A/N: I haven't the slightest idea what made me read this theme title and think of finger-painting. XD;;
But whatever it was, I like it! :D
Yeah, two updates in one day. XD Because I write these things during class, and like I said, I've got another... Well two other theme-sets for other fandoms, and I've got to type them up and post those as well... XD I don't care what anyone says, Kohana's a cute big ol' kid! XD The proceeding lines are Runlebee's "Seven Rings In Hand". XD
No such thing as an arrow through who dreams. Hopes may burden but forever last to give in. So many things need a push or pull to begin. Un-free to move unless another hand gets in.
VII.) Tie Dye
Sayuri stands and looks up at the easel in front of her, a sarcastic expression on her face. "We're... Face-painting...?"
"No!" Kohana interrupts, holding various tubes of multicolored paint in her arms. "We're finger-painting!" Red and blue paint drips from Kohana's fingers as she puts the tubes down, writing something else on the easel. "Red and blue make purple~." Sayuri sighs as Kohana gets more inept with her painting, waving her arms in the air with each 'stroke' she makes.
"You're such a big kid," Sayuri mumbles, sitting in a chair and folding her arms. Kohana glances at Sayuri through the corner of her eyes.
"Watch that 'k' word, kid," she says, getting back into her work. "You should really try this, Sayuri." Kohana smiles, nodding her head. "It makes you think ahead of all of this complicated crap. It forces you to go back to primary school. You see how the colors mix and match together like that? Look at the greens and yellows turn to light-green in an instant with the stroke of a single finger..."
"All I see is a pile of nothing," Sayuri says, rolling her eyes. Kohana narrowed hers, scoffing.
"That's because you haven't put your fingers IN the paint, Sayuri-fukutaichou," she purrs, which makes Sayuri twitch.
"I'm NOT your lieutenant," Sayuri shoots back, folding her arms. Of course Kohana only smiles at her daughter's reaction.
"Ah, but you are." Kohana looks at Sayuri, feeling the goopy substance in-between her fingers. "Sayuri-fukutaichou, I love you. Now hold your hands out so you can start painting with me." Reluctantly, Sayuri does just that, Kohana walking over to her and squeezing the paint into the palms of Sayuri's hands. She glances up at Kohana, noticing that she has a frighting amount of paint in her hair and on her face. The paint feels cold in the palms of her hands. "Now! Go fulfill your destiny!" Kohana commands, pointing the the easel next to her.
Sayuri stands up and looks at the blank canvas. "I can't believe this," she mummers to herself. "This is stupid. This is dumb. Out of all the things I could be doing right now..." She pauses, looking towards her mother. Kohana's eyes are glued to her painting—putting her hands on the board and making hand-prints wherever they seem to fit. "How can she act like we weren't trying to kill each other a couple of minutes ago?! Finger-painting is so stupid..." Sayuri smashes the paint in both of her hands, writing her name into the board.
She stands back admiring her work, even if it does look like a two-year-old drew it. "Sa. Yu. Ri. Outtaike," Sayuri chants, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. After that, she begins to smudge the paint in the open white spaces, putting emphasis on her name. She has to admit to herself as she steps back to see if everything is okay so far. Her name really is a great one, and she owes Kohana for naming her.
"We are all liars," Kohana says out of the blue, not really directing her comment at Sayuri, but because Sayuri is the only one in the room, Sayuri takes offense to it. "Verse after endless verse, I can't escape the echoed words. I long to find a cure for the feeling I find in these chords, and as this paint mends into my soul... I can't seem to escape my blotched reality."
Without warning, Kohana's paint tubes fall towards the ground, making Sayuri advert her eyes towards her mother. Kohana stands there with her eyes glued to the ground, looking at the paint seep onto the floor. "I've vanished from this picture, haven't I?" Kohana says, cracking a smile. "I'm gone, huh?"
"Stop being so dramatic," Sayuri says, a deadpan look on her face. "Just pick up the paint and work yourself into it you big baby."
"Sometimes Sayuri," Kohana begins, waving her index-finger across her painting, "working someone into the equation can be like magic." Sayuri stops etching words into her painting and looks at Kohana. She can not see Kohana's painting, but she can see the purple, electric-like lightning shooting from her fingertips as she continues to play in the goop. Kohana turns her easel around, smirking at what she has produced.
And within that same time period, Sayuri's jaw drops, for what is lying painted on Kohana's canvas is a picture of Sayuri drawing on her own. "I told you blue and red make purple, Sayuri-fukutaichou..."
"How did you...?"
"But of course, things always hide behind the mask of an illusion," Kohana cooes, snapping her fingers. The expert-like picture disappears and fades to two people—two stick figures holding hands with a yellow sun shining next to them. "Just because it is real doesn't mean it holds actual meaning. Magic is just something others use to hide their flaws. I don't like using it. Which is why I aim for the 'formal approach'."
Smiling, Sayuri tilts her head. "So I'm the one with the purple hair?"
"They both have purple hair, silly."
"So I'm the taller one?"
"... Not exactly, Sayuri-fukutaichou."
Sayuri smiles. "Good. Because I like this painting better than the old one."
