colours of the world
you began to feel the pleasure of the weightless state between here and there...
chapter 31
After some more sleep, and food in her system the blue haired artist felt alive. Still she wasn't hundred percentage with an unsettle feeling in her stomach, and the cuts were still threatening to reopen, but she no longer felt like a living corpse.
Still somehow in her busy timetable of recovery and creating her art pieces for her newest exhibit. She found herself listening to kurapika talk about the ryodan, she looked down a frown gracing her features as she realising her predicament.
Kurapika wanted revenge on those who killed his family for their scarlet eyes. He wanted to kill the Ryodan.
She knew the Ryodan before they become feared criminals, before they killed kurapika family.
They some were her friends and kuroro her family.
She couldn't stand kurapika getting hurt nor could she stand the troupe, specifically kuroro getting hurt in the crossfire. She knew there were strong but she just couldn't help but worry, the feeling sat in her stomach like a deadweight. Growing heavier by the minute. She bit her lip as pencil dug harder into the page as her mind raced. Dark thoughts whirling as she tried to think of the best cause of action.
"Sinea" someone called.
She didn't responded as her thoughts became more erratic, it felt like something was scratching at her mind whispering those dark thoughts in her ear.
"Sinea" the voice called again.
The page became a dark shadow, the lead covering the page head to toe. On lookers could see the sharp pointy teeth and creepy eyes though the dark shadows. A hand landed on her shoulder, making her look up from the madness of black mass of shadowy monsters.
The boys were looking at her with concern, but she could see something else in kurapika cat-like eyes, something like distrust. "Sinea?" questioned Leorio, he was the one placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Hm?" she responded, the pencil shaking slightly in her hand.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned lacing his voice. She nodded numbly, Leorio and kurapika exchanged glances neither convinced.
"Sinea? Can I ask a question?" kurapika started carefully, like he was trending on ice. She nodded again, not trusting her voice to speak. "You knew that the bodies were fake, who told you?" he questioned having just receiving the messaged from Hisoka.
When the artist heard this, Sinea head snapped towards the blonde while thoughts whirled. Hisoka was in connected kurapika? Something had twisted in the pit of her stomach, she hadn't seen him since the time she was picked up by the troupe, yet he was in contact with kurapika and the red head hadn't even dropped by to say hello? She frowned slightly, not liking the strange feeling in her stomach. She knew she was obsessed with the magicians but this feeling was unfamiliar to her.
"At the auction, kuroro told me" she responded quietly and truly.
"Kuroro told you?" breath kurapika, she could feel his aura spike. Her head snapped toward the blonde male to see brilliant red eyes.
"so pretty…" she was mesmerised, leaning closer to get a better look at the hues as her hands moved. A new page and pencil already out and sketching those beautiful angered eyes. Would she be able to capture the beautiful colours? Would her art give the scarlet eyes justice?
Kurapika blinked regaining control of his anger, he breathed out and sat down, rigid and tense, his eyes returning to normal much to her disappointment. The brilliant red only seconded to a pair of golden ones she knew and missed.
"Sinea, I need you to explain your relationship with that man?" the blonde spoke, she could hear desperation lining his voice.
She paused of a moment, kuroro would dislike others knowing about their relationship… "Kuroro is sort of my brother" she spoke softly.
"What!" three voiced chorus in shock, while kurapika stared at her wide eyed.
"Were not blood related, it's just were we come from… its kill or be killed, he adopted me one day. This was before he formed the troupe" she added with a small sad smile as kurapika looked down towards the ground.
"I see" the male spoke, "where you…"
He didn't finished asking the question at the tip of his tongue but she knew were his was going, "no I wasn't, I was never part of it nor the troupe. I was in the asylum before it was even created" she fiddled with the pencil in her hand as she looked towards the blonde.
"I wan-" she voice cracked, she took a deep breath, "I want to help for you are my friend… but I can't harm them. Nor can I see you lot get hurt"
Kurapika was silent, looking at the blue haired artist with a frown. His phone rang, asking it he heard melody voice at the other end. He frowned upon hearing the news. "The community has stopped the pursuit. They're also cancelled the rewards from them"
The blonde explained why and Gon cocked his head in confusion, "the city of the shooting star? It that were your form sinea?"
She nodded, "though we locals call it meteor city" she said with a smile, before explaining about the city. "Your trash is another treasure" she concluded, before a thought hit her, "actually that would explain it. Why the bounty is no more… The mafia community has sometimes taken individuals from the city as recruits whether they wanted to go or not"
-Time skip-
A day later she was walking with Leorio after a check-up and a change of bandages, not before long kurapika join them and the pair started in silent conversation. Sinea zoned out, focusing on her sketch book even as killua and Gon joined them. "Let's finalize our strategy, sinea you coming?"
She blinked looking up with her head cocked, "hm?" she gave killua a quizzical expression who was shaking his head in aspiration.
She listened carefully as kurapika explained his plan, she nodded noting that the main target was paku and with the aim to prevent from using her nen, simple enough and no one would get hurt. Or so she hoped.
"I shall take the birds eye view and keep an eye on all of you" sinea stated after the blonde concluded and explained his nen to them all including the blades; having not given the artist a role in the mission.
The boys turned towards her, "what? No your injured and still haven't fully recovered I cannot have that" Leorio exclaimed pointing a fingers towards the wraps on her arms.
"That's way I will be pretty away from you all, viewing from the distance with the ability to support you if needed"
"But..." he started to protest
"Are you sure sinea? this could turn south quickly" kurapika cut across him.
She gave the blonde a small smile, "all the more reason too"
"How are you going to get a bird eye view?" questioned gon.
A small grin tugged at her lips, "that's the easy part"
Sinea looked up into the stormy sky with a slight frown, this was going to be harder that she would have liked…
Lighting flashed and thunder roared in the distanced as the rained petted down on her frowning form. She had thrown on a waterproof to keep off the rain and held a brolly, neither was helping much against the cold wind that chilled her to the bone.
She moved quickly opening her sketch book, turning to a page with a witch wearing a large hat that she held to her head to keep it from flying off. Her robes fluttering around her petite form at the witch rode the large broomstick.
She dipped her hand into the book taking the flying object.
The image shifted, changing from its 2D form into 3D. It felt heavy as she gripped it in her weaken form. This was how she originally was going to get down the trick tower in the hunter exam. By transferring her nen into the broom it hovered by her hip.
Sitting on the wooden handle in a side saddle position, she let the broom rise her booted feet no longer touching the floor. She frowned slightly at the noticeable drop in her nen as the broom continued to rise into the stormy skies.
She still hadn't fully recovered it seemed.
Blue hair whipped at her face as she steadied the broom, she couldn't go any further up though she would have liked the winds would most likely knock her off the flying object, if she were to go any higher into the dark clouds. Instead she stayed low, hiding her presence as best she could as she followed the boys bellow. More specifically the car Gon, kurapika and Leorio were stationed in.
A strong gust of wind ramed into her causing the bluette to lose the grip on her brolly, she watched as it twisted in the wind a frown tugging at her lips – maybe she should have stayed inside? She flew lower as the rain pelted at her, hair flew out of her face as miss match eyes narrowed as the shadowy form of kurapika rushed out of the car. That wasn't in the plan?
She followed, along with Gon who leaped out of the car. Something had changed that was for sure.
She scanned area, no sign of killua just yet. She stopped; eyes wide as she stared at the streets directly below her stood kuroro and machi as well as a girl she didn't know the name of. The group was staring towards were a gon and kurapika had once stood. Gon was now hiding behind a bin while kurapika hid in the alleyway.
This was definably not in the original plan.
The broomstick lowered, hovering just above the street lights as gon stepped into view. "Sorry! I promise I'll stop following you! I'm really sorry!" he put his hands up as the spiders walked closer towards him.
Kurapika hid deeper into the shadows as machi spoke, "you again?"
"This is him, the famous kid?" kuroro question, while sinea up above caught sight of something sliver.
"There two of them. Come one, show yourself"
The artist didn't move as killua stepped into view.
"What do you want? The mafia cancelled the reward on our heads" machi stated suspicious.
"What!" killua stated in surprised as he lied thought his teeth, "are you sure?! Why?"
Group descended on the unlikely group, she swayed in the wind, trying to keep the broom stationary as rain poured down on them as her body became numb with cold. Kurapika moved slightly, shifting his stance in the alleyway. The spider was just there, so close to complete his revenge... no he couldn't too much was at stake already and he wouldn't put gon and killua in harm's way.
Sinea above them locked eyes on kurapika form, his chains were ready to strike. She could make out his shaking figure unsure as what to do. Before relaxing at his retreating figure, disappearing into the shadows no doubt coming up with another plan.
For now she would stay with the boys and her brother to see the outcome.
The wind snatched the whispers of conversation away as the rain came down harder on her soaked form the waterproof not doing much in terms of keeping her dry. Shivers racked her body as Gon directed a question towards kuroro. But whatever it was seemed to put a thoughtful expression on the heads face. He looked up towards the sky, the artist just catching wisps of her brothers speech, "….maybe it's because we don't know them..."
Kuroro paused his head cocking slightly his eyes locking onto her soaked form high above them. "There's someone else"
Everyone tensed, Gon and killua fearing the worse while the other ryodan members increased their guard.
"Sinea?" kuroro called with a raised eyebrow, before glancing towards the boys before them, anything clicking into place.
"So you did help them escape last time..." muttered machi while the girl with glasses looked confused.
"You mind coming down?" questioned her brother.
"Only if you catch me, my legs have gone numb" she gave him a short smile as he stretched out his arms for her to drop into.
She placed the broomstick back into the small sketchbook as gravity dragged her cold wet form back towards the earth below. She felt weightless as she looked towards the dark stormy skies above, it had a majestic feel to it. She could picture it, the calmness in the storm. As the wind buffered – blacks whirling with lighter tones of grey, the lights from the soaked city below reflected into the skies. Thunder roared in the distance – like the gods were angry and wanting to swallow her whole. And then Strong arms wrapped themselves around her form pulling her into his warm chest stopping her descent.
"Your cold" the monotone voice of kuroro drifted into her ears, snapping her out of her trance of the skies above.
"Sinea! Are you okay?" Gon and killua rushed forward, the pairs hands tied behind their backs, machi standing close behind.
Sinea smiled slightly, still in the arms of kuroro who was holding her bridal style as she tried to get the feeling back in her legs.
"A tad cold, flying high in the storm will do that" she stated simply before turning to kuroro, "you can put me down you know"
"I think not" he stated before walking ahead of the group, sinea securely in his arms.
The usually group stepped into the hotel out of the harsh weather outside, "let's wait here." Standing by a pillar, kuroro finally placed the artist back onto her feet, but place a steady hand on her shoulder.
Glazed eyes glanced about before her sketchbook was out pencil in her hand, "don't do anything silly sinea..." muttered kuroro in a undertone just low enough for her to hear, knowing the full range of her abilities. Taking a quick glance to the male her graze dropped back to the clear page again.
She wasn't stupid, now wasn't the best time nor was she in the best shape to start a fight she wouldn't be able to finish. No. she would wait.
Unlike the other times she drew, sinea was fully aware of her surroundings. Well partly, but unlike her usual situations this was life threatening... if something were to go wrong...
She didn't want anything to go wrong.
The grey lead coming off it flowing patterns on the darkening skies above. She started on an out stretched hand reaching toward the stormy skies, when a familiar shouts interrupted her peaceful drawing.
"So?! Do you know what time it is?"
Leorio. She didn't look just drew in her book as she listened. "Idiot! Its Takuru beach hotel! Not bay rock! How could you have made that mistake, you idiot?"
The wannabe doctor continued to rant, before certain words reached her ears, "listen carefully!" That she was. "I want you here at 7 sharp"
So something was happening at 7 then…
"If you're one second late, you're fired!"
She paused for a millisecond before continuing to sketch, hoping that her pause when unnoticed by the man whose hand still rested on her shoulder. Lighting boomed outside as a cold shiver racked though her body, maybe next time she would avoid flying in storms that sounded like a good idea. The warm hand on her shoulder gave her a light squeeze.
She turned to look but the opening of doors gained her attention, Paku and Nobu entered. "You were caught again?!" he asked in excitement as he walked up, his eyes catching sight of the blue haired artist besides kuroro.
"Sinea?! You too?"
She gave him a small nod before turning to her drawing. Less than 2 minutes left.
The grip on her shoulder tighten as kuroro spoke in monotone, "I want to know what they hiding" she looked up, head cocking towards her brother. Mix match eyes locking onto his jet black ones. The artist felt like she was being sucked into the abyss of darkness known as her brother's souls. The eyes being the window to it, thoughts circled her heads as something crept up her spine. Maybe it was anticipation of what was to come – maybe it was her body and mind still recovering from the incident before. She didn't know, one thing was for sure – she didn't like it.
A frowned tugged at her lips, as a hand played with the hem of her bandaged arm, her sketchbook and pencil hanging loosely by her side. The nails dug into the sore tender skin to bring a sense of reality, letting the pain bring her back to earth.
Something wasn't right, she didn't feel right.
She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, only to open then to darkness
She moved on autopilot unable to see a thing in the darkness, as soon as kuroro grip disappeared from her shoulder. She used her hearing and sense of place to determine what was happening before taking a plan of action. Interfering with the glasses wearing ryodan member as she when help her comrades with the young boys.
She felt something tear and something warm dip to the floor as she swung her paint brush knife towards the shunned women.
Successfully, cutting the women's cheek she stepped back in hiding. Feeling the female freeze searching for her opponent, that wasn't coming for her anymore. Something wrapped above her neck pulling her backwards into a strong chest. The aura was familiar as was the signal arm that held her in place. Nobu.
He moved forward, taking her with her as he used his other hand to grab something from the air.
"Even if I can't see. I still know where everyone is..." the chest against her back rumbled at he spoke.
She'd rather it be Hisoka who was holding her against his tone chest. She blinked away the thoughts, checks turning red as the image flashed in her mind. Bad sinea... now wasn't the time nor would it happen… the jester isn't interested not like that.
She heart dropped like a stone into her stomach, as she realised that he hadn't come to see her since their near kiss... she wouldn't count there accidental meeting with the troupe. No he had ignored her.
And it had crushed her heart.
She blinked as bright lights lit up the room, allowing her to see the situation more clearly. Nobu had one arm wrapped around her holding the artist in place while the other hand gripped an upside down gon. Killua was being gripped tightly by an annoyed machi.
The women with glasses was looking around her cut check was bleeding heavily thought paku looked worser for wear, with a broken arm and busted chin. Leaving kopi intake.
Then it dawned on her, eyes widening as she realised who was missing from their group. Where was kuroro? Where was her brother?
Nobu behind her shifted, passing an upside down Gon to glasses. Before letting her go with a quick pat to the head, her visible grey eye following him towards the wall with a confused look on her face. Wasn't she an enemy? Not like she was going to try anything with Gon and killua trapped... but still?
"Pakunoda it's for you" the male swordsman said while passing the note to the blonde. The note in questioned had been tied onto knife imbedded in the wall. The artist grazed dropped downwards before zoning in on the little pool of blood by her feet. Eyes drifted upwards one of her arms, the bandaged were stoked in bright red blood.
Looks like during the kerfuffle, her stiches ripped.
"Sinea!" a cry sounded, there words just reaching her brain as she realised her predicament.
"Oh dear…" she muttered before her legs gave out from underneath her, darkness greeting her before she hit the deck.
to be continued...
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