Kira's Assistant
A/N: Just wanted to say that this is what happens to Kira sometimes when she has nothing to inspire her. Atleast until Rei gets home.
Here I am, once again sitting on the edge of my seat looking at a white canvas with no thoughts or ideas to stain upon its surface. How my eyes grow weak and dreary as the sun sinks below it's quilt of clouds and how my hand shivers from the cold and neglect of heat. How I sit apon this stool with my arms folded across my chest and my paint brush set down by my side. As though my paint brush were an assistant waiting for brilliance to appear within it's employer. But I could not give my assistant any instructions, I could not let my hand rest on the canvas and paint. What was holding me back I wondered. I loved to paint, with such colors and with such designs that lit up my life as though a chest of gold had fallen into my fragile hands. I couldn't understand what was happening. Was a new idea beginning to bloom in the young garden of my mind? Was I loosing my ability to paint what I could feel? Had a far away memory been re-awakened and taken over my passion? So many questions flowing through my mind that I could not hold the brush any longer. I felt as though the wood had been set a-flame and had burned the bristles at the tip of the brush to ashes. That all of those bristles falling to the ground were my many ideas that had yet to be discovered inside me. I felt so helpless and so reastrained that I wanted to scream. Soon I realized that my ideas from the brush had not yet left my hands mind. The ideas flowed to the top of my head and started to fly around telling me to use one telling me to paint. I picked up the brush that I had dropped and started to dab the bristles in a light red. I took the brush and started to form a circular motion with my hand on the canvas. It created a red cirlce of fire wich soon enlightened me to go on. I picked up some blue and started to make smaller cirlces inside the red one. I used green and yellow to form a garden inside the red cirlce. It was almost like I was trying to paint my minds creation of sorrow. The blooming garden being lost into a sea of fire. The garden being my ideas for paintings and the sea of fire being my passion to paint. The sea of fire is taking over my love of art and replacing it with mindless thoughts of nothingness. Nothingness. What a word to be said. It means nothing and it is, nothing. But my picture was transformed. It's as though you could see the feelings inside me being transferred to the canvas. Like you could see the canvas accepting my brush as a token of brilliance, of form, or maybe of love. The love to paint art. The assistant was finally relieved of its duties and was very creative in its last mission. My brush will always be waiting for brilliance even though brilliance does not come so often.
A/N: I was bored. And hey! One mans boredom is another mans treasure! R&R please!