Period 4: Art

Theme 7: Sketch

Words: 374

Author: Lillie Bell


"Motoki! Motoki!" Mako called as the girls entered the Arcade. The blond whose name was being called so loudly turned towards them. His cheeks were slightly pink from the attention the patrons were paying him.

Mako bounded up to him, showing him her creation. "Look, isn't it a perfect replica?" She shoved a sketchpad under his nose. "I mean nothing can beat the real thing, but it looks pretty good, right?"

He could make out some circles and boxes, but that was about it.

"Are you learning about abstract art?"

"Abstract what?" Mako stared at him. Minako pushed her aside and nearly smacked Motoki's nose off with her pad.

"No one cares about a stupid turtle, Mako-chan. No, the real deal is with squirrels. Everybody loves squirrels."

Unfortunately, the drawing looked nothing like a squirrel. But Motoki said something nice about it anyway. Mako and Minako didn't pay him much mind, though, as they had started fighting about how squirrels were out to take over the world and no one thinks anything evil about a turtle.

"What did you do, Ami-chan?"

The girl blushed, but did not open her sketchpad. "I think I took the prompt too seriously."

"Oh?"

"I sketched a schematic for a device that can make sketches."

"Oh." Motoki sweatdropped. He knew when someone was out of his league, and Ami was unquestionably so. He turned to Usagi, hoping for some semblance of normalcy but she was gone. A lone sketchbook lay on the counter. Unable to stop himself, Motoki took a quick peek.

There on the page, amid a dozen roses, was a perfectly sketch drawing of Tuxedo Mask. She had every nuance down, every stitch in his cape, even down to the one scuffed button third from the top. But what she was missing were the eyes. The mask was colored in a soft white, only slightly opaque, but no eyes shown from behind. Motoki, however, knew exactly whose face the image belonged to.

"What was the prompt again, Ami?"

She was surprised out of watching the ensuing fight between the other girls. "Love," she answered. "Draw something that you love."

He shut the pad, a smile on his face. Maybe he would let them figure it out themselves.