A/N:Now a series of one-shots.
Inspiration.
Summary: Cause to make an art, you needed a beautiful subject.
Gray Fullbuster whipped his head from right to left, making sure that the place he chose was safe. He would not risk of being caught of his fangirls. Lately, he had been bombarded of tons of women. He knew he had fansclub in their school, Fairy Tail Academy, but now, it was not only in his school, but in others as well. After he had participated in the Grand Sports Games—which every school in Fiore participated in, his popularity skyrocketed.
He sighed as he let his back slipped down the tree he was slumping at. He was blocks away from the famous Elite Academy, a school for rich and very smart students. Erza's boyfriend studied there. What was his name again? Ah Jellal. Also, his cousin, Ultear studied there. The school was, just like the name stated, for Elites, prince, princess, studied there, sons and daughters of business tycoons as well. He tugged his lips into a smirk as he shrugged his polo off, he really hated their school uniform— it was really constricting, and pulled his sketch pad and pencil out of his bag.
He needed to sketch something. His hands were itching to do so. The raven-haired man was so distressed that these past few days he felt like he had lost his touch. Though all the sketches he had made were still beautiful, he felt like something was missing, something was…off. And he needed to get it out of his system.
He started to sketch something only to make him irritated more. He wanted to reach for his hair and pulls it out of his scalp. When he finally thought he could not do any better, he let his eyes wander ahead. The sun was not that hot for it was lowered from his usual spot, the place he was sitting down at was cooler, and he silently thanked the tree that shared its shade. Some of the sun's rays that were stubborn peeked from the tree's leaves down to his lap and pad. The fresh breeze kissed his skin and made his fringes sway from side to side. He liked it. It was so peaceful. And that was when he saw her.
She was sitting at the waiting shed. He did not know what made his eyes drawn to her. But she was definitely…pleasing to the eyes. She had her hair down and falling gloriously on her back. It was in the shade of blue, the same hue he used in his mural painting when he colored the calm sky. It was in a mess of curls that made him reminisce of the waves he first faced when his father taught him how to surf. Even from afar he could not help but noticed her porcelain skin, even with the roof that covered her from the sun, she seemed like glowing. She sat there like a princess would, straight, postured, elegant and with utter gentleness that an heiress should possess.
He did not understand how he was able to tell that she had long cobalt lashes or how he pictured the way it kissed her cheeks, as her eyes swept from the page she was reading. When she reached out to flick a tendril back, he could not help but admire how long and slender her fingers were. She made him wonder if it was as soft as it looked like. Sometime along her reading, her lips would curve in a smile, and Gray felt his stomach being punched. It felt like ounce of air left his body. She was beautiful, but when she smiled, that was when Gray thought she was magnificent.
When the breeze came towards her, she calmly tucked her skirt safely. Gray felt his cheeks heated up when he caught glimpse of her flawless legs. The midnight-haired teen swept his gaze back to her face and was amused upon noticing a speck of red hue on her cheeks.
She was an art; a beauty sheltered and was never meant for anyone to laid eyes on, but the worthy, himself.
Without further ado, Gray quickly took his pencil, and started scratching it down his pad. The few swept, turn, and patterns he did, did justice on his sketch. His eyes swept back on her as he continued scribbling down.
He wanted to capture her.
He wanted to engrave her.
He wanted to create something as beautiful as her.
He was on his few touches when a limousine stopped in front of her. Upon hearing the screeched of the car, her eyes….he looked down on his pad and noticed that, her eyes, they held no warmth. They looked melancholic.
For someone who topped in his classes, and who won in the Grand Sports, Arts division, he failed to notice something important. The eyes of his subject. The eyes that showed emotions, the eyes that carried the true meaning of art. He failed to see her eyes.
A chauffeur and men in suit came out; the chauffeur opened the door for her, while the others took her things and held an umbrella over her head.
He watched the scene in front of him unfold. Rich. That was what came up to him, and he took note of her uniform, she studied at the Elite Academy.
He did not know what was with her that sent his heart racing and that made his hands to turn clammy. But when she smiled in appreciation towards her bodyguards and chauffeur Gray thought he had lost it. She was about to duck and enter the car when her eyes landed on him. And he unconsciously held his breath, hoping that he would turn invisible. His whole body turned rigid, and made him glued in his position.
That very moment, he knew, he knew that the eyes that he first thought were lifeless were full of emotions.
She quickly looked away and entered the car but before she did, Gray scrunched his eyebrows together when he caught glimpse of her very red face. And for the first time in his life, he used the word cute to describe something rather….someone.
He looked down on his pad and smiled, thanks to her, he could make tons of arts.