The Fog and The Red Rain [A HunterxHunter fan fic]

The smell of paint

"That performance was excellent." Hisoka chuckled as he sat down next to me as I waited for Gon and Killua.

I swivel around slightly to face him, feeling an odd nostalgic state of zen. I felt almost tired from how calm I was.

"Hm. I was told it was sloppy. I kind of feel....buzzed." I murmur, my eyes barely managing to follow Killua and the green woman that reminds them of 'Palm'.

"Oh? Would killing be considered a drug?" He mused, and my eyes darted over to him for a moment. I glace at everyone side eying us, and laugh.

"You're asking me? All I know is that your death count will forever surpass mine." I sigh, shrugging off the looks and watching her head get smashed into the ground.

No gray organ matter or blood.

"The bloody painter on the other han-"

"Hisoka."

Clean knock out. If either of them can't move for more then ten seconds the other wins.

"We don't talk about The Bloody Painter any-fucking-more." I rasp out, slowly turning to look at him, dead on.

His yellow eyes look much too focused on me before he closes them, his smiling stretching ever so slightly.

"I must've forgotten." He says after a moment. "You changing was quite the pity."

My brow furrows, and I'm staring at the bar counter that thankfully didn't even have alcohol because I can't even remember who the Bloody Painter was.

"I hear that quite often, but sometimes I hear a random song or smell paint a little too strong and I remember flashes." I'm talking to Hisoka and I don't even care. Am I really me? Was I actually fine?

"Mm. From my perspective..." Maybe it was a bad idea to lay my head down and look away from him? Does he suddenly sound close or am I just imagining him looming over me?

"I think you in either form is very exciting." I freeze, my heart pounding as his bloodlust leaks ever so slightly. Being right next to him, its almost suffocating.

But then its over and I hear "Sienna!" And a "Get away from her!"

And its over. Hisoka, in his own little odd way basically just said fighting me will be arousing for him in different ways and I decide I'm tired of old men being within five feet of me.

"Sienna! You should be more careful!" Gon huffs and I turn to look at him. My jaw drops.

Three deep scratches go from the corner of his eye to his neck, and an odd bite mark on his forearm is bleeding just as bad.

"You're telling me that!? Look at you!" I suddenly, don't feel very tired. I suddenly don't really care about Hisoka, because Gon is hurt.

"Told you she'd flip out." Killua murmured, and I gasp in horror as I see his upper arm is slashed open.

"You-YOU-YOU CARELESS IDIOTS. WHO THE HELL TAUGHT YOU THAT THIS WAS OKAY? WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? DON'T YOU VALUE YOUR LIVES!?!? SOMEONE GET THESE TWO SOME SERIOUS MEDICAL ATTENTION." I blurt out in a fury, everyone snapping to my attention.

"G-gomen!" They reply, and I glare at both of them with as much hate I can possibly muster.

"What does that even mean? Does it look like I understand any other language you guys have spoken? Huh? English is preferable here! I know Spanish, French, German, and traditional Chinese, though I can only write it... But still! Fuck you guys and your carelessness!" I'm rambling, and I'm tired, too much has happened and now these two have their skin hanging off their bodies and I still need someone to help them.

"Um, excuse me. I'm here for medical assistance."

She's holding a bigger case with a giant red cross that slightly resembles a first aid kit but I don't really care because I'm pushing Killua and Gon down to sit.

"Sienna, please calm down." All three of them state, and I glace between them as Gon and Killua look at the girl and the girl looks at them.

They're laughing, and her laugh sounds like bells. It makes my heart hurt for some reason, and I pause, confused. It sounds like an old song that you forget the words to but him to anyways.

"Ouch, shit. I hate getting stitches." Killua murmured. I stare at the huge contents of cotton balls in a jar and rolls of bandages to large bandage patches.

"Same. Oh! What's your name?" Gon suddenly asks, and the girl freezes for a moment as she's poking a hole in Killua with the needle once again.

Gon keeps trying to clean away the blood but he's too slow since its on himself, and I snatch away the cotton ball with a huff. He sticks his tongue out at me, and I roll my eyes and tilt his head back.

"Lian." She simply replies, a smile gracing her face. I'm startled, in realization, that her hair is quite possibly the most beautiful shade of light green I will ever see.

"Wow that names pretty popular on Whale Island! It means... Umm..." I accidentally push the cotton ball into one of the cuts and he winces.

"Stop speaking! It means daughter of the sun, right?" She knows my name.

She closes up Killua's arm with a nod. "Exactly." I feel like I should ask. Do I know her?

I'm finished cleaning up Gon, and I let her take over for stitching up Gon and help Killua with his bandages.

Once done, me and Killua wait for her to finish, and I finally get a real look at her.

Her hair goes to her knees, braided evenly, and her odd black robe has really droopy sleeves, so she keeps having to roll one up. Her shoes are black combat boots going a little past her ankles, and I notice her spaghetti straps must lead to a dress or some really showy shorts and top.

I feel like I know her. I go to ask, but again I'm interrupted.

"So how long are you going to keep hiding during the exam?" A tall lanky man questions, leaning on one of the sharpest scythes I've seen in a long time.

I'm tired,and have decided old men can't even speak to me.