colour of the world
we don't see things the way there are. we see them the way as we are...
chapter 16
A week past, not that sinea noticed much of it.
Every day she had a visitor, not that sinea noticed his presence at all.
Hisoka wouldn't admit it, but he enjoyed watching the artist work, it was the look of concentration on her face when she was working on the smallest of details. He watched as she work on any projects of different medias. He watched, how she moved the paint across the canvas, how is listened to her. How the most obscureness of structures– when the paint splattered randomly on the page could be turned into a breath-taking image.
He looked at the clock, 10 minutes till her match began and the girl didn't look like she would be going anytime soon. He shook his head slightly, a smile across his face, as he moved off the bed and stood behind her.
"You're going to be late princess~" the magician purred making the blue haired girl jump.
"Oh you're here again?" she turned, eyes narrowing on the red head male, "you should really make your presence known"
"Well I enjoy working you, princess" Hisoka commented shuffling the cards in his hands, "and it seems you knew I was here away and didn't not anything" a smirk on his face.
"Actually" sinea started a matter-a-factly, "I guessed that you were invading my room without telling me after this"
She pulled out her sketchbook from her hip flicking to a page before showing in to the red haired male. It was the back of him, laying out on the bed with a card pyramid half built in front of him, further out In front of the male was the back of sinea who was hunched over a drawing.
"Ah I see~ still you better hurry your match starts in... oh, five minutes" Hisoka motion her to the doorway.
"Right, we can use weapons on this floor correct?" she asked, Hisoka nodding a frown on his face, what was she planning? "I see please chose one then"
The blue haired women stated passing him several drawing while she got ready, changing back into her jumper and rearranged her hair to cover her red eye again. Hisoka raised an eyebrow looking at the drawing in front of him, each had an individual with a different weapon, Nodachi, daggers, and death scythes, extra...
"Hmm, this one, why"?
"You see" she commented.
"First match of this floor, sinea! The insane artist as you folks like to call her. Seeing as this is her first match on this floor, she currently has no wins, will that change today however?" the commentator called, to the roar of the crows.
Sinea stepped into the area, a long nodachi sword in her arms, "what's this? Is same the artist has changed fighting style having shown no indication of swordplay?" the presenter yelled.
The nodachi was longer than she was tall, the sheath was black with sakura pattern engaged into it. The same pattern was etched into the handle, whereas the guard looked like branches of a tree, she looked about waiting for her opponent to step out into the ring, both Hisoka an killua were present in the audience, though she didn't sense Gon maybe it was part of his punishment?
"And here he is! Currently with 3 wins and no loses, yono Hughes!"
A male stepped onto the stage, he was slightly taller then she and had dark hair that had been shaved to almost no existed. Honestly the man was plain looking, his nen not very interested and didn't draw her in. The man wore a long cloak that hid everything about his body and was most likely concealing a weapon in its folds.
The pair didn't say anything as the referee spoke, the match started though sinea didn't move instead she waited, waited for the man In front of her to make the first move. Which he did.
Mental clashed against mental. Though either of the pair had move from their position. Sinea stood sword in front of her face, slight uncovered by its scabbard. The man stood in the position of throwing something. Her eyes narrowed, glancing at the object which currently lay in two pieces behind her. It seems she had a dartmans as her opponent.
She stay emotionless, re-sheaths the long sword.
Yono smirked before dramatically flipping the cloak upwards grabbing several more darts in-between his fingers, "I worked you out, little artist"
"You have?" she cocked her head sideways, blocking several darts thrown at her with the sheathed sword.
"You hesitate to kill, no will to fight no blood lust and that will be your downfall!" the man yelled throwing a signal dart into the air before her before shouting, "darts shower!"
Suddenly the signal dart multiplied, joined by many others.
Sinea breathed out slowly, going into en while sinking a little in her causally stance before the shower of darts begin.
Killua watched from the side-lines as tons of darts dropped from the ceiling, he held his breath as the mental descended on the girl, though it didn't look like she was moving anytime soon. Her nen increased around her as mental crashed against mental.
Darts flow in every direction, logged themselves into the stonework's leaving cracks in the floor. Slowly the darts subsided, "are you finished?" the blue haired female asked.
Yono blinked, before glaring at the female as she continued, "you do realised that I haven't moved from my position yet? But of course you know your aim would be to keep your distance seeing as how you are a long ranged attacker. Now for your previous statement. I do not have to kill if I wish not you, when my bloodlust comes to light my kills become more torturous and inhumane haste why I have to avoid using my lust, I do not wish to scare my friends."
"So you're saying you're holding back on me, girl? Do not look down on me and fight properly"
"You wish to die?" she asked holding the nodachi in one hand the other stoking the sheath lovingly.
"This is a battle, no one wishing to die. But only one will be victorious, come at me insane artist" the man growled darts out, himself in a defence stances.
"As you wish" she spoke softly, disappearing from her positon in a fluffy of sakura petals. Only to appear in front of the male, who had a surprised look on his face as he blocked the sheathed sword.
"you look confuse, shall I explain?" asked sinea, docking under two darts that came her way as the male tried to regain distance, "this blade is called 'Hanafubki' meaning flower snow storm like the sakura blossoms falling in a blizzard, it's a beautiful view" she attacked again this time taking the blade fully out of is sheaths.
He jumped back just in time, earning just a shallow cut by neck. She just tried to behead me…
She moved a hand over the blade more sakura flower petals purred out obscured his view, and the view of most of the audience, he active his en only to be getting by the face of sinea who was a few inches for his own. His eyes widens as he saw the blade drew near. This was the end is seemed, his life flashed before his eyes as the world went back.
Sinea stepped away from the slumping body, he wasn't dead just knocked out from her hilt hitting the male distinctly in-between his eyes. The flower storm still raged around her as she tried to get as many of the petals back into the blade. It was her nen, metamorphosis art, the ability to bring art to life. The black and sheath both had the cherry blossom engraved into in, and as the thing was already made out of her nen it was little to no effect to bring the blossom into reality.
She sheathed the nodachi and the remaining petals dropped to the ground, scattering across the room like a snow storm. She smiled slightly, it gave her an idea of a new piece of artwork, petals and darts.
The crowd roared not that the female paid much attention to it, "sinea, out insane artists wins with a KO, I wonder how this little artist with impress us in the future!" the commentator screamed as sinea walked off the stage, hugging the blade in her arms.
"Sinea!" a voice yelled from behind her.
She turned spotting the sliver haired boy, "nice to see you killua" she nodded, letting the boy walk in time to her.
"I never knew you use a sword! I never see it with you before" the boy questioned pointing towards the blade.
"I don't really, I sometimes do though I would class myself as a swordsman, here" she passed the sword to the boy, it was almost twice as tall as him. He took it with a smirk examining the sheath and blade, while sinea took out her sketch book, making little drawing of the match and a few ideas for the piece petals and darts.
After a few minutes of walking killua spoke up, "oh have you been to see wing-san yet?"
She stopped pausing in though, "oh dear its seems that I forget to go see him…"
"Sinea..." sweat dropped the sliver haired boy, "we will put this sword back and go see him so you don't forget"
"Hmm let me," sinea took the blade from the boy before placing it in a page of her book. The blade appearing on the page as a drawing, sakura petals seems to dancing around it in the non-existed wind.
Killua gapped at her in astonishment, "what? How? No way" the mutter trying to understand what he had just saw.
Sinea cocked her head at the male shocked male, "what?"
"Nothing" snapped killua his face returning to normal, "Let's go"
-Time skip-
"Hey wing-san!" called killua stepping into the teachers apartment.
"Hello, killua and ah- sinea! How nice of you to join us" the male spoke, sinea noted that the male had half of his t-shirt untucked.
"Your shirt wing-san" she pointed out, earning a small chuckled from killua and a flushed face of wing.
"I leave you too it sinea! Gonna head to Gon's see ya!" killua waved good bye, before leaving wanting to tell his newest discoveries to his best friend. Sinea smiled slightly before turning to the teacher.
"So why did you wish to see me?" she asked giving the male a closed eye smile.
to be continued...
another update another cliffhanger!
dont worry it wont be long now XD soon we will be heading back to the gallery in newyork city
ahh i wounder how hisoka and sinea relationship is going to progess
XD
happy hunting