[HIATUS]Why The Fuck Am I Here?!![Final Edition][N.S.F.W. 🔞]

Eleven: Too cose for comfort....

    When I thought things couldn't get any worse, the worst news I've ever heard of my life struck me down to my soul... Today was the day that I buried my mother. She had been pregnant, 8 months pregnant with a sibling that I desperately wanted to meet but now I wouldn't get to see either of them. My brother was gone and so was my mother.

     The strange tradition the people of My tribe do is we carry our loved ones in a hammock and walk up the mountain, and we sing along the high rises. It's a song so loud that even the Glam Gas City goes quiet to listen to The haunting noise. It's the only time they know, that something is wrong and that the beast is waking.

    I sung with my father until he couldn't sing anymore, stricken by grief... yet I didn't cry, at least not where everyone could see.... I sung and watched them burry her in a cave that resided up where we were, and I sung even as those stone doors closed behind her laying her to rest.... I sang until they all defended down the mountain and even as it began to rain.... And I sang until I couldn't hold the tears in anymore.

    I fell to my knees screaming at the top of my lungs, a keening sound that seemed to drown out the harsh falling rain. It was a sound that became inhuman the longer I cried there at the outside of that cave.  "Mommy....." I bawled my eyes out some more, unable to contain my grief and let my nem as well as my aura expand dangerously. I kept it out and about and at a certain distance away from my body so that no one could get near me or take me away from here. I wanted to feel he fingers running through my hair, I wanted to hear about her home and about he grandparents I'll never get to meet...

    "Kiwi...." His voice sounded too loud in my expression I greeif and my head snapped up to see Fourteen year old kneeling next to me. His hair which was up to resemble a flame most of the time wasknow soaed through and clinging to hi face as he knealt next to me. His golden eyes were inquisitive as he watched my facial expression unsure if I was crying or if it was the rain water, he just stared in my eyes with a look that could only be described as Sorrow before it disappeared. "You shouldn't be here ..." I couldn't contain the inhan sound that escaped when I spoke and I narrowed my whiting out eyes at him. "How did you even find me...?"

    His eyes studied my face and he smiled gently at me, his dabty hand reaching out and grabbing my cheek. " I followed the somber wail.... It led me to you, Fruit." He unexpectedly pulled my smaller body into his chest and ran his fingers throat my soaked through white hair sighing. " I.... Lost someone important to me many years ago.... " he spoke into my ear as thru der crackled above our heads and lightly struck down right at us, though it was reflected by my aura output which caused Hisoka to stiffen in amazement. "I'm guessing it was your mother?" I whispered in his ear as his body shook. "No, kitten, I lost my twin sister... Her name was Hakari." Now that left me stunned, I never knew Hisoka had a sibling... It goes to show that things change when you meddle where you aren't needed.... Maybe I was the reason for my mother's death.... My presence alone has altered things here.

    "I know what it's like to loose someone dear to you. I may process my greif differently, but....it doesn't mean I'm not hurting." He pulled me into his lap and sighed at the abnormal warmth my body was releasing and gave a slight moan. "Don't do that with me in your lap...." I growled loudly in warning which mixed in with the crash of thunder, just as the lightning struck once again.

    He chuckled as another tremor passed through his body. "You're warm, you're the only reason I have succumbed to hyperthermia." He had his head resting on my shoulder as he held me as he tly as possible and said something else that made me question why I liked him in the first place. " when you're old enough.... I hope to have you straddle me under different circumstances." He chuckled when I started shaking in fury, patting my back to try and at least get me to calm down.  "I'm four fucking years old .. get a hold of yourself."

    "You may be right little fruit—

    "Stop fucking calling me that—!!!"

    "—But i meant what I said... One of these days... I hope you'd be mine. I'll win you over some how." He grinned against my cheek. "Hisoka... stop it before I throw your clown ass down the mountain."

    "I'm a magician sweety."

    "And I'm a freaky fucking frog!!!"