CH. 6
Actually, I'll have to admit that there was exactly ONE time when Yoh wasn't so horrid. ONE time, may I remind you…ONE time (is one time for you mind…lallaala..oh! sorry! Getting off topic!) Anyway, yes, it was back in the days when I was six years old. There was an art show that was popular in our city where all the little elementary and kindergarten kids got to submit artwork. Now, I insisted on doing some real artwork because I went to a museum and saw what I thought was real artwork. What I mean, in simple terms is that there were pictures and painting of naked people. There were rooms filled with white statues of naked Greek and Roman gods and goddesses. I immediately pinned in my head that if I were to win this little exhibition, then, I would need to present real artwork, such as these were.

I first set out on my little mission alone and managed to sneak into a men's sauna. While the men sat in a giant steaming pool naked and exchanging stories about their long day's work, I crouched in a corner behind a cart of towels and got out my sketchpad to draw. I picked one model who resembled that Hercules statue I saw. He was about twenty-five years old, bold-featured, and had curly hair, which was my most apparent motivation for choosing him as my model. I immediately drew his head and the outline of his body. (considering that I was only six then, I happened to have looked at that picture, which my mom had saved…and he looked something like a retarded Winnie-the-pooh). I managed to sketch in his hair and color in his eyes, when I was jerked back by the color. I looked up, clutching my sketchbook to my chest.

"What is a little girl like you doing here?" a man, apparently a worker, shouted with rage.

I whimpered answering, "Looking for my daddy?"

"I don't believe you!" The man roared. I could feel that the other men in the sauna were staring. The employee gruffly snatched my sketchbook from my hands and flipped it open. I wanted to die. He shook the book in my face bellowing, "You sick child! Who is your mother? Let me go tell her what a sick little girl she has for a daughter!"

I was lucky because at that moment, Mr. Asakura, Yoh's dad happened to be at the sauna and recognized me. Of course, I'm his future daughter-in law, and he stood up, ready to defend me. "Hey! Young man!" Mr. Asakura said, "aren't you being a little harsh on such a little girl?"

"Look at the pictures she has drawn sir!"

Mr. Asakura only glanced at the pictures, threw his head back, and let a rumbling laugh come bubbling up from his stomach. His laugh was always so jolly and grand. I like it up to this day. Mr. Asakura took the sketchbook from the worker, handed it to me, and said, "Well, wouldn't you say she has such great potential for being an artist? She already has such mature taste for a young lady!"

And Mr. Asakura, rescuing me from the abyss of humiliation took me to his house. Grasping my sketchbook, I wandered through the house and found Yoh playing with trucks in his little sandbox. When I approached, Yoh looked up and saw my sullen face. He asked, brushing his black bangs from his face, while in turn leaving a trail of sand along his forehead, "What's wrong?"

"I just got in trouble for drawing something I wasn't supposed to and if I don't draw a good picture for the show, I'll lose. And I won't have anything to give to them!"

"What did you draw?"

I opened my sketchbook and showed him the sketch of the man I saw. I was nearly done when the employee revealed me from my hiding. "Oh!" Yoh said as he fell back laughing, "You drew that?"

I stood up, quite indignant of Yoh and started to march off when Yoh grasped my arm. "Let go!" I demanded, but Yoh stood up and pulled me back to the sandbox.

"I wasn't making fun of you! I've got one of those! If you wanted to draw that, you could've asked me! I've got one!"

"Really?" I asked.

Yoh nodded as he said, "You can draw me if it's that important to you."

"Really?" I cried jumping up with joy.

Yoh nodded.

I immediately picked a nice little area of the grassy area for Yoh to pose on. He took there, bare except his little white underwear. I shook my head saying with a frown, "You have to take those off too!"

"Why? That's embarrassing!"

"But the pictures at the museum didn't have THOSE on! The picture I drew didn't have that either! Take it off!"

"But, Anna…"

"NOW!"

Yoh hesitated, but back in the day, he was a sweet boy. He took off his underwear and cowered behind the red wheelbarrow that stood nearby. I happened to find that the wheelbarrow was a fitting prop for a picture and let him hide behind it as long as he held a good pose. So, I spent a few minutes sketching Yoh. At the end, I was very much satisfied with my picture and entered it into the contest. Sadly, I won nothing, but the point of the matter is that Yoh had done something nice for me at the expense of his humiliation.

And then, I come to my next class thinking back on that memory and wondering whatever happened to such a kind, sweet little boy? Perhaps it was that one time he had to humiliate himself for me that traumatized him into making it his life's goal to having me pay with great suffering.

And now, girls would hear that story and come squealing to me asking stupid questions like, "Omg! Isn't his body so fine?" and "What a hottie, isn't he?" and other things like that. If they knew how stupid they sounded, they might have stopped because I kept answering with the same four words: HE WAS ONLY SIX.

As for now, Yoh keeps his body inside his clothes, though I doubt he'd object if I asked him to strip down to model for me again. And yes, Yoh is built of great looks and a nice build, but inside, he's lacking anything worth acknowledgement. And I must prove to people that he's nothing but poop in a wine glass! He might be nice to look at, but inside, there's nothing but that awful stench of MinWoo-the-jerk-to-be-my-future-husband-that-I-wished-just-dropped-dead-in-front-of-my-face.

NOTE to readers" … I haf nothing to do these days.. want me to update 2 chapters everyday? Or more? don't mind…. Just ENJOYY