47Episode One: Crimson x Eyed x Senka
Senka sighed heavily, glass crunching under her bare feet, as she walked across the cold ground with a simple towel held to her front. "Humans… pathetic…" ignoring the dead scientists that littered the floor, Senka used the towel to dry off her mostly black hair, being careful of the slit on her forehead. Once the black and white strand were dry, she let the damp fabric fall as she wrapped up her chest and right arm. Silent sirens flashed in the background as Senka took her sweet time getting dressed. A simple black long sleeved turtleneck, a short sleeved V-neck red shirt over it, followed by a rich blue hooded vest. Simple black, and slightly baggy, training pants were kept in place by two white belts that went with it, as she then wrapped both her legs from ankle to shin, before pulling on black martial arts shoes.
Tying a black scabbard to her left hip, Senka pulled a simple white cotton cord around her neck, feeling a cold blue stone against her breastbone. Checking her appearance in a glass window, she frowned, pulling out a white headband before tying that around her forehead, allowing the black strands to fall over it as she promptly covered the strange slit. Crimson orbs roamed over the room before glancing out the window, finding silent amusement as humans descended on the large building. Senka took a few steps back, becoming one with the shadows, as she crumpled a piece of paper in her hand.
The only thing the men could see, once they finally made it into the room, were the bodies of the scientists that worked there, and fading – angular shaped – crimson eyes.
Resting my head back, against the cold stone walls, my sword resting against my left shoulder as the large blue hood of my vest covered my eyes. Pinned to the loose – and large – collar of my turtleneck, which was white while the rest was black, was a pin labeled with the number '100'. "I haven't seen you around before… You must be a rookie."
I looked up through the black strands of my bangs, to stare at a fat man with a square nose. "Hn…"
He handed me an orange can. "I'm Tonpa. I've taken the Hunters Exam over 36 times, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask me! Cheers to making new friends."
Staring at him blandly, I popped open the can and poured out its contents. "Friends… simply a crutch for the weak…" I stood up quietly and left the large man alone.
The crowd grew larger and larger, making it a bit hard to slide between bodies, as my shoulder knocked into someone's waist. I looked up at the person from the corner of my eyes, taking note that it was #44. Unlike the other contestants, he oozed bloodlust as he matched my bloody gaze with his own golden one. The corners of his thin lips turned upwards, along with the corners of his eyes, as he grinned down at my short 4'11" form. "Best be careful, unripened fruit~" he sung, waving me off quickly.
"Tch." I left, heading towards a less crowded area of the tunnel.
"You noticed the drink, huh?" a boy with white hair and blue cat-like eyes rolled up to my left on a skateboard, his hands tucked into his shorts pockets. He opened one of the cans that Tonpa was handing out, and took a long drink from it, before releasing a satisfied sigh. His badge had '#99' printed on it.
"Immune…" it was a statement.
"Killua Zoldyck." He held out his hand.
There was something about this boy… something strange… The aura that he gave off made me want to trust him…. Trust. I have not trusted anyone for a long, long, long time… "Senka." I firmly grasped his hand and shook it once, before letting my hand fall back to my side. "Nice to meet you."
