Sketching 'I Love You'
Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! in any way. If I did... Well~~!
Hobey-ho!
"Kick it here Kuukai!" a random kid yelled as he ran ahead of Kuukai. Grinning, Kuukai kicked the ball to his best friend Tadase. Tadase caught it with the heel of his foot and maneuvered it pass the other ten year olds easily. Kuukai dashed ahead so he could have an open spot for Tadase to kick it towards him. Enjoying the feeling that running gave to Kuukai's legs, Kuukai found a perfect spot. Stopping and turning around, Kuukai signaled Tadase to kick it towards him. Seeing the signal, Tadase obeyed and kicked the ball with the side of his right foot to Kuukai. Kuukai smiled.
"Nice one!" Kuukai praised happily as he scored the ball into the net of the goal. Thanks to the slow goalie. Kuukai's team all high fived eachother and congratulated the losing team from a different school for putting up a good game. The coach blew the loud whistle and called Kuukai's team forth.
"That was nice boys, but next time, KEEP THE BALL!" he shouted. All the boys held their ears as the coach started to state their flaws. Kuukai grimaced at his coach's tone of voice. He could probably beat a lion at a roaring contest. Glancing at the sidelines, Kuukai saw all of his older brothers smile at him. Shuddering from seeing their grin, the coach had dismissed them and Kuukai did his best to avoid his brothers and walk home by himself. It wasn't far, so it was okay.
"Oi! Kuukai!" someone yelled from behind. Kuukai didn't bother to turn his head around. He knew that voice belonged to one of his brothers. And with that fact well plugged inside his head, Kuukai sped up his walking.
I don't want Kaido to catch me... Kukai (A/N: I spell his name with one "u" now. Okay?) thought to himself.
"KUKAI!?!?" Kaido yelled, louder than ever. Kukai started running. He could just imagine Kaido's muscle tense up as he yelled for him. "GET OVER HERE!" Kaido hollered. Plugging his ears, Kukai turned in an alley and used it as a short cut. Crawling through a small fence opening, Kukai raced home. In hopes of beating all of his brothers home.
"I gotta beat them!" Kukai told himself as he jumped over a wooden fence. His feet landed on the ground with a loud thud. Dashing through street and zig-zagging through narrow and crowded alleys, Kukai reached home. Dirt covered his white soccer uniform and little, unknown scratches had somehow managed to make its way to Kukai's skin. Did... I beat them? Kukai asked himself as he cautiously opened the front door to his house. Slowly closing it behind him, Kukai tip-toed upstairs to his room he knew he forgot to lock. Creaking here and there, he winced. Kukai would absolutely die out of embarrassment if his older brothers found out his secret.
"Looking for this?" someone behind him asked. Kukai froze out of fear, it was a male voice. Gulping, Kukai managed to turn his head around.
Kaido.
He had a smirked carved onto his face as he held a crumpled up paper in his left hand. His buff shoulders were practically flexing themselves out of excitement. Kukai's eyes widened in fear as Kaido slowly opened up the paper. "You know Kukai..." Kaido started to say. Unkai walked up behind the seventeen year old (A/N: I make up ages...) Kaido.
"...you have really great art skills." Unkai added for Kaido. Unkai's long hair was clipped in the back of his head. Revealing his evil smirk. Kaido laughed at the fourteen year olds comment. No one noticed Kukai biting his lower lip nervously.
"Yeah... If you count squiggly lines as art!" Kaido howled.
"Shut up!" Kuukai barked, angered by the fact that his older brothers made fun of his art work. Kukai worked really hard on making that dog. "It's not squiggly lines anyways! It's a dog! Stupid!" Kukai remarked as he jumped high enough to snatch the paper away. Kaido scoffed.
"A dog has four legs. Not two lines for legs." Kaido corrected. Kukai glared at his oldest brother.
"So what!? I'm still trying! You don't gotta make fun of me!" Kukai fired back. "And this was in my room! You can't just barge into my room! Mom said we all can't do that!" he added. " 'Sides, it's a great looking dog!" And with that, Kukai slammed his room door shut. Preventing Kaido and Unkai from entering.
"DAMMIT KUKAI!!!" Kaido shouted as he tried to break down Kukai's door. Kukai only smirked as he started to walk to his desk. Sitting in his wheelie chair, Kukai opened the blue drawers to where he kept all his art supplies. Bringing out different pencils, colors, paint, brushes, paper, and pictures books, Kukai got to work.
Sketching. Dreaming. Imagining.
These were Kukai's secrets. A talent he wanted to perfect. He knew he was far from it. The incident with Kaido was enough proof. Still, why give up when you had the rest of your life to practice? Cracking his fingers, Kukai smiled as he got to work.
"What to do?" Kukai asked himself, putting the end of a pencil towards his chin, tapping it repeatedly. Thinking. Glancing at the crumpled paper Kaido had made fun of, Kukai smiled. "A dog would do."
"Darn it!" Kukai yelled, his echo vibrating through the hallways as he carried basketball supplies with him. "Couch must have cheated at rock, paper, scissors!" Kukai tried telling himself this as he dragged the heavy bag filled with basketballs. Kukai grunted as he heaved the weight up the stairs. Struggling as the weight pulled him down. Kukai felt the sweat forming in the palm of his hands. Oh no! Kukai thought to himself as he used all of his muscle power to carry the bag of balls up the last step. He digged his nails into his skin so Kukai could tighten his grip on the bag. "Almost.....there!" Kukai grunted.
His hands slipped.
"Ack!" someone squeaked as the balls bounced down the stairs. Kukai's first thought was to run away from the little incident and just skip practice to go home. "Oww...." groaned to what seemed to be a feminine voice. It only meant one thing.
A girl was hurt.
Sighing, guilty, and being the gentlemen he was, Kukai ran down the steps and skidded to a stop. He turned his head and found her of all people kneeling on the floor, rubbing her knee. Her slightly wavy, violet hair was down and covered her face. Still, Kukai knew her. He knew her very well. Well, only well enough to know her name.
"Sorry Fujisaki!" Kukai apologized as he helped her up from the floor. The Fujisaki girl looked up at Kukai.
"It's okay." she answered as she rubbed her knee again.
"Y-you see... I was carrying the bag of basketballs and....it was heavy....so...it kinda'.....slipped." Kukai explained. Nadeshiko, the Fujisaki kid, only nodded her head. Looking through her hazel eyes, Kukai saw that she couldn't care as much to what he was saying. It was her nonchalant stare that helped her create an emotionless face. "So..." Kukai continued, studying her face expression. "I'm...sorry...?" he added questionably. It was more of asking himself than for him to be asking her question. Kukai was too busy noticing her face to know what he was saying. Nadeshiko only picked up her stuff and left.
"Bye." she piped up before leaving. Watching her, Kukai shook his head. She was kind of rude. No thank you for saving me? kind of thing? Talk about rude. Rude, but a wonderful stare.
Kukai imagined her blank stare in his head again. I could draw that... Kukai thought as he nodded his head in a positive way. "I could draw her..." he said outloud as he started to pick up the basketballs. Her dull stare was easy to capture. All Kukai had to do was add in detail to her eyes. Something that could match a hollow walnut. Dark, empty, blank. But drawing the shape of her face would be a little harder. Well, I'm not THAT skilled. But... Any artist could tell that her face shape is like an angels.
Crumple.
Kukai looked down at the bottom of his green adida shoe. Bending down to pick the paper up, Kukai opened up the sheet and his eyes widened with amazement. It was the most beautiful picture of a clear ocean Kukai had even seen. And it was all done with a pencil! Lines curved with the flow of the sea. The sun clearly sparkled the end of the day on the sheet. Details were everywhere. A dock was drawn on the side. A little smear here and there to add texture. It was clear.
Whoever drew this was an absolute genius.
"Wow." Kukai breathed as he folded the piece of paper in his hand. This was too much of a powerful, detailed, and complicated sketch to just leave behind. I wonder who drew it... Kukai asked himself as he picked up the remaining basketballs from the hallway. Kukai's green eyes glanced at the clock. "Damn... It's late! I'm late!?" Kukai yelled as he hurried his little chore. Panicking, Kukai just threw the balls inside the large bag and used his adrenaline to shove the thing all the way to the gym.
"KUKAI!!!" the coach yelled. Kukai had to cover his ears to keep his coach from breaking them. "FIVE LAPS AROUND THE GYM!!! NOW!!!" hollered the coach. Biting his lip to keep his mouth shut, Kukai jogged around the gym. Embarrassed that he was so late. Sighing, Kukai thought of the sketch that was in his pocket.
So beautiful... Kukai thought. I think I'm in love...
Arriving home from practice, Kukai jumped onto the dinner table. Rento's squinted eyes looked at Kukai with amusement. The little guy looked to happy. Even worse. Kukai was eating vegetables without complaint! Something was wrong. All of Kukai's brothers could feel it. "What's up?" Rento asked as he flashed a smile. "You look like someone that needs to be pet." Rento added. Shusui shook his head in disapproval of Rento's unneeded comment.
"Yeah, what's with you, brat?" Kaido asked as he slurped disrespectively on a noodle.
"I think I'm in love." Kukai blurted out. Kaido choked on his noodle as Unkai spit out his water he was drinking. Shusui took his glasses off as he cleaned them with his green sleeve. His eyes must've read Kukai's lips wrong. Rento's eyes were finally open as he gaped at his brother who was three years younger than him.
"Say wha?" Rento, Kaido, Shusui, and Unkai asked in sync. A blush smeared on Kukai's face.
"I'm in love..." Kukai repeated.
"With who?" Unkai and Rento asked at the same time, raising a brow in suspicion.
"I don't know." Kukai answered truthfully. He twirled his spaghetti with his fork and his eyes seemed to be off in lala land. "But... She can draw..."
Kukai looked for the art club after school. Wanting to sign up for that activity. Despite all his other ones. But that didn't matter. Green eyes scanned the room. Only three people were in there. Kukai's teacher Nakaido. Who in his opinion, wasn't that great at drawing. That one guy, Yuiki Yoyo (A/N: I know peeps...). And Mrs. Rude. She was sitting on a stool, sketching really hard on something. "Yo." Kukai interrupted. Nakaido turned his head around.
"Souma." he said. "What are you doing here?" was his first question. Kukai frowned but then replaced it with a goofy smile.
"I wanna join in this art club." he stated proudly. "Oh...and, also..." Kukai got the picture from his pocket. The one showing the sunset. "Do you know anyone who draws this well?" Kukai asked. It was snatched from him. Kukai's eyes shined horror as he saw Nadeshiko rip up the dazzling sketch. The one his love seemed to work so hard for. One that looked like it took so much time to add all that detail. Anger bubbled inside him. His first love's sketch was just torn! "What was THAT for!?" Kukai yelled as he shot a glare Nadeshiko's way. Nadeshiko looked at Kukai.
"It was ugly." she said.
If she wasn't a girl, I'd punch her... "No, it wasn't!" Kukai fired back.
"It was." Nadeshiko said again.
"No! It was well detailed! And it's not ugly!" Kukai snapped.
"It was." Nadeshiko said calmly.
"And how do you know that!?" Kukai demanded. He wanted to know why a person would just rip up an amazing piece of artwork. Who in their right mind would do such a thing!? Especially since it looked like that person seemed to work very hard on it! What monster could have--!? Nadeshiko's next words cut him off guard.
"I drew it."
And so I go...