colour of the world
art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time...
chapter 15
Killua stepped back into Gon's room, he hadn't taken a step before Gon bombarded him with questions.
"Shut up baka!" yelled the sliver haired boy playfully hitting the spiky haired boy.
"Did she get back okay?" asked wing-san
"She didn't get far before she fainted but Hisoka was there..."
"Eh? Hisoka he didn't do anything did he?!" Gon jumped up the best he could, worry written across his face.
"He carried her back" killua said before adding, "It seems he knew what had happen by just guessing..."
"Care to explain?" wing-san asked he was pretty intrigue by the female.
"Hisoka asked whether she had predicted something, and he seemed to know about the ability. Which makes sense as when I looked at the drawing it was about a match and remember her question? Does Hisoka have a match any time soon? It links up" killua explained before taking a ripped page form his pocket.
Unfolding it his passed the drawing to wing-san who passed it to Gon. "Hisoka was being creepy and seeing as he was obviously interested in the drawing I took it without him knowing" killua gave them a cheeky smile, you could just imagine cat ears and a tail on the boy.
"I see" wing-san commented hand to chin deep in thought. "It seems we have a fortune teller in our midst"
It was nearing midnight when the doors to the artist room opened with a click, sinea didn't stir as a figure walked into the room, door shutting softly behind him.
The red haired man, quickly glance towards the sleeping before moving towards the large sketchbook. Quickly he scanned thought it, it didn't take him long to discover the missing page. "Interesting, interesting~" he purred looking about the room. "It seems my little fruits don't want me finding out the futures secrets"
He chuckled noticing the clear page behind it, "though it seems there is a way" picking up one of the many pencils in the room, he lightly shaded it across the page, seeing if he could get anything off the page behind it. His smirk widened as he spotted lines beginning to appear.
When he had finished he brought it up to the windows in an attempt to get the natural light to help. "Hmm" he frowned, making out an unrecognisable figure and the words 'death in magic tricks'
It wasn't much really he didn't the original piece to make more sense of the death in magic tricks… he looked back towards the female. Before taking the page and replacing the book on the table. Moving slowly towards the bed, golden eyes watching the figure sleeping.
"little princess~ not a prince I see to rescue you from a magician who wants to see you fall" he murmured, a pale hand brush blue hair out of the sleeping artists face, "the magician wants to see all the tricks the princess has to offer, but only time can tell which one of us falls first~"
He moved his hand away, before leaving the artists room.
Time Skippy ~~
Sinea awoke again, finding herself in a different location. Really need to stop fainting and sleeping in weird places… she thought sarcastically.
Looking about she realized that she was back in her home and lay out under the covers, someone must have brought her back here, but who? Well she was with Gon and killua most likely them.
Signed she slipped out of the bed, and headed out of the room. She returned after signing for a match in a weeks' time. Giving her plenty of time to make some art. But first, she stripped quickly showering before replacing her jumper with a baggy paint splattered short sleeved top. Quickly she put her dripping hair into a messy bun, moving it out of the way. Why giving the world a view of both her eyes for once. Picking up and opening her main sketch book she flipped to the front taking out of equipment.
No need to hide her Nen anymore the boys are bound to put two and two together.
Ignoring the world around her she drove into her work.
An uncalculated time later, there was a knock at her door. Not that she noticed – to engross in her work.
Gon and killua popped their head in to the room. Looking around in surprised. The last time the pair had entered the room, there was only a small pipe of artwork, now however it was like an explosion occurred, paper and books were scattered across the room, while several canvases both new and used laid on stands. They could see all forms of media, pencils and pen to paints and oils.
Their eyes darted about, spotting the blue haired girl by the balcony window. She was currently adding the finishing touches to a painting of chairman Netero stepping out of a cloud of dust. "Sugio~" muttered Gon as himself and killua stepped further into the room. "She didn't have all this last time did she?"
"Gon, Its probably nen right?" killua pointed out, "should we ask her now or later?"
"Hmm later, she still hasn't noticed us yet"
"Gon, what about the message from wing-san?"
"Oh yeah, Erm shall we wait till she finishes that painting then?!"
Killua nodded, jumping onto the bed which seemed to be one of the only places in the room which didn't have any art supplies on. Gon joining him with a grin on his face, "ne~ ne~ killua look at that?! Remember it from the exam!" he pointed to a painting drying in a corner.
It was of himself and killua, jumping over the threshold into the light. Killua instantly recognised it from her sketchbook during the first phase, it seemed that she went with a faded palette, focusing mainly on the dark contrasting with the light.
It was similar to his relationship with Gon, the spiky haired boy dragging him out of the darkness into the light, his first friend. A small smile pulled at his lips while they waited of the girl to finish.
After a while sinea put the brush down before turning around. Her eyes widening her as spotted the boy say on the bed a cheeky smile on their faces. "Sinea!" Gon smiled, "you changed your hairstyle in looks good."
"Thank you Gon, though I am at a lost to why you're here? And why you didn't make your presence known I feel a tad rude now" she stated dipping her head slightly.
"It's okay, we came unannounced." Killua commented.
She hummed to herself while stepping forwards, taking a sit beside the boys. "How can I help you boys?" she asked tilting her head slightly.
Gon smile sheepishly, she did look a lot different with all her hair out of the way and tided back. It made her red eye more prominent. "We wanted to ask about you nen!"
"And what happened two days ago" killua added.
"I was asleep for two days? It most of been a while off then" she muttered to herself before turning to the boys, "since you know and are starting to learn about nen I will tell you, what happened two days ago was an abilities of mine, artist prediction, basically I prediction the future in forms of artwork – sometimes being drain can be a aftereffect of the abilities. My eyes go grey during this" she commented with a small smile.
"Does that mean that artist madness thing, when your eyes go completely red is a nen ability as well?" killua asked, putting the dots together of his knowledge on nen and the artist next to him.
Sinea blinked in surprise, "correct killua it is, I am surprised most nen users never add the dots together with my madness and Nen. You're very clever you know" she gave him a close eye smile while ruffling his white hair.
The sliver hair boy pouted, but was internally pleased with himself at her compliment.
"Ah~ before I forget!" Gon exclaimed drawing the attention of the pair, "wing-san wanted to meet you probably!"
"Wing-san? Why?" she asked confused.
"Dunno, but he asked us to tell you that he wants to speak to you and when was start training in about two months to join us if you want!"
"I see," she muttered, pondering as to why the boy's teacher wanted to speak with her, "do you have an address? I make sure to visit him at some point"
The boys nodded, writing an address of a scrap of paper before standing and heading to the down, "see ya sinea! We visit soon"
"Okay, get well soon Gon! Bye killua" she smiled at the door shut before turning back towards her art. She moved the chairman painting to one side, before picking up another one placing it on the stand.
It was one she had thought about during the time on the island in the exam, the one she was going to call- dance of the red death. She made the outline of Hisoka, with the butterflies dancing around him. Unbeknown to her the real thing stood behind her a creepy smile plastered across his face.
to be continued...
deary me, that took longer that i wanted to write and update~
sorry it took soo long, been busy with work and stuff.
ahh i wounder what gonna happened next - to be honest i have an idea from the next arch but not this one.
oh dear XD
love you all thanks for reading hopefully i update soon
happy hunting xx