.
The cool air hitting him when had stepped out from the tent. It was silent aside from the usual noise of the birds and the circus animals that made noise. Franklin must be feeding them with all the commotion they're making at this early hour.
He made his way over to the shower area, and it was a good thing that he likes to wake early than most since he won't need to wait in line for the shower.
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Hisoka sighed in bliss as he let the warm water hit every nerve that needed some relief. The water always seemed to calm him down when he needed it most. He took this time to reflect on a couple of things.
He watched the water that dripped into the drain, his mind quickly drifted back to the dream that has become a daily recurring dream.
He's tried the hardest to push it away but it always seemed to sneak back into his mind.
How annoying.
But now that he's thinking about it, how long has it been that that happened?
Three?
Six?
Ten?
Beats him; he barely even remembers when it all began.
Though secretly those days were quite amusing, to say the least. Even if there were one or two things that could've been different, especially how all those rose-colored days ended. That was something that should have ended in a different manner. And it's something that will probably irk him to the rest of his days.
But then again, he doesn't need to let those foolish memories ruin his newfound happiness.
His Special Child.
Gon.
Oh, how he adores that boy. Despite not spending much time together, he really does adore that boy. He's exactly he's ever wanted in a child, and he knows for a fact that he so much potential to be even better.
But once everything is thoroughly planned, they'll have enough time to know each other on a personal level. Oh yes, a personal level. Though he hoped that nothing stopped him from doing so. And if that were to happen, then he's prepared to fight "nail and tooth" with any obstacle.
Besides, he has nothing to worry about at this moment. Kuroro loves this place too much, seeing as they've managed to make double the amount they usually make. That's probably due to this town having a good size of wealthy people. Which means that they're not moving for another few weeks...maybe even months. Then again that would be asking too much for a higher being to reward the magician with that gift.
He'll make the most of the time that he has with Gon. He'll get to know him, learn what makes him happy, what makes him sad, etc. Afterwards, he'll need to decide the final move, seeing as if he decided on a move that he did in the past, then everything will go to waste. And that's the last thing he wants. So he's left with nothing at this moment. Not a single thing that would extend their time together.
'Shame...~' He thought, turning the water off, and stepping out from the shower. Hisoka reached for his towel to dry himself before he began to dress for the day ahead.
Next, he did his usual routine of blow drying his hair to the point that it was dry enough for his gel. Once his gel was quickly set in his hair, he turned next to his facepaint shapes. Didn't take him to long to make them in a neat manner.
Once done he gathered his things and headed out the shower area. He walked back to his tent in quick and silent steps but was stopped when he saw that the other Artists were walking towards Kuroro's tent.
'What's going on?~' He thought to himself, trying to look around for Machi or Shalnark to explain the sudden actions of the others.
"Hisoka?" Shalnark called out to him in confusion. He had seen the magician standing in his spot as if he was glued to it. He decided to approach him to inform him of the sudden news that Kuroro wanted to go over."Hisoka?" He called out to him when the redhead didn't move his gaze away from the others.
He was finally able to get his attention when he tapped him on the shoulder.
Hisoka turned to the owner of the tap, and wasn't surprised to see Shalnark."What's going on?~" He didn't waste time to ask.
"Pakunoda and Shizuki just came to inform us that we're being called to Danchou's tent for some reason" He answered, glancing at the others that had already left for the tent.
His golden eyes slightly widen before returning back to their normal size. This wasn't good! what the hell was Kuroro up to!?
"We shouldn't waste his time then~ " He didn't care that he was carrying his dirty clothes or his hygiene products because all that mattered at the moment was to find out what was going on.
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The Artists calmly gathered in front of Kuroro's desk, waiting for him to start this meeting. They each thought the same question, what was going on?.
"Thank you all for coming to my tent, despite having things to do. But it has come to my attention that it's time to move on again" He explained, setting his elbows on his table and interlocking his hands in front of him.
A few of them were surprised but others already had a feeling that this was the cause of the morning meeting.
"Is there a reason for us to leave, Danchou?" Phinx asked, crossing his arms over his chest."I thought we were doing pretty well in this place"
Uvogin nodded to that."I agree! It would be a waste to leave this place too soon. Those rich fools would pay double just to see Nobunaga swallow two swords. You should really reconsider, Danchou"
"You two don't understand, if Danchou is deciding this it's because he has a good reason. We shouldn't try to make him change his decision" Machi stated in a serious tone, glancing at two older men.
They slightly glared at her for a few seconds before turning back to Kuroro. The poi spinner does have a good point, who were they to change their ringmaster's decision.
Kuroro sighed, massaging his temples, something he doesn't usually do."You must understand, there are rumors going around about sudden events that have happened since we've come into this town. Now, this town may be a fair size, but word travels. And now I can't have the image of the circus getting dirtied because of a few rumors that could possibly be falsely pinned to us" He said in a slight sadden voice. A voice that brought a few frowns on the Artists' faces.
"Danchou...you're not talking about..." Shalnark didn't know whether he should continue, in fear that something would happen that would trigger the memories for everyone.
"He's talking about those sudden disappearances of kids" Uvogin finished for him, glowering at no one in particular."But that hasn't nothing to do with us!" He angrily shouted, making a few of them wince at the tone of his voice.
"I never said that it did but people may try to pin it on us. Like I was saying before, tonight will be our final night here, so I'm asking for all of you to put on your best of the best like always" He stated, trying to smooth out the atmosphere that had suddenly surround the tent.
They each (not including Hisoka) gave a firm nod before taking their leaves. Hisoka walked towards the exit of the tent, before stopping and turning over his shoulder to spare a final look at Kuroro, who was surprisingly also staring at him.
The magician managed a smirk before walking out.
"I think you're doing the right thing, Danchou" Pakunoda commented, glancing at the ringmaster.
The ringmaster turned his attention to her."I need to stop it before it gets out of proportion. In the past, we found out too late but this time we caught it in the nick of time" He softly spoke, his voice strained a little for some reason."I can't have our hard work going to waste like it almost did"
"I agree, Danchou. The damage was almost irreversible in the past. If we hadn't made that one decision, then I believe that we wouldn't have this circus still" Shizuki suddenly said, sparing a small look at the two before turning back to the clipboard in hand.
"Thank you for calling them in here" He stood up from his chair to stretch a little."Please double check that the roster for tonight is correct. I don't want any mistake to go unnoticed"
"Yes Danchou" They answered in unison.
Both women crossed the room towards the exit to fulfill the task at hand. Kuroro's gray colored eyes spared a small glance at a portrait that held all the Artists and him. He couldn't afford to jeopardize their happiness or the circus. That idiot magician will need to realize that whether he likes it or not. No more will happen.
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It was a miracle that he made it quickly back to his tent without getting stopped by the others. The moment he stepped through the opening of the tent, he flung all that he held in his hands to one side that he managed to break the small box that held his hygiene products.
That ringmaster of their's had all of this planned!
He was the cause of his falling in the past, and now he'll be the cause once more.
Why must everything fall apart much in the same fashion as it did in past?
Everything was ruined.
There wasn't any hope now to try to stall the time.
Hisoka's usual calm expression was now replaced with one of that of pure anger and hatred. His balled up his hands to the point that his nails were slightly digging a little deep into his skin. He could almost swear that he felt the anger passing through him as he stared around the tent.
What was he supposed to do now? There wasn't any time to come up with something. His previous plan has just gone up in flames. He won't be able to get back at that pesky white-haired boy.
What was the magician to do now?
The redhead took a small breather, hoping to calm himself down in order to properly come up with something. He trudged over to his bed and took a seat. He hunched over his legs and thought for a moment.
This was sort of his fault now that he realizes it. He was having too much fun that he forgot how to suitably play this game. Oh well, too late to feel any guilt...as if he ever could.
That forced a small chuckle from him.
Now that his mind was a tad clearer, there was one plan that he could try, but there's a possibility of it not working fully to its potential, though it'll get him pretty far. And it's a plan that he's been wanting to use for a while now.
Perfect.
All he needs is the right supplies that he hopes that he'll be able to acquire on such short notice.
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