Trust that an ending is followed by a begining ...
Killua glared at his brother, Alluka securely stationed in his arms. They have just landed in the airport, got into the car and about 10 minutes into the journey though darken woodland - only to realised that Illumi had gotten to the driver first. The older male having surrounded them and the car with his needle-people.
"kill, you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" illumi asked as the man himself stepped out of the shadows more of the mindless puppets shifting unsteadily on their feet behind him. Killua could almost heard the moans and groans for brains from the way they were positioned, like something from a horror movie though the way they swayed. "something about Alluka.."
Killua considered all of hisoptions, things weren't looking good.
"how did you know our location? I should have completely shaken you ff" the slivernet stated attempt to buy himself time.
"if I tell you, will you hand Alluka over?"
The younger boy gritted his teeth in annoyance, as another figure appeared, "It was me. I fell perfectly into his trap"
"Tsubone..."
Unknown to all in the clearing, a magician was debating his options on which magic trick he should perform.
To leave Alluka - save Gon and make Illumi his enemy?
Kill Alluka and earn Killua's hatred?
Decisions, decisions... The magician pondered before a smile appeared on his face, the grin giving the joker a menacing look as he took a step froward.
If Alluka doesn't die but Illumi does and I'm not hated by Killua. Then even if Gon come back to health I won't have gotten any sort of bonus. Then maybe killing alluka make Killua hate me, then kill Killua and have Illumi hate me... is the plan of action? He couldn't help but let a bit of lust escaped.
He paused before stepping out into open, as he watched alluka or was it something? healed the older women, Tsubone was it? Hand from the ripped-out fingernails.
Ooh, Interesting... he listened to Killua explained the healing process. Well, that changes things.
"Hisoka" Illumi voiced echoed thought-out the clearing. Killua head snapped toward the direction of the unpredictable magician, a true joker in the deck, as the red head stepped out into the open. His grip tightening around the sleeping from of alluka.
"Dear me~ must have let more of my lust out that I thought~" the magician grinned twisting the cards in his hands.
"What are you doing here?" the dark-haired male watched him curiously.
"I thought I would watch the show~" Hisoka smiled, his golden eyes seemed to glow in the dark.
"Lair" the Ravenett commented with his head cocked slightly - his wild void like eyes flickered in-between Hisoka and his younger brother. "No matter. I did prepare something for you, though I don't think it will be needed now"
The smile on Hisoka face drifted downwards as the frown grew as someone stepped into view on wobbly legs. Someone very familiar. "Quite surprising really, you would have thought they would be more guards considering her past and the state she was in previously." Illumi stated as killua gapped in shock. "and don't worry it's not a damaging compared to corpse control, it's like she's under a hypnotic spell. I still have use for her as a family painter Afterall"
Sinea took another step forward, Illumi needle controlling her actions as she looked ahead blankly not taking anything in. Her blue hair, messy hanging limpy around her shoulders. Her eyes completely unfocused and grazed over though there was noticeable tint of red in the grey hue for those that looked close enough.
-#-
Sinea felt like she was floating on soft cotton clouds, just drifting on a summer breeze. It felt like a high on a drug though she wasn't fully focused, she couldn't fully remember what had occur before this euphoric ride, but she was completely enraptured in the feeling that she didn't want it to end.
But like they say, all highs have a low, slowly eating away at the clouds she floated on – the darkness slowly growing across her mindscape - don't that she noticed in her dreamlike state.
-#-
"Illumi" Hisoka started, the frown disappeared completely a blank mask replacing it. "How long has she been like this?"
"A few hours, I think." the assassin stared innocently at them while killua shook off his shock.
"Have you ordered her to draw anything?" Hisoka asked, unsure whether her mindset would be affected by the needle or not.
"Why would I do that? It would be pointless"
"Aniki, you need to order her to draw something!" killua exclaimed noticing the growing red tint in her hues, "or she may lose control"
-#-
She blinked hazy, the fog on her mind changing – she could feel the darkness corrupting the edges of her form. It griped her ankles and wrist with an iron like hold before dragging her off the cloud - outs of the euphoric high and into wigging mass of madness below. She couldn't fight it, not that her body would respond to any commands as it slowly seeped into her body and mind.
Gone was the high, the feelings of floating on clouds – she was submerged in her own ocean of subconscious and dragged along the current of twisted deranged thoughts. She didn't fight, no, she let it consume her.
Why should she fight something that was part of her?
-#-
"Currently I am the one in control, so unless she overpowers my nen..." Illumi stated a matter-of-factly before pausing he glanced towards the artist with narrowed eyes suddenly on guard. Internally cursing his own choice of words.
"Wha-" the question was cut short as the artist shifted on her feet. Her head dropping to the ground as an arm moved in a jerky motioned towards her own head. To where Illumi needle had been placed. Blood dipped down her face as the women violently ripped out the piece of metal.
Those around instinctively took a step backwards at the sight.
The artist absentmindedly dropped the needle to the floor as she stared at the blood dripping down her arm. She looked towards the blood with childlike wounder, seeing patterns in the dripping from that no one else to see or even comprehend the art within it. The liquid a dull red compared to the bright red hues that shone in the darkness.
The madness having taken over.
No one moved in the clearing all unsure what to do – Killua wanted to help his friend but Alluka would be put in harm's way. Illumi was still in a state of surprise of the artist having broken though his nen. The Zoldyck butlers were unsure on the situation as a whole and Hisoka. Hisoka was grinning – he would be able to see this stunning art of murder once more.
Sinea was the first to move – an arm swiping towards the closest being. A surprised Illumi who managed to dodge the arm but not the sharped nen that covered it. Landing a few feet away he pressed a hand to his bloodied chest. Though his face shows no sign of pain or discomfort.
"I'm surprised," he stated, sending two of his mindless puppets towards the female, "if she hadn't taken a fancy to you, I would have seen whether she was Zoldyck material"
The artist made quick work of the zombies, ripping limb from limb before turning towards the next victim. Killua.
"Not a chance she mine" Hisoka growled possessively, using his bungee gum to fling another puppet into her path before turning to killua, "you may want to leave or Gon would have a friend to return to"
Killua glanced between the Hisoka and Illumi before flickering towards Sinea, her arm elbow deep into the figure chest cavity slowly pulling its entrails out, discarding them on the grassy floor. With a small sigh he disappeared with a buzz of electricity. The threat being crystal clear.
Sinea dropped the body to the floor, glancing toward were the slivernet had been, a frown donning her face brows furrowed, while a child-like whine escaped her lips. Red hues flickered about the clearing before landing on a pair of golden ones.
She staggered forward on her feet, blood dripping down her bare arms. On her face was a mask of wonder, "Illumi~" Hisoka purred, watching the approaching figure apprehension, "Seeing how you don't need those puppets anymore – mind using them as a sacrifice?"
Illumi hummed for a moment, "For a price"
"Of Course,~"
The long dark-haired male nodded, before sending his puppets forwards before he himself disappeared into the shadows of the trees – the butlers having already followed the younger Zoldyck's.
Hisoka grinned as the puppets where slowly ripped apart by the blue haired artist, but it didn't stop her from making her way towards him. He knew he should disappear into the trees – but something stopped him. He was curious, a curious burn in his brain that should surely kill him if he didn't play his cards right.
Curiosity may definitely kill the cat in this case.
Four puppets left as she was right before him, wild eyes staring intently at his golden hues – her face childlike in wondered. Though he could like the darkness in her Nen, in the way it curled and flickered like flame he couldn't- shouldn't touch, "His-ooka" he blinked refocusing on the female before her and not on her invigorating nen, "His-ooka" the artist voice slurred before a strong, uncomfortable tight grip wrapped around his wrist.
The action was perplexing for sure – completely out of character for the madness (but what did he know). He let the women drag him across the clearing towards the remining puppets – making surprising quick work (and less bloody) with only one hand and began the task of rearranging the bodies.
"to F-fini-ish" Sinea voiced slurred, like she was drunk as she staggered across the bodies the grip not loosening at all from his wrist.
"his-okka to finish" the artist muttered again, before pulling the magic up the strange shaped piled of bodies. In a quick motion the red head found himself sat on a beheaded corpse like chair, bloodied finger tips drawing on his cheeks as Sinea settled herself down. Curled up like a cat into his lap.
Slowly drifting to sleep.
Hisoka blinked before a smirk donned his face, the pile of corpses making a towering throne of cooling bodies, the red blood and spare limbs making a swirl away from the centre, a swirl that was also grown up his face with drying blood. He glanced down at the artist settle on his lap before wrapping toned arms around her sleeping form.
Even though the jester left first for the princess.
It's the princess that builds a bloodied throne for her king.
THE END
OR IS IT?
hi all!
yes, this may be an offical ending of this story! i thank all of thoses that have followed this story from the very begining and thank those that have joined us along the journey to the very end!
sorry it took soo long, i dislike ending my stories as i felt like a part of me is being left behind as i continued forward! i would like to know your guys comments about the story and whether you would like to see more like some extra one shots after this!
please comment or vote on what you would like!
some oneshots
smut, of our cute couple!
happy were it ended!
if you really liked this story and havent already, feel free to check out my other HxH stories if you like!
once again!
thank you all for reading this story! i'm glab you've all enjoy it to the very end! all the comments have been lovely and encourageng thought the out years! i couldnt have done it wihout you!
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