Anata wa Koko ni Iru – You are Here
Summary: Her face, always painted on surface of his canvas. That time, he only thought his imagination was far too much. But, who knew, the imaginary face that he only dreamed came into reality! And of course she was not as sweet as thin picture… purely Athrun x Cagalli
Author's Note: Yay!! Now I have Kiraraku story and Asucaga story :D Umm, perhaps this will be humor? I dunno anymore. Just read this and give comments, k? R&R please!!
Disclaimer: Right then and there, you will see I won't ever own Gundam SEED/Destiny except if this world is crushed into pieces
1st: a girl and his imagination
His hand, flying forward, back and forth, gripping the thin and long brush within his palm, remarked upon the sketched canvas, trying to finish the background of the painting. On his canvas however, had been tinted with soft brushing of pencil. There was a delineation of certain pretty-looking girl; she was smiling along with both hands leaning beneath her perfect curved shaped face. Then, her rather spiky hair in end of the edge of her long-length hair. Her mouth was gaping widely, showing her tidy-positioned teeth through the interstice of it. Her eyes, almost closing in, left a bit of colorless pupils (he hadn't yet colored it), in sudden could utter a sort of proud and brave feeling. He had felt it truly, every time he brushed his paint brush against the canvas, he always portrayed her as that. In his imagination, she would grow as a girl that sweet and beautiful, yet possessed a lively and brave personality. His way on depicted her hair was his hope to create the said girl a bit more feminine. But as a contradiction of the said features, her eyes seemed… naughty but brave.
"Ah, almost done." he smiled, as his other back of hand shoving away the beads that beginning to form on his forehead
He brushed some colors from his pallet and remarked it to the canvas again. Now, her hair almost colored completely. He took some mixing color of bright yellow and light brown, then blended it and did the process continually. He then took the darker shade of hue to give her tresses a bit shadow, brushing it again with colored canvas to turn out the color much smoother and softer.
Satisfied with his work, he turned to the paled-looking face, the one he did not have a single chance to color. His brush still dirty with brownish hue that glued on the feather. Feeling a bit lazy to clean up first, he chose to blend the color with white instead. It gave him much lighter shade of brown, which he kept thinking it was very fit with the character he wanted to bring from the girl within his painting.
Brushing yet again with so much care and carefully of course to her face, included her soft-looking skin, he motioned his brush to meet again with white color, to lighten the color. Then, he colored the edge of her heart-shaped face to give the impression that her face had exposure. Moving from face to neck, then arms, and last her dainty hands.
Next, eventually he must clean up his brush. Despite from all parts of her figure were mostly rather yellowish to citrus, but for gave it the finest touch of art, he gave up. After his brush had been freed from rest of annoying dirt colors, he started again.
Looking through the hollowed and empty pupils, his hand crawled back and forth to perfectly place proper hue there. And there was it, now lively and fierce amber eyes had been created successfully. He took another sigh of relief, so far contented with the result. Placing again lighter shade color and darker one, gave the slight another detail with other colors too, her eyes finally done.
His freehand indeed magnificent and real; until he felt those eyes were the true ones which staring back at him, and quite made him scared slightly. But he shook his head slowly. No way a painting can glare at me, he chuckled quietly. And truly, that pair of eyes likely glaring to him, angry of unknown reasons.
"Heh, I have tried to make you as sweet as I can, so sorry if it seemed dull." the bluenette-emerald-eyed grumbled towards the girl across him, which never changed her position and expression altogether. Of course she did not, if so, didn't he will be faint here because such thing?
Silent for few moments, he continued his job yet again. Now he was working on her outfit, which possessed so many frills on each part of her dress. Since he made the position of half body, the whole appearance of her outfit was cut as well. The sleeves were short, with frills decorated each edge; leaving her arms bare to all eyes could witness. Seeing and stunned momentarily, he wondering what it was that covered beneath the blanket of soft cotton material, then what it was that rested like a second skin of her bo-
How he could 'almost' have dirty thought about his own painting? Oh, his dream really far too much…
After could snap himself from heaven of imagination, he took another color of red blood hue, painted it for the main color on her outfit. For the frills, he only repeated the same process as before, took the lighter shade.
That was almost final for him. Doing a bit smoothing color and smudged with a little more colors to have more wonderful choices of hues, finally his job ended. He then signed the painting with his initial name, A.Z. on the right bottom of the picture.
"Now, you seem so much prettier. I admit." he grinned joyfully, did not know how, the eyes he was staring to were softened a bit
Suddenly a proud ring broke from nowhere, crushed his own little moment after finished the painting that honestly took a really long time if he did not realized. He slapped his own forehead after aware for what the telephone ringing on this very time.
"Ki..Kira!" he exclaimed, in that very moment a forgotten thought strike him. He had an appointment with Kira and Lacus, who invited him to stay on a dinner tonight – which it meant right now, this time. Simply, they invited him along with other friends from their former high school to celebrate their graduation which happened just one week ago – they each had so many jobs, thus just now they possessed a chance to throw a party
Spinning his head so ever slowly towards the-just-now-finished drawing, he mumbled an apology, "I must go."
He was feeling like he did not wanted to leave it alone, as he was leaving a real girl who actually merely a reincarnation of a blonde long-haired girl who he always dreamed on his reverie, a girl who always there standing on his dream. She only his imaginary, his imaginary of a perfect girl who he desired to paint upon his canvas. A girl who seemed so impossible to become real. Wasn't his demand was too much for became true?
"You bastard!!"
She was running wildly, frantically upset, almost losing her mind at that second. The one that she was pursuing right now was too far ahead. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was fluttering back and forth, carried by the rhythm of wind. Her legs were paced up as much as she could spread over, but then, her own strength to run couldn't be compared with the man across her who sprinted like blitz. Her hips began to feel a jolt of sore that grasped and tied the movement of her hips so ever tightly. Her breath almost running out of any gas, she felt like oxygen dared to leave her lungs that really tangled and disordered.
In amidst of the desolate area as this, she could not expected any help of another person. If she could find any, that was only miracle God was blessing her with. How came that stupid thief was able to take that valuable bag of her grasp – her tight hold?
"I swear you are going to die if I can catch you!!" she still able to scream out though the lack of air in her lungs
The black-dressed-thief however did not say any to respond her out-burst. He only cared about the bag which truly quite big; whatever the content.
She really panicked because if she did not stop to run, in that very moment she would pass out. On the other hand, if she stopped, the precious bag would fly away together with that damned thief. What she must do? Though she rude – from what her friends told her, fierce, and tomboy, but certainly she still had a limit.
That was it, when she saw a certain blue-head popped his head out the doorway of his apartment. He was walking down the stairs slowly, to the field where his bicycle was resting on it. Though the bicycle was bonded with chain, but if he went down here and approached that bicycle, that meant he was…
The owner?
A victory grin plastered through her features. The before tired looking turned to be evil and sly face. What was she thinking?
"Hey you!!" she shouted, as the bluenette looked upon her when he heard her call
"What?" he yelled back, certainly confused. He could not saw her face clearly, as from his angle her position was hiding her face fully
"Quick, run here quickly!! I need you help!"
Like a hypnotize call she was spelling into him, his body seemed like doing on its own brain. He then running down as fast as he could afford, for the girl who seemed eager to call him, even though he was sure he never knew this girl before.
Not less than five seconds, he had stood on the ground, really fast. Perhaps if she told him to run catch that guy perhaps he was able to do so.
He had run down so quickly, his breath had flied out of his lungs that he must catch his breath. Still doing so, his head snapped forward to look straight at the girl who had called him so loud that from afar her voice could echo until there.
That was when his eyes going so wide, feeling the girl before him.. so awfully familiar. Those curves of face, the fierce soft yellowish tresses, beautiful carving both amber eyeballs….
He would have rub his eyes to confirm if this was a reality or not, but no because the girl across his body, had found a bicycle key latching on his grip from then. Her smile had grown so wide that he afraid she would broke her lips into two from pulling it into both sides so forcefully.
"Nah, I borrow your bicycle for few minutes, okay? If I have done, I will return it back to you!" she asked for permission, but in his ears, those were not heard as permission at all. It was more sounded like she was commanding him to agree of what she wanted to do.
"Thank you!!" she uttered loudly, certainly cheerfully from the grin that from before had planted there, before taking the key away from his hold that had been so loosened up, still bewildered.
She had dragging his bicycle away to then paddled it full of her strength, attempting so hard to catch up the guy who had snatched her 'precious' bag from her hold. She surely would make that guy regretted for certain. Only… For how long?
He still there, still standing and freezing away, his emerald orbs kept in the constant, wide-opened. His both legs had glued along with the ground, as it was a unit from the very beginning. The cold night wind had flew and whispering his damp of blue hair to midair. His mouth also still opened and hanging midway, as if allowed a fly to drop by. His perfect-row teeth also showed a bit for all could see. The plain black shirt that had glued against his body a bit swaying with wind as well.
He stayed on that way for one second afterwards, as a very important thing stabbed his mind sharply. And that made him wanted to faint and pale in this very second.
"Damn! That girl had taken my bike go! Do I must go with bus to reach there?? But what if she doesn't return my bike back??" he roared loudly, annoyed with the things that had turned upside-down fully now.
Though that, his head turned ever so slightly to the direction she had disappeared to. "Who are you, honestly? Why you can resemble the girl in my imagination?" he whispered thoughtfully, hoping the wind would whisper it to her, so she would know what was that going through his mind right now.
Anata wa Koko ni Iru – to be continue
What will happen next? Is the girl (Cagalli) will appear again to return the bike or not? Is he (Athrun) will wait for her first to appear then goes to the party?
And the most important thing is, what the progression will happen to them two?
The next chapter will answer that all!
Author's Note: Ah, finally they met in person!! XD Perhaps you are wondering why I explained the whole painting thingy. Well, since I myself is a girl who doing artsy for my whole life, I think it's not a great problem for me –though it's still problem for me- Well, seeing this chapter still lack of details, I probably will edit it out later XD OK, as usual an author will always expecting, I hope you are able to spare some free time to give this story reviews. I need it for the building time of entire story :D Well, thank you for reading! Ashita he!
Credit: cagalli's accident to ef: a tale of memories with a bit (much) of editing
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