Puchhi Puri Yuushi
Standard Disclaimers Apply. I do not own Puchhi Puri Yuushi.
I will be using the original names for this fan fiction.
Yucie is Yuushi
Cocolu, Kokolu, is Kokoru
Glenda is Gurenda
Ermina is Erumina
Slender fingers curved around that smooth wooded brush, fingernails lightly scratching the grained and polished oak. It rested comfortably in the hand- it had been there before. The hand, stroking lightly with wide arcs, seemed to know the brush, every knob, every groove. The soft sound of the bristles striking the pale white of the canvas was inaudible to all ears, but the one creating the sound. Brush, paper. Paint, water, brush, paper, picture. And so it went, on and on, undisturbed save for the thoughts of the painter.
'Ninety-nine. One hundred. One hundred-one. One hundred-two. One hundred-three.' Her thoughts corresponded to the brush, with every stroke; a number was added to her mind. 'One hundred-four. One hundred-five.'
"She's been there for hours, what do you think she's doing?"
'One hundred-six.'
"She's painting; she's been doing it…"
'One hundred-seven.'
"…takes long to paint…"
'One hundred-eight.'
"You know her…"
'One hundred-nine.'
"Hey, Kokoru! Kokoru! Snap out of it!" Tanned fingers snapped in the painters view, but her gaze remained steady, the bright purple eyes unwavering behind rounded spectacles.
'One hundred-ten.'
"Kokoru!" The voice sounded exasperated as the painter finally placed her brush in a small clay pot of water, an almost loving gesture. "Kokoru, wake up, I mean it!" The sound was closer to her ear this time.
The painter, Kokoru as determined, raised her head slowly, a slight blush spreading across ghost-white cheeks. "Excuse me, Miss Yuushi. I am sorry to keep you waiting." Polite as always, Kokoru bowed, palms flat against her thighs.
Kindness resonated from Yuushi's voice as she assured Kokoru that she had only been waiting a few minutes. Offering her dear friend a quick smile, Yuushi returned to her previous conversation with Gurenda.
Bowing again, Kokoru resigned herself from the ensuing bickering, as she often did. "Very well, Miss Yuushi…" Their voices trailed off as they walked out, leaving Erumina to glance at the painting.
'She worked long and hard on that particular piece of art. Why does she not show us the results? Does she not wish for praise?' Erumina's thoughts rang through her head as she followed the other girls, throwing one last glance over her shoulder. 'That Kokoru is a strange one…'
Fading golden light spilled from the uppermost windows into the art room, golden clouds outlined in purple and pink in the fading sky visible as the footsteps of Erumina faded into the natural world, leaving the room desolate and alone.
One such ray of light alighted upon the solitary easel, bathing it in golden light, as dust particles danced around, looking as though dust from a fairy had been sprinkled upon the naked easel.
And so it might have been, for the light revealed the exposed painting, a beautiful girl amid a field of tall grass and flowers, holding hands with one shy looking particular, a small smile gracing her stony face as the light blue sky set off her pink hair.
And as that one stand-still figure gazed upon the painting with eyes carefully blank, a similar smile graced its stony face, akin to its double in the painting. Stroking its smooth, delicate surface, she placed a kiss upon the painted cheek of the bespectacled girl.
Turning, she plucked her hat from her head, disheveled pink hair sticking, and laid it gently on the chair in front of the easel.
'A sign, my dear Kokoru. We shall be seeing each other soon…' And she left, that same small smile upon her lips.
