colours of the world
When i first met you.. i didn't realise how important you were going to become...
chapter 26
Hisoka watched as kuroro gently placed the female down with narrowed eyes, machi was already by the girl's side; stitching and bandaging the girls cut arms. Kuroro had a thoughtful expression on his usually blank face, watching the girl closely before returning his attention to the blood soaked wall.
One of the figures was blatantly him. The figure painted in blood had a cross on his head, the only really noticed feature about it. It or him, was facing another figure that was completely blood soaked. Nothing about it had be made out other than the direction he/she was facing. The pair stood in what seemed like a rocky canon area. He could feel the tension and blood lust from the painting, the stokes bending in a mannerisms that screamed tension. Was he destined to fight this chain user? Or was it someone else, kuroro glanced towards Hisoka.
The male looked uninterested as he played with his cards. But there was a hint of worry and something else he couldn't put his figure on in the magician eyes. Confirming to kuroro that he definitely knew her, more than he let on.
"Shalnark, you have her current address?"
"Hai, dancho" the smiling blonde called looking up from his phone.
"You and nobu, mind taking her back after machi finished patching her up?" both men nodded as machi called out letting them know it would be five to ten minutes.
Soon enough the girl was patched up, machi was giving the boys instructions to leave on a note for the girl while nobu gentle picked her up her head limply leaning against his chested. Shalnark nodded taking in all the information, golden eyes narrowed as he watched the pair disappeared in the shadows the limp figure of sinea in the swordsman's arms. His heart twinge in pain like something was crushing it, he took out a card from his deck. The queen of hearts.
She was the queen of his heart. The princess capturing the attention of the jester, a player of interest, once she was a pawn easily disposable but now…
He wasn't sure he could kill her when their game was up anymore.
x- Time skip -x
Gon and killua knocked onto the door of sinea room above the gallery. Receiving no answer they exchanged worried glance before killua tried the handle. It creaked and sung easily open. The pair crept into the room, making sure to tread carefully in the room. The room was messy art equipment and painting upon paintings were litter on thought out the room.
Killua tapped on Gon shoulder, causing the spiky haired boy to pause. The soft breathing could be hear, Gon pointed towards the corner. Slowly they venture around the scatter tables towards the corner. It came into sight and though the darkness the pair could make out the silhouette of someone sleeping, creeping closer the moon light from an open window, lit up her face.
The pair signed out in relived, she was okay.
They studied her for a moment making sure that sinea was alright. Killua stared directly at her bandaged arms that were on show before nudging Gon. The spiky haired boy nodded placing the book and pencil on the bed besides her before turning to leave.
As soon as the door clicked behind them. A phone was out and dialling. "Hey kurapika?" Gon started.
"You find her?"
"Yes, she's passed out on the bed" the young boy stated before killua took the phone from him. "Her arms are bandaged, she's never bandaged her arms before and there's a strong stench of blood. A lot of it"
"You think she killed someone of the troupe?" kurapika questioned down the line.
"No" it was Gon who spoke this time, "I think it was her blood. It smelt familiar"
The blond signed, "Right, stick your head back in tomorrow with Leorio. She back and safe that all that matters at the moment. There wasn't anything that could cause her to be at risk?"
"No, other than her nen being low"
"Right, I got to go. Speak you to two sound" kurapika stated before hanging up.
The boys took one glance towards the door before sighing. Heading back to their own hotel rooms for some well-deserved rest.
x- Time skip -x
Time clicked away slowly as the clouds drifted across the sky, the moonlight illuminating the sleeping city below. Sinea lay still her body unmoving in deep sleep, breathed deeply. Her body not acting as the moonlight lit up her face. It looked drained, sickly as if all her blood had been taken away. Which was close to the truth.
The room was still and domain, in its chaotic nature. Scrap paper lay about with doodles for new ideas for projects and individuals pieces. Canvases lay stacked up, leaning against each other, the ones that will never go up due to their personal nature. You could see the colours lighting up the white frames as the moonlight drifted across the room.
Hidden in the corner, hidden away for prying up was a mass of madness the pages ripped and blackened telling a viewer of the chaotic brush strokes of the murder.
Any surface in the room was covered, be it by paints – oil, acrylic, watercolours – pencils of every colour. Pens half empty of ink just waiting to be used. Of multiple books, sketch books and other art books alike. Their spines and cover unreadable due to age and use.
A cloud drifted across the moon high in the sky. Sending the room into darkness. Nothing could be seen, only the fluttering of the open curtains as a small breeze make its way into the room and the slow sounds of the sleeping figure.
The cloud moved, lighting up the room was more. Only this time the sleeping figure wasn't alone.
Stood by the bed, was a darken figure. He crouched, a slender hand stoking the figures in a tender manner. They stayed like that for a moment, neither moving as the figure watched the sleeping figure intently. "Look what you're doing to me..." the figure muttered to himself. His eyed focusing on the girls face as he continued to softly stoke her hair.
He spotted the note on the girl's pillow, knowing full well she wouldn't notice it when she awoke. He picked it up, looking for the best place to put it. His eyes flickered down towards the small sketch book. It seems the missing book had been returned, it made the perfect place to put the note. Slowly he moved putting the note in place before standing. Unable to stay much longer or his missing presences would be noticed.
He looked at the figure one last time before kneeling down, giving the figure a quick kiss to the forehead.
A cloud drifted across the moon once more, and by the time to moonlight illuminated the room. The figure had gone leaving the sleeping sinea alone once more.
to be continued...
oooh filter chapter here! i wounder who the mysterious figure was ;)
could be anyone!
ahh why is it i write more stories than i do assignment work? i am so behind but i cant help myself telling tales XD
anyhow, uni holis finsihed now gonna have to knuckle down and do work D'X dont wanna
hope you enjoyed this random chapter will update soon
happy hunting xx