Show Me A Smile chapter one by blackdragonflower
Story dedicated to YKT. Requested a MattxMisa.
Summary: When they meet they are strangers. He cracks a smile, she writes a song. She strikes a pose, he paints her life. Paint a masterpiece, sing a song, create a work of love.
Characters belong to Death Note by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata
This takes place in the year 2009. The characters are attending college.
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Matt fiddled with his paintbrush chewing on the end as he tipped his chair back. He stared up at the ceiling bored, waiting for class to start. "Class today we'll be water color painting off a real life model... Please get your materials out and welcome Miss Misa Amane." Matt rolled his eyes and readjusted his prized possession so they hung from around his neck. "Matt! Sit down correctly!"
The chair slipped out from under him and Matt tumbled onto the floor right as Misa walked into the room. His face was redder than his scarlet hair as others pointed and laughed. He endured it with a large goofy grin and righted his chair. The blonde model covered her mouth and quietly giggled. Politely Misa questioned the professor, "Where you like Misa to pose?"
"Over here Miss Amane... Now class, Miss Amane is a prized senior, treat her with courtesy and respect or you're out of here! No warnings. And Matt, stay in your chair! I'll have no more disturbances!"
"Sorry teach!" Matt called out finally having gotten his things straightened out. His side hurt from having hit the table and chair.
"I want you to focus on the shadows and highlights. This is a college art class which means no amateur lazy work like I've been seeing from some of you lately... must I mention Jessica?" The girl mentioned blushed furiously and tried to hide her face behind a compact mirror as if she was adjusting her makeup. The teacher positioned Misa in the pose she saw fit and grinned pleased. "You may begin." The redhead took up his brush thinking about how best to portray the young woman in front of him. He dipped the tip of the brush into a bit of orange and mixed it with yellow and red to make a proper skin tone for the model.
Matt let his imagination run free unchained and wild. He painted her blonde hair a bright shade of lavender and her silver glittering hoop earrings a turquoise blue. Her lips, full of life held the color of a blooming red rose. He left her eyes for last.
He looked up from his watercolor and found himself lost. Misa had just been letting her eyes wander when she found herself watching the boy from earlier who'd fallen clumsily from his seat. He was slightly bent over his work messy scarlet hair hiding his eyes. He was wearing a strange vest made of a material Misa couldn't place. Under that was a black and red striped shirt. It was quite an odd combination of clothes. Try as she might she couldn't take her eyes off him though. She found herself trying to recollect what the professor had called the young man. Then he looked up and his beautiful jade pools met hers. She was trapped. Her heart skipped a beat. Lyrics to a new song wrote themselves in her mind.
'I want to dance upon your hand
Live the melody any way I can
I want to hear your voice whisper sweet words through the night
Words that send my heart into an ecstasy of flight.
Let me hold you in my arms,
Baby it won't do any harm.'
Reluctantly Matt tore his eyes away from hers, the dark ocean was too much for him to stare into and he'd been drowning. Biting his lower lip he dipped the tip of the bristles into the pink stained water and colored in her eyes. One layer, two, final layer to complete. He finished the piece by painting her long eyelashes and her pupils black. He felt rather proud of the piece, but was sad because in his mind it could never be as beautiful as the woman it was created from. Matt sighed. Class was almost up. He cleaned his materials and gently shoved them into his bag in a pocket he'd saved exclusively for his art materials. The class was also beginning their cleanup, but Misa still had to remain still. Some were not finished.
Matt found himself staring at her intrigued. His stomach clenched and he wished it would go away. Maybe he was coming down with something, it wasn't unlikely. Studying her he committed her every detail to memory, each soft curve of her face, how her blonde hair draped to frame her porcelain skin, and those eyes which he would die for. They were wandering the room clearly bored as their owner but came to rest on him again. Matt offered her a pleasant smile. And as much as she wanted to return it she couldn't. The more Misa looked at the redhead, the more attractive she found him.
He had a smile that made the room seem brighter. "Miss Amane that's enough. Thank you for posing for us." The blonde young woman blinked and stretched her sleeping limbs. She chatted with the professor until the end of class.
"Excuse me... what was the name you called the redhead who fell out of his chair?"
"Oh, that's Matt."
"Yeah did you need me for something teach?"
"That's Mrs. Robinson to you Matt and no I don't need anything!"
"...Okay..." The gamer packed the rest of his things into his backpack rolling his eyes.
"Class dismissed! Shoo!" The professor smiled maternally as she watched her students leave. The teacher handed Misa twenty-five dollars. "Once again, thank you for modeling. If you want you can look at the pieces... though they're drying..."
"Thank you. Misa would like that." The girl dressed in punk clothing strolled casually around the room. She giggled at some of the pieces, but many of them astounded her in their likeness of her. One hidden in the corner caught her eye. She put her hand to her mouth stunned. This was definitely her favorite, since it was much different then all the others. Purple hair, pink eyes, it was crazy but well executed. And to the blonde's enjoyment she found in the lower right corner the scrawled signature that read, Matt.
Who was this Matt? Who was the young man who stared so wonderfully into her eyes? Misa wondered what made him tick and sighed deeply. The most persistent question in her mind was if she was falling in love again with a total stranger.