This chapter does contain mentions/references of smut and explict content
Don't forget - no one elses sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stroeis that you have to tell...
The city bustled with evening life - of those wanting to head home to others heading out to one of the many parties or clubs in the popular city. One particular, party was celebrating the works of a famous artist.
It was start in a gallery near the centre of the city, only one floor but it was quite large with several rooms containing different art works. Originals and prints all being sold at the party while also showing off new works. The artworks where one of a kind in the world of art – nothing could add up to the painting of the artist. It was as if something was missing a spark of something that made her works special.
It was just that paintings and drawings that were special at that night's party – it was also the people. The audience and those invited to the party that main it one of the kinds. Most, if not all of those invited were hunters. Powerful and deadly hunters, from both side of the coin chatting amongst themselves while studying the artwork.
Two of these hunters were looking at one particular work with slight confusion. They were young about 12 in age yet more experienced, than most of the old hunter in the room. "I don't get it" the dark spiky haired child muttered looking at the colourful absence piece with innocence eyes.
The other child, a slivernette of fluffy hair sighed taking a quick glance at some of the other painting hanging on the walls around them, "I think you have to be a little bit older to understand this one"
The two children were standing in the new exhibition staring at the explosion of colours on the canvas. Pinks and reds dancing about the canvas - with seemingly random streaks of yellow and green and a signal curved line of white in the middle.
"I believe you are too young perhaps I should have placed an age limit on some of the works in this room" a soft voiced echoed behind the pair.
The boys grinned, turning to face the artist – the host of the party. "Sinea! I'm glad to see you okay" Gon exclaimed wrapping his arms around her small form.
"I'm happy that you're up and running Gon. Killua, glad you see you too, though I don't remember our last encounter" Sinea smiled at the pair.
Killua nodded, "glad you're better now, and that you survived the family portrait sorry I wasn't there"
She gave the younger boy a soft smile before returning her attention to the painting on the wall, an abstract piece full of colour of how she felt.
"Can you explain the piece?" Gon asked turning back towards the drawing.
Sinea narrowed her heterochromia eyes in thought, "colours have meaning, so what do you think this piece tells you?"
Gon narrowed his eyes staring intently for a moment before nodding, "I feel love?"
"Asking or telling?"
"telling I feel love from the painting," Gon stated thoughtful before asking innocently, "did something good happen with Hisoka?"
Sinea froze at the seemingly innocent question from the younger boy. Her checks darkening with a red flush as memorises started to merge from the depths of her mind. The feather light touches softly caressing her skin, two body's intertwined in lustful union.
"Sinea?"
Gon poked the blushing female while killua wore a knowing smirk. "sorry," she muttered sheepishly, "and yes something may have happened – but why don't we continued to look about the rest of the works" she walked off, mentally noted not to take the pair towards more of the explicit erotic paintings.
Though Gon and Killua Weren't having that, the pair dragged her to each of the painting. To naked bodies twisted by sheet of fabrics – dipping with 'water'. Both herself and killua covering Gons eyes while hurrying pass one of the more explicit pieces, killua giving the women a look of disbelief he wasn't expecting the piece before them to actually come from her hand.
She stares at her own piece. Locking onto the eye of the male in the painting. The painting itself was painting in shades of red and pink, it was of two lovers facing the viewers female in front of the male, her face though featureless seem to be an image of pleasure staring into nothingness. As the male stared directly at the on looker – as he plays with one of her nipples, his other hands dipping to play with her folds with were completely on show for the viewer.
Golden eyes flashed in her mind, staring intently at her though the mirror. His lustful gaze watching her watch him play with her vagina, eyes never leaving her face as fingers were inserted and heat intensified.
"Sinea?" killua called. Snapping her attention away from the painting and the growing heat in her belly.
"I think it's safer to leave this room behind..."
Killua nodded in agreement before dragging a confused and protesting Gon behind him (for he while had his eyes covered). Taking one last glance at the painting she followed the pair. She hopefully would be seeing her lovely lover later tonight, maybe the next art piece would be made with their bodies instead of her mind.
"Who are they? I don't recognise them?" killua said gesturing to the lifelike painting after she joined them. The wall was littered with different painting of people – some surrounded by crowd's others scenery. Yet each painting drew you to only one of its occupants.
"Oh, she looks cool! Like an adventure! Is she a hunter too?" Gon exclaimed pointing towards an elven warrior with a missing eye, her painting was sectioned into different blocks, the centre block had her portrait. The elven or fae giving the onlooker a happy carefree smile despite the nasty painful looking scar that appeared to have ripped out part of her eye. The blocks around her held different scenes, images of her with a bandana covering her ears in pubs, singing dancing. Another of her sailing on the wild seas. the smile never leaving her face. Other blocks, were of her, on her own traveling through various landscapes via various means, on foot, climbing, canoeing. In forests, dessert, deathly winter landscapes.
"I wonder what happened to her eye?" killua commented before his attention was taken by another painting. The painting itself was flacked by two other each holding powerful females – the painting radiated power and death. One was a woman dressed in black, raven coloured hair with black wings appeared behind her, feathers falling. The other women were giving the on lookers a Cheshire like grin - her eyes glowing electric blue not seeming to care about the weapons and men surrounding her.
Killua didn't seem to noticed that, his attention was drawn to the painting in the middle. Of a girl, the same age as them. "she cutes" killua muttered out loud, staring intently at the female – he felt like he'd seen her before - taking in the messily cut fringe of vermillion coloured hair, to the molten sliver eyes. she was wielding a Warhammer twice the size of her and an adorable smile.
"wait, she a hunter?" Killua muttered spotting the hunter licence.
"no completely Killua" Sinea muttered, looking at the pieces before her.
"What do you mean?"
"I paint the world which I view, yet I cannot view anything the worlds – realms have too often. Some of stories have come to a close." she pointing to the paintings before her.
"Others are just beginning and waiting to be told."
THE END...
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hi all!
so i decided to give you guys an extra bonus chapter to close things off a little more. there may in the futher be another bonus chapter of sinea x hisoka but thats only if folks any want the sexy time!
any how! i glad you lot have stuck though this until the very end! it makes me super happy! that people actully enjoy with writing! XD
i shall knuckled down and try and work though all my other stories to complete them! i have lots of time as we are STILL in bloody lockdown which means no fun stuff doing dangerous stuff... ahh i miss the outdoors.
please leave a comment to let me know what you think!
lov ya all!
happy hunting xxx
