colours of the world
The eyes are the gateway to the soul, they show the true character. if your able to read them...
chapter 17
"So why did you wish to see me?" she asked giving the male a closed eye smile.
"As part of the hunter associate there's a secret exam about learning Nen. However you already know and can use Nen up to a master standard. So the chairman had another plan in mind for you, something that could help with your little problem."
"I see" commented sinea. Moving towards the sofa she sat curling up face turned towards the male while she absentmindedly drew in her little book.
"If you don't mind could you explain, your abilities to me and specifically the one linked to your problem," wing-san asked taking the sit beside her.
Sinea nodded, turning full to the man pencil no longer moving as she moved her hair out of the way, so he could see the mismatching colours.
"I have three abilities, first is metaphoric art, the ability to bring my artwork to life so to speech and vice versa. My second ability is artist prediction, which you have witness. The ability to predict the future in forms of artwork." The man nodded, as she pointed to her grey eye. "During this my eyes go grey. Lastly, when my eyes go red" she pointed to the other eye, "the ability artist madness occurs. Which is the cause of the problems you see.
If my self is in life threatening danger or if I see those close to me in danger, the insanity takes over. Another way in which this ability actives is when I have stopped drawing over a period of time par during sleep. So far I think the longest I have gone without it occurring was less than an hour which was during the hunter exam."
"I see, what more can you tell me about the artist madness?" Questioned the male, intrigue by such an ability, it was uncommon. But so was the whole situation with the blue haired women.
She tilted her head in thought, eyes drifting to the ceiling as she spoke softly. "It's like my body goes on autopilot, all the bad and dangerous thoughts which I kept inside, are let loose on the world. As with a lot of artist with mental issues, it's normal. The madness that lets you produce the work that drawn and captives the on lookers. Though it can easily backfire, such as in my case. When it consumes I will attack and kill anyone, friend and foe, elderly or young I don't see who they are or what I see their colours, aura and see what patterns I can make with their dead bodies. It's not the easiest explain to the sane"
"I understand, I will try and help as much as possible if you would like? I have an idea" wing-san nodded not at all taken aback by what she had just told him, they was a lot of Nen users in the world lacking in insanity and had not worser things. "We will work on increasing the time, you can spend without drawing. So what I want you to do is place you book and pencil on the table and stand in font. Then maintain ren for as long as possible, first we will aim for an hour continuous, then we will slowly increase it. Your abilities are linked your person and mental capacity, therefore hopefully by increasing this we should be able to increase the time period of that ability occurring. Hopefully anyhow, I have not come across this situation before so it's just a theory"
Sinea thought nodding as the man spoke, it was an interesting proposal and there was no harm in trying now was there?
"I think I will take you up on that offer then wing-san, it could help with the offset of the madness, if not I will still help me becoming stronger, I have a feeling I will need to be stronger in the future, Gon and killua seem to have tendencies to attract trouble don't you think?" she stated with a closed eye smile.
Wing-san chuckled.
"Shall we start?"
The pair started, wing-san sat on a chair, book and stopwatch in hand. Sinea stood, breathing steady as she activated Ren. In front of her on the floor was her sketch book and pencil, waiting and ready her to use.
Time passed, she wasn't sure how long but one thing was for certain the madness was rising.
Her breathing became unsteady and shallow as she tried to control it, she clutch as her other wrist nails digging in as her neck twitched, she could still hold it in. still hold the dark desire of her madness in.
Wing-san looked up from his book, eyes widening slightly, even with the madness taking over her form, her ren was still activated and it wasn't flittering in the slightest. "Sinea…" he started noticing the blood droplets dripping down to the floor. He was going to stop her but the words died his throat.
Her nen that was once a pale grey was now turning to a deep blood red, he watched as the egdes of her grey eye turned to red.
Sinea let out a shuddering breath, before collapsing to her knees, ren gone reaching for her sketch book.
No words was said, as she opened it to the front, taking out a large sketch book and charcoal. Bring up her knees to her chest she leant against the sofa while drawing her demons.
Wing-san let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding as her nen and eyes returned to normal. He checked the stopwatch, an hour and fifth-teen minutes. A good start point. He watched as the blue haired female aggressively drew in the large book, black charcoal covering her hands. He was curious as to what she was drawing but something told him he was better off not knowing.
Half an hour later her drawing had calmed down slightly, taking a deep breath sinea looked up towards the other male, "well that wasn't too bad" she spoke softly.
"No it wasn't, an hour and fifth-teen not bad at all. I want you to practice that every day and shall we say 2 months' time, we will see how far you have progress"
"Of course, see you in 2 months" she nodded, reattaching the smaller book to her thigh while picking up the bigger one, placing it under her arm.
Walking through the city her stomach tumbled, when was the last time she ate properly? Actually she couldn't remember. when WAS the last time she ate….. She took a detour through a market skilfully taking an apple without the stall owner realising.
She took a bite before heading to the tower.
The trip back was uneventful, she opened to the door to her room, only to freeze as it shut behind her. "Been up to much?" Hisoka purred from her bed, a tower of cards in front of him.
"I wasn't expecting visitors" she stated walking over to the bed, taking a seat next to the frowning male.
"I came to congratulate you on your victory" his frown vanished turning into smirk. "It seems that the princess has fangs"
Sinea cocked her head, watching the male while looking though the large sketchbook. "I never stated otherwise, if you didn't you wouldn't survive"
"Ah yes, growing up in metro city pleasant place. Was someone from that place the one who took you the art of the sword?"
Sinea nodded, looking over her work, Hisoka watched over her shoulder at the dark images, he put at a guess that those were her demons so to speak. If he were anyone else he would be scared shitless, "an old friend, taught me how to use swords. Another knifes. Another guns. Another hand to hand combat. The list goes on. There was a group of us, working together for food and such. I stayed with them till I was taken to the asylum. one of them, he always got his hands on sketch books for me, no matter what he would somehow get me art supplies in that trash heap"
"I see," Hisoka commented intrigued, by the revelations, "so why little princess were you soo late? Grabbing food?"
"No, only an apple as too why I was late, wing-san the man teaching Gon and killua nen is helping me with the madness, as a form of secondary hunter exam"
Hisoka nodded, the words sinking in. so the little princess is training to stop the madness now. He blinked only an apple? "You have only had an apple?" he asked.
"Yes" sinea commented taking out the charcoal again making some more demonic drawing.
"Have you have anything else? When was the last night you eat?" he asked, his voice lining with concern.
Sinea paused head down towards the drawing, "a very good question actually, I think it was before I slept last…."
"And when did you sleep last?"
Sinea stood up, leaving the book on the bed while walking to the window. Towards the canvas leant up against the wall. "I think before I started this one" she pulled out a piece.
"Let me see~" purred Hisoka.
Sinea blinked looking at the painting, her cheeks going slightly red in realisation as to what the painting was, it was of Hisoka. A lustful expression on his face as he licked the blood of a card. Then it occurred to her she did have a lot of painting and drawing of Hisoka, and it was always the same part of the painting that she could never get right.
She turned the picture around, showing it to the male. Who smirked widely as the sight of the painting, he really did have a fan~ but if he remembered correctly that canvas was from three days ago. His eyes narrowed at the girl, she was studying the painting so she didn't noticed the expression on the red head.
It seems that she was more likely to destroy herself, before he made for fall if she continued like this…
"You need to sleep, sinea" he stated, "I can't have my toys weakened"
"Hmm?" she turned towards the male, "I sleep after I finished this one," pointing to an almost empty canvas, he could just see the line work of the city skyline from the window.
He didn't commented and left her to her work, he had a plan though.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, which Hisoka got and took the steamy plates of food. Placing them on the bed, he moved her book and the tower of cards before walking over to the blue haired female. He waited till pencil was off the canvas before picking her up placing her on the bed. "Hisoka, what are you doing?"
"Eat" he stated shoving the plate in her face.
The girl frowned before doing so, soon enough too empty plates were left on the side.
She yawned, suddenly really tried with the full stomach. "You know Hisoka" she started, the red head glancing towards the female from his cards, "I fine you're painting the hardest to do"
"You do?" he questioned.
"Yeah, it is. All because of your eyes" she moved forward placing a hand on the red heads shoulder so that she was eye level with the male, inches away from his face, "their beautiful and they hold so much in them and I can't get every detail out on the page. Hisoka why are you here?"
The red head frowned slightly at the question, it took him off guard slight, he staring directly into her sleepy eyes, "to congratulate you of course"
"Hmm, you see Hisoka. Your eyes are the gateway to the soul, do you know what your eyes tell me? They show your darkness, your lust, need for murder. They show me your loneliness and sparkle with mischief and trickery. They show the vase network of spider webs which lie your lies and misdeeds. So I will ask you again Hisoka why are you really here?"
Why was he here? To keep an eye on his toys? To watch them strong and develop into ripeful fruits ready for picking, but that didn't explain why he was here in her room? He couldn't be falling first could he? No he couldn't have that, he needn't her to fall first. And loneliness? In his eyes… he didn't feel lonely in the slightness but the comment was coming come her….
He blinked looking down at the girl, it seems while he was wrapped up in his thoughts she had fall asleep, curled up around his sitting figure. He tucked a stand of hair behind her ear. Watching her peaceful figure for a few moments as the world around them descended into darkness.
"It's seems the jester is falling for the princess…whatever shall I do"
to be continued...
its been soo long XD
sorry if hisoka seems abit out of character!
but there relationship seems to be progessing nicely if i do say soo!
glad your enjoying it!
happy hunting xx