Drago stared at the blank sheet of canvas before him. He had
no idea what he should paint for the Halloween dance. He looked
around, the other students seemed busy enough. Even Hsi Wu
was painting, and he noticed with annoyance that he was pretty
good.
He growled to himself quietly. What the hell was he suppose to
paint?! He knew that, if he still had his tail, it would be twitching
in aggrivation.
"Hmm..."
that struck him as a good idea...
He dipped his paintbrush into the paint and began stroking it up
and down the canvas. After five minutes or so however he began
biting his bottom lip, and then scoffed in disgust. He wasn't very
good at painting. Strike that. He sucked.
His 'self portrait' looked more like a cartoom of a vaugely humanoid
gecko...
It was as if the universe was mocking him.
He put the canvas aside and got a fresh one, he tried again. this
time he would try to focus on one thing at a time. first he tried
painting his eyes. They turned out pretty good, so he tried to draw
his mouth, full of pointed fang-like teeth. He frowned at the result.
It looked like a bunch of interlaced triangles, like something in one
of those corny saturday morning cartoons he use to watch as a kid.
"Grrr!" he thought to himself, why couldn't he get it right?! It was
one thing that he couldn't use chopsticks But come on!
Painting?!
Hsi Wu leaned over and looked at Drago's progress.
" Nephew, I have to be honest. You suck."
"Tell me something I don't know..." He muttered under his breath.
"You smell like ashes and smoke is comming out of your nose,"
Hsi Wu said with an evil chuckle as he turned back to his own work.
Drago took a few calming breaths. The last thing he needed was
for anyone noticing his 'feiry' temper.
"Oh well..." he thought, it's not the end of the world...besides he
could always ask-
He stoped himself before he even thought it. There was NO way he
was going to ask his father for help. His father was too fond of
making Drago literaly beg him before lifting a claw-hand, Drago
mentaly corrected-to help him.
And Drago, most decidedly, was not going to stoop that low.
Jamie looked over her list. She'd completed her homework, and
was considering what costume she should wear to the School
Halloween Dance. It was only a week away, after all and she
needed to pick out a good costume.
She had several possible ideas:
Ghost
Vampire
Angel (oh the Irony....)
Cat woman
Witch
an Alien
or (if all else failed) a Zombie
It was a pretty pathetic line up, but it was all she could think of.
"What's that?" Drago asked, looking over her shoulder.
"Idea's for a costume to wear at the Dance. It's a costumed
Dance."
Drago looked over the small sheet, "Heh, these are pretty lame...
though I have to admit, it'd be interesting seing you in spandex."
Jamie rolled her eyes. "Would you be serious?"
"Sorry, J, I'm having trouble with painting something for Art class.
I'm, uh...not very good. I can sketch great, but I can't paint to
save my life."
Jamie giggled, "Well then we're both pathetic."
Drago nodded, "Yeah. I think I could help you out with your
costume though."
"Jamie raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Yeah. I'm going as Tamaki. Me, Hsi Wu, and Po Kong are going
as the dudes from Ouran High School Host Club You could
go as one of the other guys."
"who're Hsi Wu and Po Kong going as? Jamie asked.
"Uh..Hsi Wu is going as Hikakru and Po Kong is going as Kaoru."
"That's a little weird..."
"Not really, they hang out all the time. They could pulll it off."
"Hm...maybe" Jamie said shrugging, "I guess I could go as Haruhi."
"Why Haruhi?"
"Because she's like me. Stuck with a bunch of weirdo's who
control my life."
"Hm. good point. but you relize, if you go as Haruhi, people will
think you're going as my date."
Jamie rolled her eyes, "Yeah right, everybody thinks we're cousins."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that..."he said shrugging.
"Okay, so there's my problem solved...Maybe I can help you with
your painting. Show me your sketches." Jamie said.
Drago pulled out a large pad of sketch paper. Jamie flipped through
them, "Hey, these are good..." she said, "Really good...Maybe
you should just turn these in?"
"Because they have to be paintngs."
"How bad could you be?"
Drago pulled out one of his 'paintings' from class, "See for yourself..."
Jamie looked at it and grimanced, "Oh... that IS bad...."
Drago sighed, "Yeah...I know."
"Maybe you could ask your-"
"NO" Drago said firmly, "not even if you paid me."
"Why not? He's an expert."
Jamie had seen Shendu paint. He was amazing, which probably came
from his centuries of experience.
"He may be an expert, but he's still the same jerk he always is.
Remember the time he made me beg him to help translate that
book?"
"In the Demon Netherworld? How could I forget?" Jamie asked, "but
you should still ask him."
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Both of them looked at Shendu who was painting near the window,
trying to get the best out of the light. Drago sighed, "Fine, I'll do it...
But you sty over here, I don't want any witnesses."
Jamie watched from her place on the couch as Drago walked
over to Shendu and spoke with him. She saw Drago hand Shendu
one of his paintings. Shendu winced. Drago said something else,
Shendu was silent for a moment and nodded.
They exchanged a few more words and Drago whent back over
to Jamie.
half to himself.
"What'd he say?"Jamie asked curiously.
" He said I was the most hopeless excuse for a painter he'd ever
seen."
"Ouch.."
"Yeah well, he figures maybe he can teach me, but he's gonna
be a living hell doing it."
"Well, at least he didn't ask you to beg him."
"Yeah. At least I got that."