colour of the world

The more you try to control something, the more it control you...

chapter 25

Sinea soon found herself in the spider lair. Quite literally. Feitan had place her down on a bolder by the only solid wall and told her not to move. She felt bare, with no sketchbook on her thigh, no pencil in her hair. She hoped the boys were alright, hopefully she could get herself out of this situation without it leading to bloodshed. She still had her paintbrush maybe she could use that instead? Feitan sat a few rocks over glaring at her slightly, the others looked at her curiously, all but Hisoka.

The red head control his expression behind his cards. Inside he was fuming, why was she here? Out of all the dangerous places she could turn up in it was here? He knew if her life was in danger he might try and protect it. But he also knew if her life was in danger he may just sit back and watch as her eyes goes red.

Options so many options. The jester must tread carefully around the princess, or he will lose his way and fall, he can't have all his plans falling apart.

"Why is she here?" questioned shalnark.

Her signal visible eye snapped towards the smiling blonde, before her eyes flickered towards machi as she spoke coldly. "After nobu let those kids escape we followed but lost their trail. It ended cold in their place was her. Something was off so we got paku to mind read her but..." her voice trailed off.

"My mind couldn't comprehend her." paku finished. "I couldn't read it, there was too much information compared to only. It was-"

"Madness" sinea spoke softly earning the troupes attention.

"Yes madness…" paku finished.

"So you brought her here why?" franklin asked.

"Something doesn't feel right with her…" phinks joined in, the troupe looked at her. Some had the feeling in their stomach while others didn't.

"I see what you mean, there's something just not right. Like I'm forgetting something" mumbled shalnark. "We will wait and see what dachno says"

The troupe nodded, going back to their positions while sinea looked around, putting names to faces. She could see Hisoka. He was still avoiding her, making sure not to look in for direction but she could see the slight frown behind his cards.

Then for the others, paku, machi, feitan and phinks she knew from metero city. Then nobu, who taught her how to use swords. But she couldn't spot uvogin anywhere, she always enjoyed his company. He and the swordsman never seem to leave each other's side. Other than that, she recognise franklin. He along with paku taught her how to shoot a gun at one point. The only other person she knew was shalnark, not that she could never forget that smile.

These were her old comrades from metero city, before she was whisked off to the alyssum.

She was slightly dishearten that no one actually recognised her. Granted it had been around ten years – she still knew their aura… she let lose a small sigh before she started to meditate. Trying to keep the chaos in her mind at bay.

Time slowly ticked by, the artist, frozen on the spot trying not to go mad while the troupe stood around. After this, she would send wing-san a message thanking him for the training he put her though, to delay the offset of madness.

She twitched slightly, her brush was still her hair was it not? Maybe they would allow her to doodle with it. She twitched again, unable to resist the temptation she slowly raised her hand but stopped as cold mental pressed against her throat. "I said don't move" a voice hissed.

She glanced blankly towards feitan before dropping her hand. "Suit yourself" she stated calmly before returning to her original position. Doubting that they would believe what she was trying to do.

Safe their lives if worse comes to worse.

She sighed. And waited. Waiting for their 'dancho' to come back and hopefully release her. Three hour and a half passed from her initial capture and this dancho figure entered the building. Her eyes widen slightly, this presence…

Eyes flickered to the doorway as the man entered. Slick back black hair, open fur coat reliving a toned chest. Cold coal eyes looking directly at her and a tattoo of St. Peter cross on his head. Kuroro, kuroro Lucifer another comrade she once knew.

And the closet thing she had to a family.

Kuroro stepped into the room eyes never leaving the blue haired figure. The corner of his lips upturned slightly. "It's been a while"

"That it has, kuroro" sinea stated giving the man a polite nod, while troupe members around them looked shocked.

"You now her dancho!?" questioned phinks.

Kuroro looked towards the troupe with a slightly puzzled expression, "you didn't tell them?"

"I was going to wait to see if anyone recognise me after all this time. Plus they didn't ask for my name" she stated simply, kuroro chuckled slightly, before turning to his spider.

"I'm surprise none of you recognised her, she's hardly changed."

The troupe was silent, Hisoka obviously keeping the fact he knew her quiet. Suddenly it clicked, "sinea!" nobu yelled appeared in front of the girl, "I knew I recognise you when we bumped into each other in town! I thought you died..." his drifted off.

She cocked her head slightly, "why would I have been dead? Did you personally see me die?"

"No but… you just vanished"

She gave him a small smile, "I was put in an alyssum"

Due to the mass of information, shalnark typed away on his phones finding out more information than she provided. "Sinea, place in an alyssum for the slaughter of 36 people. What actually happen is unknown according to the police report. But the child was deemed unsafe to be left in the public but was too young to be put in prison. This than she has move to several different alyssums, until she was deemed safe to the public and set up a gallery in the city." He whistled, "Feitan you would like these photos"

"Correct, I see your obsession with technology hasn't decrease of time" sinea stated, as feitan walked over to the smiling blonde, an eyebrow raised at the pictures of bodies ripped to pieces. "though I believe I did tell the police why I killed those men"

"And why was that? ~" Hisoka purred from his seat, a smirk danced across his face.

"They wouldn't return my sketchbook"

Hisoka chuckled slightly at her blunt retort, as a child she had little control over the madness. Meaning she needed her book with her at all times or she would start to lose control. Speaking of which, she was about to ask about getting her book back but she was interrupted.

"You mind explaining why you are here?" kuroro asked, she glanced towards paku who spoke up informing kuroro of the situation.

"..Though know I discovered who she is, I understand why I was unable to read though her memories."

The tattooed male nodded. Before turning toward the blue haired women a calculated look on his face, nobu stepped into her line of sight. Breaking her eye contact with the boss of the spider – the though just occurring to her. "I know why I didn't realise it was you! You're haired covering your other eye!" he exclaimed before he started messing with her hair.

Hisoka chuckled slightly, she looked like a child before a parent as nobu undid her hair quickly putting it all up into a mess bun. Reliving both her grey eye and red eye for the world, he finish placing the paint brush back into the bun.

"Ah, I missed you sin!" phinks called slapping her playfully on her back. Shalnark joined them

The three males stood before her big grins on their facing. Machi had a small smile gracing her features, something which paku caught both had missed the strange girls company after she vanished.

Franklin, was filling in bonolenov and shizuku on who she was, Hisoka sat seeming to not pay attention. While feitan sat on the side-lines but still close by listening intently as the three males told her stuff for their time separated. "Then me and uvogin where back to back enemies surrounding us"

Sinea glanced about, looking for the usually loud male, she couldn't see him nor could she sense him nearby. Feitan sighed noticing her expression "uvogin said he wasn't coming back till he defeated the chain user, but he hasn't returned…" He informed her softly.

Her expression fell, as the madness rose. She like him, the caveman always knew how to cheer her up in the trash hemp. He would allow her to sit on his shoulders while she sketched away – always a happy grin on his face no matter what. He was strong, never backed down from a fight.

She felt her neck tense up, twitching slightly. The three before watched her carefully, seeing the red wanting to dripping into her grey eye. She needed to calm down. They just said he hadn't return, he's still alive perhaps just taking his time; she tried to tell herself.

"Hey sinea!" her eyes snapped towards nobu who showed her his sword. "It's been ages we should spar!" her eyes return to normal.

"I currently do not have my blades on me, so I'm afraid we will have to postpone that spar" nobu pouted slightly but nodded nevertheless.

"Sinea, I have been meaning to ask" kuroro voice cut though any conversation. She poked her head around the male blocking her view. "Something didn't seem right and it's just clicked," the tattooed male continued, "where's your sketchbook?"

The troupe around her went silent, know who knew her paled slightly, "I dropped it when you brought me here"

"Fetain"

"On it boss" the cloaked male stated before vanishing into thin air.

Less than a minute later he returned empty handed, "it wasn't there"

She cocked her head in confusion, why wasn't it still there... Unless. Gon and killua took it with them…

"Oh dear" she muttered, "Would I be able to leave before something happens?"

"Actually I am going to have you stay here a bit longer, if you don't mind" kuroro said a book appearing in his hand. She eyed the book closely before sighing, with a shake of her head she stayed silent.

Why? He's seen the aftermath of the madness, seen the shredded bodies, seen the blood and the gore. It was one of the reason HE gave her the very first sketch book and pencil. The sketch book that forever stayed at her side, due to the book being caked in nen continuously it lasted so long.

He knew it wouldn't be safe without the book in her hands, without drawing – sketches to stop the madness from completely overtaking her mind. To push the images into the page before the thoughts completely consume her.

He knew it all, and yet he still puts his spider in danger.

There were similar thoughts of the troupe members who knew her the best. Hisoka's golden eyes watched with interest, what was dancho planning? Of course he was interested in what would happen, but he didn't want the princess to kill his precious toys nor did he want the princess to break before the time was right…

"Four hours" she stated earning everyone's attentions, "four hours is my time limit. You have been warned"

The troupe gulped, while kuroro and Hisoka smirked internally, though theirs thoughts were on different trails.

The room was silent, everyone keeping an eye on the blue haired women. Four hours, the four hour mark had passed and now there was the battle of control within the artist.

Her neck twitched as the dark thoughts started to rise, her nen increase putting the troupe on guard. She started to scratch her wrist trying to distract her from the murderous thought. She couldn't let the madness take over, she couldn't. She couldn't lose those she had meet after such a long time. She couldn't lose it and rise hunting the obsession that was currently avoiding her.

Did he know that he was currently ripping her heart?

She didn't understand it, he was so close yet he felt so far away. Her thoughts were confused by him. She wanted to draw everything that was hidden inside his eyes that held so much but shown so little. She wanted everything about him. Her head twitched violently, blood dripped to the floor. Her nails ripping though her skin, but the pain didn't arrive she couldn't feel it. The feeling of disconnection grew, but she wished it wouldn't be the madness that took over.

Hisoka and the troupe watched as droplet of blood dripped to the floor, they watched as the internal battle grew. Her nen grew turning to a dark red, as her grey eye started to be consumed by the red.

He held his breath, as the red started to take over. "Artist..." the girl spoke softly.

Abruptly it changed, her nen rapidly turning grey as the last of the grey patches in her eye grew. Pushing the blood red back. Back until it was nowhere in sight giving her the blind look. "….prediction" she breathed out before standing.

Hisoka breathe out, releasing the air he was holding as she moved towards the wall behind her. The troupe watched curious at her reaction, most relaxing as they realised she was no longer a threat. The red head moved closer, watching as the artist dipped the brush into the blood dripping down her flesh.

Though she artist seem dissatisfied when the blood. He watched with horror that didn't shown on his face as the artist use the knife in the brush to slit down her arm. A large gash appearing causing blood to pour down, dying her arm blood. She moved again this time opening a gash on the opposite arm. Allowing more blood to use as paint. A gasp escaped nobu as he moved forward going to stop the artist. Hisoka moved, "I wouldn't advise that~" he purred, "or it will be your blood painted on the walls"

"How would you known that?" questioned paku glaring at the magician.

He internally frowned realising his mistaken. Externally he smirked, responding cryptically "met on the hunter exam, and then again at heaven area. You could say I known her~"

Paku rolled her eyes before her attention returned to the female.

Blood dripped down sinea's arms, the pool growing steadily by her feet, but the female didn't show any signs of blood lost.

Finally, she stopped her brush clattering to the floor. As she stumbled to keep standing, as her sight blurred, she blinked swaying dangerously looking at the blood soaked wall. Her legs gave way, gravity pulling her downwards before an arm wrapped itself around her waist holding her up. Her head dropped unable to hold itself up energy completely drained thought she tried to keep herself awake. How? How was it possible for her to do two predictions in one day? Granted she wasn't complaining but now she was drained, confused and so very very tried. "Machi" she faintly heard from next to her.

"What does this mean?" the same voice rumbled.

"c-cant y-ou feel it?" she spoke softly, her voice slurring as she moved a heavy tongue. She didn't want to respond but she told her she should. "He wants it, want it badly"

The voice spoke again but her hearing stopped. She wanted to sleep but she knew she may never wake again. She had to fight it but her body slumped giving out completely as blackness consumed her.

to be continued...

oooooh! looks whats happened?! after a happy meeting madness almost takes overs?

and two predictions in one day?! wounder whats going to happen? and kuroro?!

how will hisoka react to this twist in events XD

hoped to liked the twist in event cant have your going mad just yet :P

happy hunt xx