A/N: Written early last school year for writer's workshop.
Freehand
Sai expresses himself in his painting.
The black ink and white canvas are all his; free from the rules of the shinobi. The lines aren't drawn with rulers; they're drawn with a flick of the wrist and the pressure of a hand. Sure, he still doesn't let that smile creep up onto his features, but his body doesn't need to change to show off his emotions. Each stroke, each line… all of it screams out what he's thinking. Even the most insignificant drawing of a snake, (a snake that will come alive with jutsu and kill, no less) can say things.
It's crazy how something that's flat and 2-D can do so much more than his 3-D body.
He was just never allowed to do certain things. But rules and conditioning can't control his art.
Because art only needs be appreciated by the artist… right?