colours of the world

Families are like branches on a tree, we grow in different directions yet are roots remain as one...

chapter 32

This was not a good week for the artist, second time fainting due to blood lost. She blinked wearily, her consciousness finally returning. Her fingers twitched, as she focused on the stone ground before her.

Crumbling stonework of the spider hideout – but she wasn't alone. She could sense the troupe, all but kuroro and paku surround herself and the two boys. She yawned sleepily before pulling herself begrudgingly into a sitting position.

"Sinea! You're okay?" gon cried in happiness.

Her focus zoomed in on the chains wrapped around his and killua's bodies holding them in place. "I'm fine" she stated glancing at her attire, before letting out a sign of relief. Her shirt wasn't ruined, nor was it covered in blood – she would hate for the present from the magician to be ruined by that mishap. Speaking of which, her glaze moved towards her arm. New bandages covered the new stiches having been fixed.

"What happened?" she directed her questioned to machi who stood close by.

"You popped your stitches, i won't be fixing them again next time" the pinkette warned which a hard glare that did little to the sitting artist.

Her glaze shifting around the room before stopping at her favourite red head. She paused studying the male, he looked the same – but there was something different in his golden eyes. Something making them a darker shade of the colour.

Then, came the feeling – she wasn't as draw to him as she usually was. She didn't want to make creation after creation of his poised form. A frowned donned her lips as the Hisoka before her locked eyes.

There wasn't his usually spark of mischievous, his craving and bloodlust for the strong nor the loneliness that stayed hidden in his corrupted deadly heart, instead the golden hues were dulled, out of place foreign.

Almost like… almost like he wasn't even there.

She opened her month to speak, to question the strange Hisoka before her, when he began to move. His movements almost robot like, as he lifted a finger to his painted lips in a hushing motion. Snapping her lips shut her eyes narrowed further.

This wasn't over, she would ask – to find out why the Hisoka before her, was not the man she knew.

Tearing her glaze away, she shifted in her sit. Legs cross, pencil and stretch book in her lap out and ready to sketch. Pencil to paper, doodling the first thing that came to mind, those around her ignoring the artist's movements.

"Who does he think he is with those condition!" a voice yelled dragging her out of her drawing.

She blinked, head cocked at the sight before her, it seems that paku had returned without her realising. Sinea could feel the tension rising as the troupe began to argue over the next course of action. Her brother, kuroro was still nowhere in sight.

"pakunoda, tell us where he is" states an annoyed phinks. His glaze pinning down the blonde women. "We'll get rid of the kids, and go take care of the chain guy"

She froze, body tensing at the declaration. The pencil hoovering over the paper, as the troupe began to take sides, one for let them go, one for killing the boys before going after the kurapika… "What are you thinking?" growled phinks his nen increases.

"I think they were tricked by that chain bastard before we arrived! They've been manipulated," feitan suggested, "We're wasting our time I'll make them talk" his tone turning dark at the end.

She knew what they meant, what the resident torturer was suggesting. That was something she wouldn't let happen, not to her friends not to the ones she held dear. The pages in the book stirred pages turning before settling on the one she wanted. In a flash she was up standing in-between the sides and in the middle on the troupe from all to see. A blade in either hand, one covered in flame the other ice. "Don't think for even a moment," her hues hardened as she stared down the troupe. An involuntarily shiver racking up their spines at the deadly look. "I would let you harm my friends. I will," her nen darkened and increase as adrenaline race though her veins. "Happily rip you apart, limb from limb" she hissed, her grey eye flittering slightly.

Machi stepped forward slowly, arms apart and open. Teaching the artist like a dangerous animal. "No one going to harm them" she spoke calmly. "Can you lower your weapons…"

Sinea frowned, lowering the daggers slightly but keeping the grip firm. "Sinea, you are in no fit state to fight" machi frowned, looking at the bandages on her arms. "I am not re-stitching your arms up if you pop them again"

Sinea glance down her mix match eyes examining her bandages, with annoyance. "How did you bring those things in without us even knowing?" shal asked, "Why didn't you use those last time you were here?"

She frowned, "I didn't have them with me last time…"

That's when it clicked, the troupe attention went from her to the little sketch book peacefully lying on the floor. A picture of a warrior stalking towards his prey, arms out as if he was holding something, but whatever it was, was missing having been brought into reality.

Franklin sighed, "put them away sinea, kuroro would be displease to hear that we have to knock you out" she hesitated for a moment.

"Sinea, put them away" gon stated with a smile, killua nodding in agreement "we will be fine! Your already injured don't push yourself over the top"

"Listen to him sinea, I not wont to be stitching you up again" machi commented indifferently but there was a hint of worry lining her voice.

Gon's happy smile faded as he turned to face phinks, "you really don't understand… why does paku want to leave without explaining? Why machi trying to top you? You think they're being manipulated? They wanna save your boss! It's pretty obvious! Wanting to save one of your companions is that so hard to understand?!" Gon yelled.

Sinea listened as gon spoke, letting the daggers drop to her sides as she moved towards her book on the floor. Franklin that spoke up talking to shalanart about the worst case scenario, the daggers disappeared into the pages. They were right in her current state fighting was a stupid idea, she would pass out due to blood lose… again.

And she knew in her heart she wouldn't be able to fight properly.

"Come on sinea!" killua called, breaking on of her trance, "were going with paku"

She stared blankly for a moment before nodded, she stood following the boys and paku on of the hideout – not before dropping a leaflet and tickets onto the floor on the ruined building that were later picked up by shal.

Rain petted down on their forms as the group made it the aircraft. She sniffed, feeling like a drowned rat in the rain. A drowned rat that was suddenly caught in highlights.

Hisoka stood into view in all his glory. Much to the surprised of those present, he sent them a smirk. Sinea watched as his golden eyes dancing with glee and lust, this was the Hisoka she knew – not the copy back at the hideout.

He was talking on the phone as sinea zoned out, drinking the sight of the male magician. Feeling her heart crush as she relished that the only reason she was seeing him was for his lust to fight the strong. Not for the fact he wanted to see her.

He was still avoiding the blue hair artist, and that fact along was ripping her heart to shreds.

She vaguely remember getting onto the ship, the red head magician sitting beside her as she absentmindedly draw in her book. Completely unaware at the subtle but worried glances said man was giving her, nor the boring eyes of the boys checking to make sure there friend was okay.

"Come on were here," paku spoke softly, gesturing for them to step out into the rocky plate.

Kurapika stood before them, alongside Leorio, melody and her brother, kuroro. She felt Gon tug on her hand pulling her along as the trade began. Mismatched eyes locked onto the black hues of her brother, her lips tugged upwards as she mouthed, 'visit me'. His mask of indifference drop as a smirk formed, only to be quickly hidden again by the mask.

She leaned her head against the cold glass of the window as she watched the scene below, a scene she was interested in. Hisoka vs kuroro. Hisoka would be very disappointed. Closing her eyes she imagined the scene, kuroro stood staring blankly while Hisoka grinned at the prospect of the upcoming fight. Only to be told that kuroro couldn't asses his nen and therefore couldn't fight.

The artist smiled slightly at imagining his dumbfounded expression.

Her smile faltered slightly at remembering that the male was in fact ignoring her. Letting out a sigh she relaxed into a window, putting the thoughts to the back of her mind – she had an exhibition to compete and run.

After. Afterwards she would deal with Hisoka.

to be continued...

hi all...

please dont shoot me!

i may or may not have forgotten that i had this chapter written... oops

so this new job is quiet demanding both physical and mentally but i do love working in the outdoors

you lot with just have to stick with these delayed about around updates until i balance it all better!

sorry!

its a short skippy chapter - the next being a filter :)

how will sinea react when she finally see hisoka again !? who knows

let us for how your finding the story soo far ! love you hear from you all!

happy hunting xx