Little red flower.

He misses her

Sia opens her eyes from her face down stance in her pillow, she glares at the door.

You gonna knock or ya just gonna stare at my door for another half hour?

Mentally groaning at the fact the presence isn't moving she rolls to the side of her bed, swinging her legs over the edge, and soundlessly lowering herself to the floor.

She plods towards the bathroom dragging a hand through her Bob length auburn locks, the feel of the cold tiles under her feet make her toes curl ever so slightly, placing both hands on the draws beside the sink she hoists herself up to get a closer look at her face, or in better terms the bags under her eyes.

Whoever the heck is infrknt of my door, kept coming back and going away and coming back again like an awkward teen unable to decide if he should ask his crush out or not.

She sighs, sliding off the counter top and starts filling the sink with cold water.

Is it too late to take a paid vacation to a remote island and not return?

She looks into the sink of water, taking a deep breath she dunks her face into it, and back out again feeling more awake, as she pats dry her face with a near by towel she closes her eyes locating the presence pacing up and down the hall way.

I think it's broken.

She drags a brush through her hair before stepping out and to her clothes, pulling on her blood red, velvet textured long sleeved dress, that is accented with white frills around the collar, sleeve cuffs and hem of her skirt and under skirt, she smiles neatening the pleats of her skirt, turning back to her draws and opting for frilled white socks accompanied by a buckle based shoe shiny red shoe with a small heel, she tightens the straps of her shoes, finishing with a matching red bow, her piercing golden eyes look to the door.

Are they gone yet? I took my time getting ready in hopes they'd bugger off by now...

She senses nothing...

Stepping over to the door she stands infront of it, just staring at the white frame in front of her.

Literally nothing, it's like there was no one here in the first place...
Is this the day I finally get jumped in a alley way or in the quiet hall like back in school?

Sia turns the handle and the door clicks open but instead of stepping out she stands there waiting.

Really?

Drooping here head left and right in a more internal debate she steps out, almost instantly needles pierce through her now fading body and impale the floor.

A thud can be heard from the end of the hall, Sia has sharp nails impaling the bicep of a familiar, long black hair shemale, her golden eyes glaring up at the man as a sweet smile adorns her face.

He looks down at her, still emotionless as ever.

"I wonder how you knew."

Her grip tightens significantly on his arm for a moment before she retracts herself away from him, stepping away as she pulls out a handkerchief and wipes her hand.

Keeping her head down, she looks at the assassin from the corner of her eyes.

"Ever want to visit our estate? I'm sure mother would adore you."

She blinks at his remark, scrunches her handkerchief into a ball and tosses it at his head, a dead pan look staring back at him.

"Oh right, he has said to reply to his messages more. He misses you."

Sia silently scoffs and gives him a look of disbelief.

"I found it quite funny too."

Sia stares at the tall man before her, who's expression hasn't shifted once since he appeared.

Ah yes, looks like itntickled your funny bone soooo much. Did you even cry when you were born? ...were you even born? Maybe you're a doll... conspiracy.

Sia shakes her head at his remark and turns away from him when she feels a oh so too familiar presence casually sauntering down the hall.

Oh goodie.

The naturally wind swept jester of the on sight stores cashiers wet dreams purposefully trots down the hall towards Sia and her temporary guest.

Hisoka quirks an eyebrow at the sight of illumi and his fun sized toy together, standing near Sia he begins naturally playing with her hair.

"Nice surprise seeing you here Illumi."

Sia can almost feel the venom on his tongue as she remains nonchalant between the two, but Hisoka has already spotted the needles embedded in the floor behind Illumi, retaining his signature smile he refrains from letting his blood lust spread from the idea of the assassin before him trying to hurt one of his more enjoyable toys.

Illumi tilts his head to the side

"Just relaying a message."

"Oh? And you couldn't just have texted her?"

"Not when it's about her job, plus surprising her is more fun. Though she seems like the one who is full of surprises."

Illumis voids for eyes concentrate on Sia, giving her goose bumps.

"Really now?"

"Ah yes, our boss is missing her greatly after all."

She just blinks, the idea of that man missing her makes her shiver.

She meets Illumis dead on the inside gaze and waves him off, turning on her heel she grabs Hisokas hand and begins dragging him down the hall away from Illumi.

A smug smile graces the clowns face at Sia's actions, he looks over his shoulder expecting to see no more Illumi, only to grimace as he sees the black haired doll following them with his focus on Sia.

Slinging his head back glaring at the ceiling in annoyance, he let's Sia drag him towards the cafeteria.

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Are you guys proud yet? Med school hasn't killed me off... well not physically.