colours of the world
The past is behind, learn from it... The future is ahead, prepare for it... The present is here, live it...
chapter 29
Heat, she could feel another presence. Its heat radiating thought her tired form. At took her a moment to realised her head was laid on someone's lap, the individual's hand softly stoking her haired as she slept by. Slowly she drifted to fully conscious, stirring on the lap she shifted slightly.
"Brother" she spoke softly.
"Sister" his sooth voice spoke out, echoing off the walls.
"I'm still upset at you..." she mumbled, her eyes still closed.
The man chuckled deeply, "I'm sorry, I wanted to see how much you grown. It's been too long"
"It has... But there are better ways to go about it"
"I would have stopped you from killing them, I have done it before. I can stop the madness again" he stated, her hair curling round his fingers as he moved.
"I know kuroro..." she opened her eyes looking up towards the dark haired male. A small smile bear his features as she said his name. "I just hate it, one mistake and it all over for you…"
The man chuckled, "it's one of the reasons I adopted you as my sister, sinea, always keeping on my toes"
"Still putting up a font I see" she frowned, letting her eyes lid drop close, body relaxing into his hold.
"As always..." he was quite a moment, "I was getting back at you by the way..." She was quite letting him continued with what he was saying, "…For disappearing all those years ago. It's good to see how much you grown. Why don't you tell me what you been up to?"
Sinea gave give a short nod, before going over her story since there were separated. She was brief, no much happened in her life that was really mentionable, but kuroro was interested nevertheless. The heartless man with the cross tattoo, head of the phantom troupe. S-rank criminals, a group of thieves. Was her adopted brother.
-Flashback-
A young sinea sat in the dirt, a stick in hand drawing swirls into the mud. The brown mush mixed with red paint. Paint she made from the fresh bodies around her.
She hadn't killed them, no, someone else had. Their throats neatly cut, left to rot in the trash heap known as metero city. The bodies slowly starting to smell in the heat of the sun, not that she minded nor cared about it. You soon got used to the smell of decaying bodies in a place like this.
She ignored the steps of someone walking towards her, instead her wide innocent like eyes concentrated on the patterns before her. A repeated pattern in the mud, the lines not making any sense to anyone else only madness. But for her it was a means to an end.
The steps light grew closer, before circling her like you would a wild animal. She could feel eyes on her before a rustling of fabric. The person, whoever it was, was searching the bodies for anything of value. She glanced up catching the person's face.
A young boy, her age if not a year or two older. Black raven hair, pale skin and black void like eyes. On his skin hung baggy ripped clothes, but it was his void like eyes that drew her attention. She realised she was staring when the boy looked directly back into her mismatched eyes.
His own widen a moment, before narrowing. "What are you looking at?" he asked defensively.
The child did respond only stepping away from her pattern and quickly sketched the boys features into the dirty ground. There were rough, and badly draw like a child, but you could still tell who she had drawn, a natural gift is seems. After finishing she returned to her pattern, ignoring the confused look of the boy before her.
The boy's eyes narrowed before ducking down behind a dead body, spotting a figure lumbering towards them. "Oi!" he whispered yelled, trying to get the girls attention.
"Hey brat," a hoarse voice yelled, the figure. Male. Towered behind the crunching girl who continued to draw into the dirt. The male growled, grabbing the girl by the scruff of the neck before lifting her up.
The boy watched, as she hung limping, like a doll before turning her head staring blankly at the man holding her, the stick still clutched in her small hands.
"You'll sell at a fine price girly" the man growled.
"Let go mister" she commented with indifference, "I don't wanna kill you"
The man laughed, with holding her up in the air, "you! Kill me! HAHA, what a joke"
The small child frowned a childish pout of her face, "don't say I didn't warn you, I need new paints"
The man took a moment to register her words before the laugher died, giving her a questioning looks, "paints?" he questioned right as the girls thrusted the stick into the man's throat.
He screamed, as she pulled the stick dislodging it from the man's neck, widening the nasty gash. He dropped the child, grabbing his neck to steam the bleeding. It didn't work. Sinea watched him blankly as he swung, the child easily moving out of way of the clumsily man flying fist.
The stick still in the child's hand as she stabbed it into the man stomach, causing him to falters more blood poured of the male. He fell to his knees before falling forwards, life leaving his already dead eyes as the pool of red liquid grew beneath him.
The boy watched as the girl moved forward using the stick to draw in the dirt, red strays in ground from her newly acquired 'paint'. He moved towards the body, the girl no minding his movement. He search the pockets looking for anything of value. He sat on the ground watching the girl's movements eyes narrowed in calculated thought. "What's your name?" he asked.
The girl paused, head turning towards him while a finger pointed to herself. "Yes you"
She was silence before a small voice spoke, "sinea"
"Hi Sinea, I'm kuroro and I am going to be your brother"
-End of flashback-
He had took her under his wing while in metero city, gave her the very first sketch book. He was her very first friend. Frist family. He introduced her to the rest of the gang, she became close to them but her bonds with kuroro was far stronger. There were, he was someone who taught her how to fight. Someone who watched her back as she did the same to him. One of the very few people who she held in her closest circle. Someone she knew she could trust with her life.
Even with their time apart she knew he wouldn't kill her. She would put her life on the line to prove it.
"Sounds like you have fun" kuroro nodded, a small smile on his face. "Before you left I was going to ask you to join me, the others agreed that you should join the troupe"
"The troupe? You know I not have the heart for it" he nodded at her responds, as if knowing she would say that.
"The offer still stands by the way, it's why I wanted to see you. There's a place now open."
She scrunched her brows together, as something clicked in her brain, "you wouldn't have had anything to do with me being here would you? You requested me to come here no matter what?"
He chuckled, a smirked lined his voice even though she couldn't see it – she could hear it. "Yes, I pulled some strings. Needed to speak with you, sister, without anyone interfering and I didn't want to draw attention to the chain user before our job here was complete"
Sinea signed, "I phone call could have worked you know." She stated sourly, "Enough about my story, I want to hear yours brother"
He told her, his voice melon as he told her about the troupe, of the stories of theist. Of his favourite hunts. "Scarlet eyes…" she mumbled, after hearing a particular story. Why did is sound so familiar.
"…their eyes are beautiful, a scarlet red that glimmer with something magically. You would have love it, I could see you staring at them for hours tiring to get every detail out of them" She nodded, before speaking.
"I remember seeing something like that, in a prediction, eye reds of blood I called it"
Kuroro chuckled, "still spying on me I see..." before continuing his tale. A soft silence fell between them, she started to drift into sleep as kuroro continued to stoke her head as he used to so long along.
"There's something I have been meaning to ask you" kuroro spoke up, breaking the silence.
She hummed, telling him to ask away as she blinked herself awake, it sounded serious. "What is Hisoka to you? He seemed abnormally worried about you when you collapsed. And how you speak of him is tenderer compared to how you speak about your friends"
She shifted, struggling to sit up to face her brother. She leant against the wall and pondered upon the question. "He is something. At first he had an aura about him that I like, I could create piece after piece yet it still wouldn't relive all. His character is like the joker. A game changer. But something changed." She paused, thinking about the right way to word her feelings. "He moved from a subject of interest which was what he was during the exam to something more. I wanted to draw everything about him. I was becoming more and more obsessed with him. I'm attracted by him, I want to be besides him but it's different to how I feel about my friends and you, I can be obsessed but I don't need to be near you all the time. It's like I'm addicted to something I have no control over…"
Kuroro stayed silent, letting her words sink in. His dark eyes looked down towards the bandages in thought before a chuckled escaped his lips. "It looks like you're not the only one interested"
She tilted her head, "what do you mean?"
"He gave you that shirt correct?" she nodded, "and how did you feel when around him? Does your heart speed up?"
"I was grateful, it always speed up when he's really close and I become flushed"
Kuroro stared at the female blankly, does she really not realise? She was obviously in love him the male and from what she described … the magician seemed to like her as well, if not love. He had marked her with his own signature mark. The playing cards symbols claiming her as his. Internally he frowned, he didn't approve. What so ever. The older brother instinct kicking in, unless Hisoka proved to him he wouldn't allow it.
There was a sudden increase in nen, spreading out along this floor. It seems his time was up. "You should sleep, thought it may get a bit loud, we will speak later. No need to infer"
She yawned nodding, as kuroro stood up letting her lay down against the pillows. "Sleep well sinea," he muttered, moving towards the stage. The pieces already set in place. After this; a word with Hisoka was needed.
to be continued...
ooh kuroro going to have a word with hisoka about sinea! :O ooooh
sooo what do people think?!
like the twist in events! XD bet you didn't see that coming! :)
now the question is should i put more flashbacks of sinea in metero city into the story or not? is more needed to fill in the gaps about sinea's past?
enjoy!
happy hunting xx