Ib belongs to Kouri.
Chapter One
It has been six full years since Ib left the art gallery with her older sister (just by a year) and doesn't remember much about that day, but she just brushed it off since she was only nine when she went. Lately she's been having weird dreams that all revolve around a handsome man with purple hair, it seems he was eighteen in her dreams and is always saying sweet things to her and protecting her from weird things, the dreams look so vivid like a memory. She told her older sister, who would frown and say it was no big deal, then walk off. The young brunette was confused but decided to take her sisters advice and leave it alone.
~Three Weeks Later~
(Ib's P.O.V)
I had just walked into work since I had just came from school I was wearing a white dress shirt with a red tie and a red skirt, as I entered the building I was surprise to see my boss yelling at two moving men, who were holding something I couldn't quiet see since it was covered up. I walked up to my boss, "what's that?" I asked, as he looked at me and smiled.
"Your sixteenth birthday is coming up, right?" He asked, as I nodded my head my crimson eyes on the thing the two moving men were holding. "Well I decided to get you an early birthday present" he said with a goofy smile on his face. After a while we got to the floor I worked on. See when I decided to look for a job my dad said his brother (my boss) who was a big business man needed an intern. During the interview I had noticed a beautiful painting of a waterfall on his wall and we started talking about art and our favorite artist. After a couple of hours later he told me I had gotten the job.
"Where do you want it sir?" One of the moving men asked.
"Right there in the middle so everyone can see it" my uncle said, his blue eye shining with happiness and excitement. After the thing was placed and the moving men were gone my uncle went over to the thing and pulled the cloth covering it off.
"It's beautiful" I said, gasping, as I looked at the painting.
"I knew you would like it" my uncle beamed, before his phone went off, "well I have leave, see ya Ib" he said, kissing my forehead as he left. I stood there staring at the painting, it was a drawing of a man who was asleep, his purple hair covering his right eye, he wore a tattered grey coat and a green tank top, on the side of the painting there were blue roses, vines wrapped around the man's body all the way up to his neck. I knew the man who made it, Guertena was the man's name, I knew his name since my family and I went to his art gallery when I was nine and Mary was ten. I started thinking, trying to remember the name of this painting, then it hit me.
'The Forgotten Portrait'
A/N: So I'm just going back to fix something, like mistakes and all that, this might take a couple of days as I'm going though all my stories and doing this.
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