Her Art
This is just a quick story that gives a bit of information on my Akatsuki OC. I actually wrote most of it in the last 15 minutes of science.
She sat alone in her room, the room she was forced to share with two men, neither looking much older than her, even though only one was actually her age. The female artist stared at the beginnings of the sketch she was working on, thinking.
It was a perfect time for that, too. Her friends who shared her room had been sent out on a mission and she was alone. No distractions. Not that there were very many any other time. The older man, the one she referred to as "Danna", meaning, "master", hated distractions, especially while working.
Mea began reflecting on the points of view she, Sasori-No-Danna, and Deidara-Sempai had on art. Danna believes beauty should be preserved and last forever. Sempai believes beauty has a shining moment then goes out with a bang.
And with Deidara, that "bang" was all to literal.
Mea, on the other hand, was torn in between. She believed beauty should be around so many generations could enjoy it, however, she also believes that nothing lasts forever. And, if it must go out, it should end with a spectacular bang. Which only adds to why she is torn between the two viewpoints.
Mea's art was, unlike her superiors, two-dimensional. This is her art. Beautiful and everlasting, yet easily destroyed. Incapable of going out with a bang, not without help. And yet, if it gets that help, which is truly ending with a bang? Certainly the source of that help should get more credit, right? That's what Mea thinks.
And even still, all three artists would argue over who was correct. And, though it was never actually said, the arguments would also consist of whose art was more effective in battle. Mea had realized long ago just how useless her art was. Though it was beautiful, the worst it could do is give someone a paper cut, and even so, how would manage to do that to a ninja in the heat of battle?
Still, either way, Mea believed that art was art and it all had its own essence of beauty. Art served a purpose. Whether that purpose is to blow something up or just something pretty to look at, as long as the purpose is served, will it really matter when and how its beauty comes to an end?
I guess its up to you.
Shiagari
Hope you enjoyed that. Review or not. It's up to you.
Shiagari means finish.