Hey guys! Guess what? I'm ba~ack

Sort of. Luckily, I know what this is going to be about. (Hopefully) It'll probably be only 5 chapters, so... Do stick around!
I wonder why they removed the genderbend characters? Mikuo is 'unknown 60' now...

And it doesn't really seem like there's anything or anyone to return to... Maybe I'll just try some other sites.


First

Apart from the screaming and yelling of the boys on the other end of the field, it was peaceful. Not very quiet, but peaceful all the same.

Rearranging the folds of her skirt she seated herself down in front of a large tree, spreading out sheets of paper on the grass before her and setting down her box of crayons. She finally had a bit of time to herself now, at least enough time to complete this piece of art. She smoothed out the paper and picked up a crayon, beginning to colour the spots she had missed previously.

For that moment, she was completely concentrated on her drawing, completely oblivious to the outside world.

There was a loud bang! as a football hit the tree next to her, bouncing off the trunk and rolling onto the grass.

She stared at it, and then looked up towards where it had come from - a tousled-haired boy who was standing at the far end of the field, waving at her. Looking at him for a second or so, she then proceeded to pick up all her papers and crayons and move away.

Smoothing the paper out again, she looked at the drawing of the fairy in pastel hues, long hair and a dress made of pink flower petals. She was especially satisfied with the wings, carefully detailed with as much concentration a six-year old could muster, inking the delicate curves and patterns of the wings with the yellow glitter pen. The rest of the body had been colored, a little less detailed, with crayons. At the moment, she was simply looking over her art, filling in the smaller details, setting in a few final adjustments. She was in the middle of adding specks of gold to the already vibrant pools of honey-colored eyes when a shadow fell over her, and the crayon stopped moving.

"That's pretty." A voice hummed, and she looked up, seeing a boy about her age bent over her. "Did you draw that?" He pointed at the fairy.

She nodded slightly and remained silent for a bit, hoping that if she stayed quiet for long enough, the boy would lose interest and wander away with the short attention span most boys she'd met had. Sooner or later he'd take the ball he'd nearly bashed her with and move away. She stared meekly at the golden spots on the paper, tinged slightly darker with the boy's shadow over them. Eventually, she realized he wasn't going to move.

"Yes," she sighed finally, shielding the fairy's face with her hand, suddenly embarrassed by the quality of her art.

"It's nice." He sat down next to her, setting his mud-stained football to the side. His hair was disheveled and there were streaks of dirt on his face and clothes. "Can I draw too?"

"…Okay." She swallowed, and he reached for a piece of paper, making sure not to lean over her or get in her way. With the paper in hand, he then proceeded to sketch out his drawing, humming softly. Watching him for a moment, satisfied that he wasn't secretly trying to make fun of her, she turned back to her drawing and filled in the last few golden spots.

The two children, each absorbed in their own work of art, sat and colored with only each other for company. Furtively, she enjoyed it – even if he was a boy with leaves in his hair and grubby clothes (she wondered how he had become that dirty from just playing football in the first place), she was thrilled that someone bothered to sit next to her and draw, and even compliment her art of all things. It was a rare thing for her, as she had precious time to work on art like this or people who would be kind enough to be with her. The boys from earlier were no longer screaming, it was just the humming of the boy in front of her now, the sound of crayon on paper, and birds chirping in the distance.

For her, it was comforting.

"I'm done."

She looked up from her finished drawing, towards the boy who was now holding up his piece of paper for her to see. It depicted a crudely but happily drawn picture of a princess with long shimmering hair. Next to her stood a familiar-looking knight in armor. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. She hadn't expected a boy to draw a princess, of all things. A knight or a dragon, maybe, but not a princess alongside it.

"Do you like it?" He asked, sounding a little embarrassed.

She smiled, reaching out to touch the princess's face. "I do."

"Good." He put the paper down, looking rather uncomfortable. "I… I'm sorry. I couldn't get your eyes right. I tried my best…"

"Huh?" She started in surprise, looking up to his face, which she realized had then turned pink, then back down to the paper, now apprehending why both characters looked familiar. "Is that… Me?" She asked, pointing towards the princess.

He nodded, eyes focused completely on the pink hues of the castle background.

Her face was about the same shade. For a minute, neither said anything before the boy stood up, pushing the paper into her face. "This is for you!" He blurted, turning on his heel and sprinting off across the field, leaving his drawing, football, and a very confused girl behind.

She looked down at the drawing. At the bottom of the paper, in a wobbly scrawl, was signed the name "Mikuo".

Miku smiled.