Hey! I somehow got inspired with my dad when he was attempting to teach me how to draw… and yeah…

Please review!

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Namine stared at the older blonde, and sketched his cape. She turned her head when she looked at him to find a good angle and somehow capture his image. The man had a sharp chin- she made sure she handed that. His armor took her what seemed forever to draw, trying to add the smallest things with the most details.

Alas, the drawing was done. She looked it up and down, and finally approved of it. Namine took out her coloring pencils and began to fill the black and white.

Namine became obsessed in her drawing that she became oblivious to the man she was drawing. The man caught her several times looking at him, and he became curious as to what she was doing.

So he decided to look.

Quielty, Cloud Strife walked ot the young girl and peered over her shoulder. He looked at the drawing, and scanned it.

It was… himself…?

But it was much better then what he looked like. She was currently drawing the red cape that floated dramatically behind him. He looked to the place where his one bat-like wing was supposed to be.

But it wasn't.

Cloud placed his long fingernail on the part where his wing was supposed to be. The girl looked up, obviously startled by his presence.

"I'm sorry…" She muttered, and her face turned bright red. "Just never saw anyone as handsome…" She muttered under her breath.

Cloud assumed he wasn't supposed to catch that, just a trail of her own thoughts. However, he raised an eyebrow.

"Handsome?" He teased the girl. He cocked his head, then got to the point. "Why isn't my wing there?"

"Wing? Oh, yeah… Well, It doesn't quite seem to fit there. I don't know… since art is form the artist's point of view, isn't it? So that's how I drew it…" Namine said, slightly more comfortable. The man nodded in approve, pleased by Namine's drawing.

Cloud finally left the girl without a good-bye. When Namine felt the warmth leave her body, she looked up. Bu the man wasn't in sight.

Namine sighed and began to color again. Her mind was focused on the man, what he looked like, his personality and seriousness. Like sadness was there. An old emptiness.

Namine made sure she reflected that on the man's face. She looked over the painting, but still wasn't done. She thought about what the man said, but it didn't make sense, did it? She draw a small wing where his bat one was, but added feather and instead of black, she made it silver. She smiled, and put her art supplies away in her bag. She slung the book bag over her shoulder and smoothed her dress.

Then she was off to school. Not like she could actually concentrate with the mysterious man on her mind.

Wow. That sucked horribly, I might continue it. Maybe. The setting took place maybe somewhere on a street or a motel or something. Use your imaginations! Loves…