005 ● [Accidental Video]
[The moon is dark blood red in his dream, surrounded by black clouds and bleed like shine. It's cold, and the sakura petals are flying in the light breeze. In the distance, there is a scream, and a flash of silver before another red moon opens itself to his sight. Two figures, one limp in the others arms, one holding a blade, his eyes fixed on him.]
Muraki!
[Hisoka woke with a start, sitting up in bed abruptly and letting both hands fly to his head to shake the nightmare from his senses. It was just in time too, because a hand from under his bed was protruding from that darkness almost able to grab his ankle. He sweapt his feet up in alarm and threw the glass from his bedside table at the offending hand causing it to withdraw quickly.
The boy gave a sigh, looked to his communicator, and with a glare switched the video off.]
Muraki!
[Hisoka woke with a start, sitting up in bed abruptly and letting both hands fly to his head to shake the nightmare from his senses. It was just in time too, because a hand from under his bed was protruding from that darkness almost able to grab his ankle. He sweapt his feet up in alarm and threw the glass from his bedside table at the offending hand causing it to withdraw quickly.
The boy gave a sigh, looked to his communicator, and with a glare switched the video off.]