Colours of the world

Chapter 6

Art is to console by those who are broken by life.... 

They all got off the airship. Sinea walked straight towards the strange crack, though the centre of the mountain. It was strange not something you see every day. Instantly as she stood on the edge, she took out for sketch book – this was defiantly something to paint, she was thinking acrylic's maybe even oils. She could see many images being made from this environment.

The chairman walked up beside her as Menchi readied herself, "your sinea correct?"

"That I am" she nodded not looking up for the drawing.

"Due to you passing the latest task, you don't have to take part in this challenged"

She glanced at the old man from the correct of her eye. He was giving her a curious look, he looked like a curious old man but she could tell that their where other things going on behind his mask. She could tell by his eyes, they spoke a tale or two.

"Sure..." she muttered, choosing to sit with her legs dangling off the edge of the cliff. The chairman went off to explain the task to everyone else, as the wind from the crack blew up at her hair.

After he felt, she turned the page making the chairman a little profile – she concentrated on his eyes, of all the things she saw in them.

Her head snapped up as Leorio, kurapika, gon and killua yelled jumping into the crack dropping into it depths. She froze, hand unmoving as she watched more and more people jump in; some missing the webs all together, some not waiting for the wind before letting go. All falling to their deaths. She held her breath, completely froze, not wanting to draw their deaths.

A sign of refile racked her frame, when the group flew up on the air current up. Her hand finally moving freezing the image in place on another page. She paused, in thinking. It was strange her not wanting to draw the deaths of her artworks, in death they showed their true colours. Showed true beauty, true passion, unless.....

Unless she had gotten attached to these people as well as a certain red head. That wasn't good. If anything happened to them – she could lose it.

"Want a taste~" Hisoka voice purred from behind her, she jumped slightly before glancing over her shoulder. Spotting his hand holding half a boiled egg.

She nodded, putting the book away. Just to stand beside the red headed magician, she looked curiosity at it before taking a bit, the flavour entering her mouth. "Nice, not like normal eggs..." she stated, head cocked as she watched the smiling man.

"Good to know, little kitten" he smirked, at her expression.

"Sinea!" Gon yelled waving at her to come over. A smile across his face.

Hisoka stepped away, allowing her to move over to the group, the smirk never leaving his face.

"We all passed the second phase!" the boy laughed, dragging her back towards the airship.

"I know Gon" she nodded, looking at the excited kid.

"I can believe I survive jumping down there! Gon your awesome you know that!" laughed Leorio who still couldn't get over the fact and would continue to state the fact till killua told him to shut up on a later date.

"I have to agree with Leorio, Gon, that nose of yours out of this world" kurapika pitched in.

"You really are like a dog aren't you" killua sniggered teasing the spiky haired boy.