deadflowersgarden

by grumpysasuke

Three years after being left by his ex-fiancé (who he recently discovered that was in a fucking band), Sasuke found himself sitting in the middle of his workroom, filled by paintings. With gray and blue paint under his fingernails and the smell of cigarettes filling the room, he tried to remember the last time he had a laughter. Naruto came to his head, embarrassing him by talking

"Actually I don't know much about it, but I think this exhibition is about one person" a tall, slightly spiky blond-haired guy with blue jeans commented. He looked at the paintings on the wall without much interest.

"Do you think?" Sasuke replied, looking at him from the corner.

"Yeah. But I don't think it's about someone who's already dead," he straightened up the handle of the mossy green backpack on his shoulder, continued the reasoning. "It's about someone who left him."

Sasuke ran her fingers through her own hair. The fringe was behind his ear, and he felt the oily texture. He couldn't remember the last time he washed it.

"The author would agree with you" he remarked, hearing the boy ask if he knew the artist. "I painted them. You did an interesting analysis."

Naruto smiled. "My cousin has an art blog. She's the reason I'm here. I ended up getting something, right? She loves filling her house with this," he pointed some paintings on the wall. "and explaining the meaning of them."

Actually, there weren't many people in the gallery– at least not in that specific session. It was a small gallery for small artists. The blond-haired boy pulled his backpack forward, looking for something. A sandwich? He opened the plastic package, but didn't bite.

Sasuke bowed an eyebrow. "It's forbidden eat or drink inside the gallery."

Naruto passed his eyes through him, stopping at the unlit cigarette he had between his long fingers.The pale dark-haired artist curved his lips, staring at Naruto back. The blond's blue eyes glowed with amusement. "It's forbidden smoking inside the gallery."

"I'm not smoking" he said, shaking his cigarette at the height of the boy's head.

"And I'm not eating," Naruto replied, mimicking the gesture and lifting the sandwich in front of Sasuke's eyes. The artist made a low noise with his mouth. Naruto thought it was funny because he looked like an upset child.

"By the way, I'll go outside, then"

"If you do so, you'll have to pay again to come back in." Sasuke pulled the sleeves of the winter black collared blouse he wore.

Naruto shrugged, smiling easy, which Sasuke realized must be the boy's habit. "Oh, I have no plans on going back."