PAINT MY LOVE
By: Fujii-Kun
Disclaimer: Naruto-Kun and his comrades are not mine. They're belong to Kishimoto Masashi's. I'm just
borrowing them for a while… and it's not a profitable story…
Pairings: Ita-Naru, maybe others will occur in the next following chapters...
Rating: in this chapter, maybe T.
WARNINGS: guys, this is a YAOI story. In case you didn't know, YAOI is a boyXboy love thing. Please, just close the window if you feel you don't like it. Don't read something you don't wanna read.
And so, dear fellas, my deepest apologies for the lack of English grammar and wrecked sentence structure in this story (all of my stories ever made…). I'm not going to find any reason to justify my lacks of… oh, well… let's just continue.
A/N: good morning minna-san, how are you?? Its 00.47 AM in my place, so good morning. I'm going to cry right now. Please listen to my story… I'm just deciding to go to sleep, when I realized that I've lost this story due to my reckless cleaning on my flashdisc. I can't undo my last act, so I had to retype this chapter again… Fuwaaaan… (ToT). Would you look at the time??? Its morning… and I'm deadly sleepy. But I can't help it. I had to re-type the 6 pages of story within a night? It's really impossible… But, I'm in my uncle's house, and he lends me his computer. So I really had to re-type it again… at least half of it. Otherwise, I can't finish it at all. Even if I had to bump my head on the keyboard because of my heavy eyelids, I had to type it…
I welcomed all the flamers and the bashers. Please, feel free to entertain me here. And maybe, if you throw me a clever insult, I'll pretend that I care. Or maybe, I should auto-ignore you?? Which is the best treat for you guys?? Choose what suits you better. And tell me after you deciding.
And, for my 'Not Bad At All' readers, please forgive me if you ever find that rather than finished that story, I'm making a new one. Not that I wanted too, but, the idea strucks my head, and I'm hopeless if it's about new idea. Hope you could enjoy this story as I enjoy for making it.
ATTENTION: in this story, I'm making an institute and its contents about lessons and dormitory. Please notice that it's all fiction. As well as the image of Osaka-city I put in here. Because the story setting is in the Osaka-City, and I never been there. BUT!!!! The knowledge about paintings is real-thing. I've done researching on the net about it… just to play save...
Okay, done with it… really no time. It's really long story, but that's not the reason I'm crying. The reason is… all the explanation about the institute in here and the scholarship things, and the….. (hiks…)
Nooooo…… I wemembew it agaiiiin…
Hiks…
So, (hiks..) sowwy fow thiz (hiks) too long expwanation, and…
Scwoll (hiks..) down youw… (hiks) mouze…
Enjoy (hiks…) please…
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PAINT MY LOVE
By: Fujii-Kun
Prologue
"Goo'bye gramps... and, 'Maru, you take care, kay??" He ruffled Konohamaru's hair. His younger cousin tried his best not to sniff his runny nose. His grandpa, Sarutobi, just smiled and stepped forward and hugged his grandson for the last time. And as they watched, the blond jumped up to the train's steps, walked down the corridors, and find a nice seat next to the window. After he dumped his bag-pack on a rack above his head, and his suitcase, he popped his head out of the window while waving his hand, only to get a slap on his head by his gramps outside of the train. "Put your head inside, you idiot…"
"Jeez… fine, fine…" nursing his bumped head, he grinning from the window.
They listen to the train's whistle, and they knew, that the young blond will leave anytime now. As the train starts moving, the blond snatch the old man's pipe while shouting,
"Bye now, gramps, 'Maru… and gramps, don't smoke too much kay? hahahah"
He waves his pipe-holding hands from the window, and he saw thatSarutobi wave his hands, and Konohamaru try to run, following the train, just to waving to him. But his little feet couldn't match the train's speed, so he soon stopped. He still looking at the train until the train is lost from sight.
Slowly, the train moved faster. And the big body of steel is making its way to Osaka City, where the young blond would take his further education in art. The young 18 years old Uzumaki Naruto unpacked his bag-pack, where he plucked out an official looking envelope, with the emblem of a famous institute that known for its reputation in producing so many good and excellent artists and designers, The Osaka Institutes of Art, specialize in Pure and Modern art. Pure art including Painting (and drawing), sculpting (and carving), music, and dance. The sculpting, music, and dance are separated in modern and traditional. Modern art including graphic design, interior design, product design, and a new major, photography. This institute is a big-large place where art lovers gathered themselves to talked, shared and exchanged newest information, etc. together and sharpen their skills too. The institute is offering 120 scholarships every year for the new freshmen. 20 for paintings (10 for paint, 10 for drawing), 20 for sculpting (10 for sculpt, 10 carve), 20 for dance (10 modern, 10 traditional), 20 for music (10 traditional, 10 modern), 10 for graphic, 10 for interior, 10 for product, and 10 for photography. It's a quite expensive school-not just because the institute's fee, but for the lesson's equipments too- and very high in quality, and the institute select only the very qualify students to accept their scholarships.
Naruto still couldn't believe this reality. When he received the letter of acknowledgement from the institute, he had to slap his face couple times, and pinching Konohamaru cheek (in which he earned a kick from the younger cousin) just to double check if it wasn't a dream or whatsoever. He couldn't believe his luck. He read and re-read, and re-read again the name on the envelope and the letter. Sure, he sends the institute his portfolio –just like the rest of art lover in whole Japan- and he's just pushing his luck. He's just trying it out, without hoping too high, just… well… it's over now. That's the past. It really happens to him, IT'S TRUE, GUYS!!!! He happens to be the scholarship's receiver from the Institute. And he really accepts the letter of acknowledge from the institute. The institute decided that he could study there, and he could enter the institute without paying. He jumps from joy, shouting weird songs, running all over inside the house, and out the house to tell his friends and neighbours about his great achieveness.
And, after a calming moment, he sat down on his bed, take few deep breaths, peeking the opening of the envelope, take the letter with only his thumb and his first finger, and read the letter slowly and carefully. The letter told him that the new academic year will starts soon in a couple weeks, and it told him to pack himself with his belongings, because the institute had a dorm to live with. Forget the calmness thing, now he rushed and starts to collect his things and his beloved Kyuubi (it's his 9 different size and shape brushes, all with red shaft, with yellow-orange brush-hair) and few of his paint collections. He put his clothes and Kyuubi in his bag-pack, and his paint collection in a suitcase. He only got approximately…. 8 days to come to Osaka and finished his registration before the new academic year started. So he quite rushed, and his family promised him that they'll send his things to the institute if it's unconsciously left in his house.
Now, reaching Osaka City's Station, he re-packed his belongings again (read: foods, snacks, drinks, and the letter) and prepared himself to stepped down from the train. He looked to the right-side, he looked to his left-side, he looked up, he looked down, he looked to his front, and he grin his infamous grin. So wide that it almost splitting his face in two. He walks towards the huge information board to search for his ways to the institute. He stopped, and starts reading and reading. But, really, brainstorming isn't his forte, so when he felt the confusion crept up his brain; he decided to just snatch a man from the street, and asking for direction. It seems simpler than reading the number of busses and its directions. So, that's what he did. He stopped a man, and asks him,
"Excuse me, sir, could you tell me the bus and the way I should take to the Osaka Institute of Art?"
The man stares at him for a moment, as if judging if this runty blonde is a student from the institute, but it seem like he didn't care, so he swiftly told him about the bus and where the bus is stopped at this Station. But before Naruto could say his thanks, the man just walks again. Blinked, he says his unfinished thanks
"Thank yo-… well, they really hurried, ne??" he muttered something under his breath, and he walks down the way that the man told him. He waits for the bus to come along in a queue with few other people.
Finally, the bus arrived and he steps inside, took a seat after putting some cash in amount of the bus' fee. He took a seat near the window, and looked out of the window. The trip is quite long from his village. It took three hours from his village, and one hour with the bus. So enjoying his rest, with a milkshake-in-box he smiled absentmindedly, and waiting for the bus to stop at his point. And after he steps down from the bus in front of the institute's area, he could only gape. "It's huge… am I really going to studied here??? It looked expensive…"
Well, what he saw is quite astonishing. The institute had several huge buildings, separated each majors. 1 deep yellow coloured-6 stories building for painting and drawing, 1 brown coloured-5 stories building for sculpting and carving, 1 blue coloured-5 stories building for music (2 stories for traditional, 2 for modern, and 1 for administration ), 1 green coloured-5 stories building for dance (same with music), 1 maroon-4 stories coloured building for graphic design and photography, 1 pale orange coloured-4 stories building for interior and product design, and 1 grey-black-8 stories coloured building for the institute's main administration and controller.
He could only blink and stares for a few moment before, finally took a tentative step over the gates. He had to decide which ways to took, because the area is so extremely huge, he plucked out a map from his envelope, and pointing a grey-black building from the map, with the writes of 'institute's main building'. He looked up, gazing his view carefully, and spotting the building immediately. Well, it's the highest building in the area. Of course it's easy to spot… walking purposefully to the building, he hoped for the best. He never did it before. But, Uzumaki Naruto never fears anything. He's just… nervous, yeah… not fear.
"Eerr… excuse me, miss…" he greets the girl-receptionist, she looked at him, and she smiled while politely asking "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"I received a letter from the institute, that I receiving a scholarship. Now, where should I do to take care of the administration?"
"Ah, I understand... Now you just go to the-….." and the conversation runs well between Naruto and the receptionist, as well with the admin person who took care for the scholarships receiver. He told Naruto that he's going to live in the dormitory with few other people, along with the scholarship's receiver. He gaves Naruto the key of his new room, and he's going to share his room with other student, and the schedule for this semester. He also received a short notice that told him about minimum requirement for this semester. But, as the scholarship's receiver, the institute provide him the minimum requirement, such as 25 medium sized canvases, 2 white square pallets, 10 boxes of 12 coloured oil paint, and 6 brushes. But, if the (scholarships) students run out of the things, they had to buy it for themselves. So, after the things already spoken and done, he thanks the man, and walk down his way to the dorm.
The dorm is located out of the institute's area. It's approximately 5 minutes walks from the institute. And the dorm is separated by majors too, and also separated by gender. He walks down to the deep yellow coloured-6 stories building, step inside, and reporting his arrival to the dorm manager. After that's done, he looked at his key again, spotting the number, 205.
"Room 205… in this dorm map, I've got the room at the corner. Is that good, or bad? Let's just see. But I think it's not too bad. It wouldn't be too noisy." He mumbled to himself while he climbs the steps to the second floor. He looked at the wooden doors at the floor, and spotting that the number is located beside the door, with name cards. He looked at the 205 name card, that's read: Nara Shikamaru. Uzumaki Naruto. With a small carton to showing if the person is in the room, or out from the room. "So, my roomate's name is Nara Shikamaru, ne??" and he had to snicker at the name. ////Shika… kikikikik.. A deer. Kikikikik… \\\\ (A/N: He's not even realizing that his name means fish-meatball… -sigh-).
"Well, well, seems my roommate is in 'da house..." smirking to himself, he slam the door opens.
Now he's facing a square medium sized wooden floor room, with two wooden desks 'nailed' at the left side of the room beside the window. A double cloth drawer chest-high beside the desk, an inside bathroom at the right side, near the door, a bunk bed at the farthest right-side of the room-with a nice thick blanket draped above each bed, and a small table beside the door for them to put their little things. The bunk bed has a small wooden rack at the head side, for them to put their personal things (incl. alarm clock, small pictures, etc.). Because the room is located at the corner, it got two windows along with the curtains. And then, after he finished inspecting the room, he saw a young man, around his age, with black hair, tied pineapple like above his head, wearing a light grey long sleeved shirt. He had this bored expression on his face. He could've looked handsome, if not for that look on his face. He lies down with his back at the lower-side of the bed, and he put his hands below his head like a pillow.
"Hi!!" he says to his new-laying-on-bed roommate. All he could get is just a sideway glance from him.
"So you're my roommate…" the black haired boy replies in a bored tone, but not cold. It's more like a statement rather than a question.
"Yea..." he nodded his head. "I'm Uzumaki Naruto. "
"… Written on the name card." He pointed out shortly, making the blond sheepishly smiled at him and scratching the back of his neck. Taking a deep sigh, he once again spoke, "I'm already choose the bed and the desk. Is that OK with you?"
"Humm? Oh, sure. It's fine by me." He dumped his bag-pack on the bed; while carefully put the suitcase on the desk. After that, he starts to unpacked himself. Putting his 5 paintings at the desk. Set it by the size. The biggest is at the back-side.
"You're not unpacked your things?"
"Not in the mood". that's the last words he says. After that, the Shikamaru boy closed his eyes and gone to dream-land deeply.
Or that's what Naruto thinks about.
As for Shikamaru, he's far from sleep. The first time he saw Naruto, he's shocked by the amount of the colour the blond had got within his body. He wore the black-orange jacket, along with his orange cargo pants. And not to forget his blond hair. Geezh, what an eyesore… well, he knows for sure that Naruto, like himself is one of the 10 scholarship receiver. That's why he's roomed with Shikamaru here. He's one of the few who know about the room arrangement for the scholarship receiver. This year, room 203-205 at the second floor is for the 5 boy scholarship receiver (the other 5 is from girls…). But never in his wildest-dream-imagination, that he'll share his room with a blond-seem-to-be-a-loud-person. He smiles so often. Too bright for Shikamaru's eyes and brain. And… just… where did he bought those loud orange jacket???
It's really, really an eyesore. Much for the ever quiet Shikamaru. Haaah… But he's a scholarship receiver anyways. That means, this boy must be good at something else.
He knows better than to judge a person from their first meeting, or by their look. But, he didn't know how to think differently to this boy. He's just… wore his heart at his sleeves.
His mind swirling fastly at the thought of his appearance. The blond seem one who talked much. And of course, he's a bright cheerful guy. He loves to joke around (he brought a wooden slingshot in his bag, a green wallet, and how he managed to snug the orange fox pillow in his bag without bulging it at all is beyond Shikamaru's brain entirely…), he's a friendly person (he brought at least 4 small frames containing his friends and family's pictures…), he's a simple-minded person (he brought up another 4 black-orange jacket, and 2 other orange cargo pants, just like the same he wore right now), and his clear blue eyes seem like to bore other eyes when he's looking at the person he's talking with. And of course, he's just the type who speaks what's in his mind no matter the situation.
Now, how to manage a guy like this to be lived together at least 1 semester is really hurt Shikamaru's head. He's a good person, Shikamaru sure about it, but… he's… loud.
But to think that… he's a quiet person, and the blond is a loud person. It… wouldn't be a good match isn't it??
At least that's what in Shikamaru's brain right now.
He'll know for sure.
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TBC
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A/N: fin… finally… I've made it…
Fuwaaaan… I'm crying again. This time because of joys… hiks… I've made it. it actually took me 5 hours to finish it, along with the 70 MP-3 songs. Hiks… hiks…
And, I had to write it again, whadd'ya thinks about this prologue??? And I'm attacking you right now with the –oh-don't-you-pity-me-enough-to-leave-me-reviews puppy eyes. I will name the every chapter I made with the name of famous painters from all the world-side. Hope you're interested enough to dig about the paint and painter thingies…
Listen to the '1/3' from the Siam Shade. 'Heart of Sword' from Rurouni Kenshin's OST, 'Aerith Theme' from FF7: AC. 'eX Dream' from Nishimura Masatoshi, 'To The moon and Back' from Savage Garden, 'Dive to Blue' from Laruku, and 'Sephiroth Theme: One-Winged Angel'. That's what I've listened when I'm making this story again. They accompanied me along the darkest night when I re-type the story.
Okay, let's stop at here… please review if you don't mind, or if you had some extra time to spend but you don't know what to do kay?? See you again soon, and-or at my other stories…
Hugs, Loves, and Cookies
Fujii-Kun