Sketching 'I Love You'
Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! or any of its characters. 'Nor do I own the song Out Here On My Own. It belongs to the movie Fame.
"WIIL YOU QUIT IT!?" Nadeshiko shouted as Kukai kept poking at her side. She slapped his hand away countless times and yet he was so persistent! He just kept poking her and poking her and, it was endless! Bringing his hand away for the time being, Kukai chuckled. Leaving Nadeshiko to give a tight puff of air out of her lips from irritation.
"Sorry." he apologized. "It's just....a little funny.." Freaking hilarious...! He told himself."...when you're mad." When you're so pissed off! He added in his thoughts. Kukai laughed to himself again. Nadeshiko pursed her lips together and clenched tighter on the pencil she was looking for earlier. Continuing walking, Nadeshiko tried to walk faster than him so he could get away. Kukai noticed this and started to jog next to her side.
"Why are you hurrying?" he asked curious. She was power walking so fast, the poor tan boy had to jog next to her. How did she do that, walking so fast? His green eyes looked at her legs instinctively. Her very long legs. Long, smooth, and creamy legs. It must be the legs. Kukai told himself.
"You're unbelievable." Nadeshiko muttered under her breath walking faster.
"Wait up Nade!" Kukai yelled, not trying as hard to catch up to the tall brunette. "And what'dya mean I'm unbelievable?" he questioned, referring to her comment she made a few seconds ago. Nadeshiko rolled her chestnut eyes. Was he serious?
"Just shut up and walk to Art Club quietly with me." she hissed. Kukai pouted at her slightly and did as he was told. He walked next to her quietly. And that was a little creepy to Nadeshiko. She was expecting a poke every now and then, but he didn't. Still, Nadeshiko was wary of what he was doing. He must've been tricking her.
"Sometimes I wonder
Where I've been
Who I am
Do I fit in?
Make believin' is hard alone
Out here on my own
We're always provin' who we are
Always reachin'
For that risin' star
To guide me far
And shine me home
Out here on my own
When I'm down and feelin' blue
I close my eyes so I can be with you
Oh, baby be strong for me
Baby, belong to me
Help me through
Help me need you
Until the morning sun appears
Making light of all my fears
I dry the tears
I've never shown
Out here on my own
But when I'm down and feelin' blue
I close my eyes so I can be with you
Oh, baby be strong for me
Baby, belong to me
Help me through
Help me need you
Sometime I wonder
Where I've been
Who I am
Do I fit in?
I may not win
But I can't be thrown
Out here
On my own
Oh, yeah
Out here
On my own"
Ikuto re-played that song on his iPod. Ever since he and Nadeshiko watched Fame last night, that was all he listened to. It wasn't wrong for a guy like him to like that movie, right? I mean, Nadeshiko practically sang it in her sleep. He knew because they shared a bed. And, okay, so he was a teenage boy who liked that movie (and that specific song), but so did Nadeshiko!
As long as no one else knows. Ikuto told himself. As long as no one else knows I like that movie. He shuddered at the thought that Nadeshiko almost caught him in the act of signing that song this morning. Was he never going to do that again.
Sitting in a relaxing position, his eyes gazed over the empty classroom. It was lunch, so he didn't expect anyone to be in a horticulture class. That would've been weird for him. Sitting in this classroom during lunch gave Ikuto a weird sense of relief. Like he could just sit there all day. In a sense per se; a sanctuary for him. Maybe it was the way the room smelled, all flower-y and good-y-ish. Or maybe it was the way it was just quiet and he enjoyed the wind touching his cheeks from the window. Or maybe it was the way that in this short amount of time was the only time to look at Nadeshiko's picture he had in his wallet. His only picture in his wallet.
Or maybe it was the way that this entire scene reminded him of when he was a little boy and when Nadeshiko was still a little baby. And how their mother used to sing and laugh and paint with them whenever they visited the creek Nadeshiko always sneaked off too nowadays. The sweet smell of the flowers helped his imagination grow and invisualized the creek more clearly. The wind on his cheeks helped him remember how peaceful it was back at the creek. The quietness reminded him of the summer nights where Ikuto and Nadeshiko would creep out of the house just to skip rocks out in the open. Making rippled the still water that flowed by.
Ikuto sighed as he grabbed his black, leather wallet from the back of his pocket. He flipped it open and looked at Nadeshiko's face when she was five. She was so cute back then (Ikuto still thought that she was the cutest thing in the world). Back then, she was still a little chubby too. Especially in the cheeks. And her eyes were much larger while her hair reached her shoulders.
Glancing at the clock, reading it's red numbers, Ikuto took note that he had three minutes left of his sanctuary time.
"I wish lunch was longer...." Ikuto grumbled to himself. "Awe well.... Just one more class and then I have to go pick up Nadeshiko." Looking back at Nadeshiko's picture, a smile found its way to his face. It might've been just those two in their world, and they might have been alone on their own without a mother, but Ikuto be damned if he woke up one day and to find Nadeshiko not next to him in bed (and no, not in that way if there are any secretive little pervs reading this). She was the only reason why he believed life was worthwhile.
She was always his number one girl in life. And always would be.
Nadeshiko was right. After a few minutes, he went back to poking her sides again. Entering the art room with a tense atmosphere, Nadeshiko sat across Yoyo with Kukai at her side. Yoyo looked between the two. His auburn eyes gleaming with curiosity. A grin appeared on his face.
"So, how did it go?" Yoyo asked Kukai. Kukai met the boys eyes and laughed.
"Great." Kukai replied. Nadeshiko fumed at this. These two were so impeccable! She refused to find anything funny about this! That, and her sides hurted. Yoyo looked at Nadeshiko.
"You okay Nade-chan?" Yoyo asked with a feign of worry. She sniffled in response.
"You're a horrible best friend Yoyo..." mummered Nadeshiko.
"Sorry." he apologized as he scrunched his nose up. He did that to stifle his laugh. Coughing, Yoyo started on his un-touched clay infront of him. "I'm gonna make a bridge." he said, starting off the conversation. Kukai glanced at Nadeshiko.
"Let's all make bridges today..." Nadeshiko looked at the brunette boys and sighed.
I wanna leave... She told herself. "Fine." she huffed as she grabbed paper from her backpack. Kukai looked at the girl.
Weird was what she was. She looked so frail and fragile, when in fact she was vicious and fierce. You would never expect a girl like her to be the way she is. Usually in school (not that Kukai paid any attention to her today. He would never do that), she was quiet and kept to herself. Until recess came and that's when she would hang around Yoyo, talking about who knows what. Maybe art (not that Kukai wondered about it)?
Getting his things ready, Kukai brought out the same things as Nadeshiko and started to draw his pic.
"Hey..." Yoyo interrupted, starting another conversation within them. He made sure his eyes never left the clay infront of him. "How are we going to attract anyone to come to art club?" This question made Nadeshiko stop, Kukai noticing her. Her eyes shallowed at the question.
"That's a pretty good question." Nakaido called from his desk. "What do you kids wanna do?" Yoyo shrugged his shoulders. His fingers working rapidly at every sharp and needed detail to his bridge. In his playful mind, he was looking for an answer. Art Club, and though he wouldn't admit it to people who didn't care, like Tsubasa, was like a second home to him. Always has been for him and Nadeshiko. Ever since their third year of school.
"Well, we gotta attract people firstly." Kukai said, his pencil moving, to Yoyo that seemed to be crooked lines, on the linen paper. "How do we attract kids?" he asked outloud.
"Posters." Nadeshiko whispered. Kukai looked at the violet haired female.
"What?" he asked. Not once looking from her sketch, Nadeshiko slowed her movements.
"I said, posters." she repeated. "Like ads, brochures. Things like those. I think, if you make them pretty or cool, it might attract people." Kukai gave it some thought.
"I think that is going to work. Nice thinking Nade-chan! But I thought you didn't like art club?" he asked. Shoot, I'd think that you'd prefer it to end quickly. Kukai was tempted to say that sentence, but restrained himself from doing so.
"I told you before, it's none of your business." A scowl made it to her face. "Leave me alone now." Sticking his tongue out at her, Kukai went back to his bridge with a puff of air.
"Fine." Meanie...
"Done!" Yoyo cheered. Nadeshiko and Kukai looked up. Kukai's eyes almost fell out of his eye-sockets and Nadeshiko examined the clay carefully.
"Isn't that what people call the Golden Gate Bridge? In America?" Nadeshiko asked. Yoyo smiled at her.
"Yup! Isn't it beautiful?" he gushed. Kukai rubbed his emerald eyes with his bare hands to get a better look at the clay model. After staring at it for a good while, Kukai made it official in his brain. This guy was such a show-off!
"It's really nice." Nadeshiko smiled at Yoyo. Yoyo looked back at Nadeshiko and grinned. Joy filling his eyes, and Kukai took notice of that. He sensed a little chemistry from the both of them (and he was not jealous, his green eyes weren't green of envy, honestly). Well, why wouldn't there be chemistry between them? They were the best of friends.
"I thought you'd like it. When it dries off by tomorrow, you can keep it!" Yoyo said excitedly while clapping his hands together. "You can put it next to the car one I gave you." he added.
"I'd like that." Nadeshiko replied with a smile and went back to her sketching. She would really like to keep that Golden Gate Bridge. Meanwhile, feeling proud of himself, Yoyo looked at Kukai's drawing to see how he was doing. And by the looks of it, not very well... In an artistic way of course. Yoyo had no problem helping the brunette across from him either. He decided that if he was going to be in the club, he could at least get a few artistic tips from him. That wouldn't hurt at all.
"He--"
"I gotta go to the restroom." Nadeshiko interrupted Yoyo's sentence. She got up and left the room quickly. Leaving the two boys (and forgotten teacher) alone. Kukai watched her go.
"He--" Yoyo started to say again. But Kukai quickly beat him to it.
"Are you guys really close?" Kukai asked Yoyo. Their eyes locked to each-others for a brief moment.
"Yeah..." Yoyo answered warily. He had a really bad feeling about where this conversation might be heading. "We're close, but only friends.... What's it to you?" Kukai's body stiffened for a moment but then he grew relieved.
"Nothing, I was just curious. How long have you two known eachother?" Now, Kukai wasn't jealous. He was far from jealous of course. The boy was only curious. If he was going to stay in art club, then he would like to know a little bit about his...partners. Knowing that Nadeshiko wouldn't answer any of his questions, he would start with this guy. Yuiki Yoyo.
"Well, we've known eachother since..." Yoyo thought for a while. "Well...a good..." Yoyo tried to find the right words to say. Kukai was just growing all the more anxious waiting for the auburn haired boy to reply. "Well, as long as I can remember really. Toddlers?" With a shrug of his shoulders, Yoyo looked at at doorway, hoping Nadeshiko would hurry up with the bathroom. No one might've guessed, but Yoyo was getting nervous. He hoped that his reply wouldn't make Kukai jealous. I mean, he does like Nadeshiko. I hope I don't get punched!
"That long, huh?" Kukai asked. Yoyo nodded his head and gulped. "That's really....long." Kukai emphasized on the word 'long.' "Must suck for you, huh?" Kukai chuckled as he accidentally dropped his pencil which rolled onto the floor. Now, this is where Yoyo got confused.
"Huh?" he rasped. Sucked? Nadeshiko was one of the most sweetest people in the whole entire world. This kid must really be confused. "Sucked? Nadeshiko? No, she's nice and caring." Yoyo determined.
"WAHAHAHA!" Kukai boomed in the class.
"Whoa!" Nakaido whispered, almost losing his paint brush and almost knocking off paint bottles that clattered around his desk. His attention from his painting turned to the two little boys who just turned into the two-digits category. Why did Yoyo look angry and why was Kukai laughing?
"Nice and caring?" Kukai laughed a little more. "Nice one. Ah-ha." Sighing, Kukai looked up at a tomato faced Yoyo. "What?"
"Nadeshiko IS really nice and caring!" hissed Yoyo. Clenching his fists, the boy glared at Kukai.
"Yeah right." Kukai snapped back. "She's rude and stuck-up." Trust me, I know that she is. Kukai got up from his seat. "Just like how you are now." With that said, Kukai growled low in his throat. Yoyo gritted his teeth together tightly as he could and he felt anger spread through him like fire on a burning building.
"And what could you possibly know about her!?" Yoyo shouted.
"Stop it now, both of you." Both boys looked up at a very serious Nakaido. His features, which were usually goofy and clumsy, looked calm, in control, and frightening. His face which was usually loose, seemed to tighten with irritation. Yoyo could tell that Nakaido was a a little angry because his hair was down. It reached a little past his shoulder and left his wavy, brunette locks cover parts of his cheeks. Nakaido's lime-green eyes didn't have a spark in them either. "Whatever or whoever you're arguing about, don't yell at eachother about it, okay?"
Kukai didn't speak up. He felt, afraid and a little threatened. "Y-yes sir..." Yoyo said, speaking up for the both of them instead. Nakaido raised a brow of his.
"What were you two yelling about anyways?" Nakaido asked. Kukai's heart thumped loudly in his chest. Were they gonna get punished?
"N-nothing sir..." Yoyo stuttered from his lips. Kukai could sense the hesitation in that high pitched voice. Nakaido, who was looking at Yoyo, looked over to Kukai. A lump clogged Kukai's throat, preventing him from speaking. Did Nakaido want Kukai to tell him what was going on?
"Was it really nothing?" Kukai stared back into those bright eyes. He was so scary. But what should he say? Should he agree with Yoyo? Or, say the truth? That this all happened because of Yoyo and himself (Kukai put more blame towards Yoyo)? Without talking, the little boy could only muster a nod from his head. "Fine then. But no more arguing. I'm trying to paint." With that said, Nakaido went back to his desk to work on his painting. A few moments passed between the boys and then they both sighed. It was like a relief from stress. And tension.
"I'm back." Nadeshiko said, her head appearing from the door. "I'm sorry I took long." Yoyo looked at the violet female, glad that she had excellent timing.
"No problem!" Yoyo cheered, his usual self back. Nadeshiko walked her way back towards her seat. Nadeshiko looked towards the clock when her bottom reached the seat.
Uh-oh... "Well, we should finish our pictures soon. And then tomorrow, we have to work on posters. And then--" She was interrupted by Kukai's voice.
'Whoa, whoa, tomorrow?" Kukai gasped. Nadeshiko glanced his way, only a glance.
"Yes, why?" she asked.
"I have to go to frisbee practice tomorrow! Sign ups are that day." he whined in a childish manner. Nadeshiko signed in irritation.
"Well, that's your problem. You're gonna have to find a way to balance out art and sports. Otherwise, you're gonna end up quitting one or the other." Nadeshiko looked back at his sketching. "And...have you been drawing at all?" Nadeshiko asked. Kukai looked at his picture. What was wrong with it?
"Your measurement is all wrong." Yoyo explained. "See the lines for the wood? And that rail you must've been drawing? They're uneven. You have to fix them."
"BUTT OUT!" Kukai yelled instantly, making the two other ten-year olds jump out of their seats. What was he yelling for!? "I don't wanna hear you correct me! If I ask for your opinion, I will." Kukai seethed. He got up from his chair, ready to pummel the boy. Nadeshiko immediately jumped to Yoyo's defense by putting a hand inbetween them (where Nakaido was, they had no idea).
"Don't yell at Yo-kun." Nadeshiko remarked. Kukai bit back his tongue, wanting to curse the little auburned haired boy who was hiding behind Nadeshiko.
"Why not?" he asked instead.
"He was only trying to help you." she replied while Yoyo nodded his head, still behind her. Kukai looked at her confused. "Look, the only way to get better at drawing is accepting criticism. Look, he's right." Nadeshiko pointed to his picture. "Your measurement is off by a lot. Don't get mad if someone is trying to help you. Accept it. It only makes you better." Nadeshiko's poisonous eyes looked straight at Kukai, not wavering under his intense glare. "And I know you want to get better." she ended.
"And how do you know?" Kukai questioned. Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep inside, he knew she was right. And he wanted to hear her say the right words. Whatever the right words were. What he wanted to hear, he didn't know.
"I know because you like my pictures." she answered. Kukai's eyes slowly widened. "And that everytime you see them, you take in what you call beauty. And I notice that you seem to try to learn from them. You admire my little sketches and..." Nadeshiko stopped herself. She couldn't believe what she was about to say. "You tend to fall in love with me everytime you see one of my sketches." Yoyo clasped both hands over his mouth in utter horror. A blush smeared over Kukai's tanned cheeks. Did she really have to add that part (Nadeshiko was practically dying inside)? "Besides!" she snapped, trying to stay in control of her emotions. "No one would even think about joining this club if they didn't like to try art or even care for it a little."
Kukai furrowed his eye brows to keep him from laughing at Nadeshiko. Her face was turning red, whether she noticed it or not.
"And anyways..." she continued. "You want art club to stay here. That's why you're gonna help us!" Before she knew it, Nadeshiko was fidgeting with her fingers. "And....and..." Nadeshiko didn't know what else to say. I was probably blabbing a whole lot of nonsense the whole time! Her brain searched for answers and then that's when her eyes saw it. Kukai's picture. "And.....oh my. Your picture is horrible..." Kukai frowned.
"Hey! Don't make fun of my picture just so you can make yourself feel good!" Kukai tried to put on the serious act by glaring. But looking at Nadeshiko's tomato face made Kukai's stomach tumble all over his insides. And his glare faltered. Instead, he ended up laughing. That's when Yoyo looked at Nadeshiko's cheek and saw a tint of red. He ended up laughing with the other brunette. Nadeshiko made a puff with her cheeks.
Boys.
"You two aren't funny at all." she whispered to herself while crossing her arms. "Some friends you guys are..." she mumbled as she made way towards her seat again. Putting one knee over the other, she put her nose up in the air and closed her eyes. Yoyo knew that pose as;
Leave me alone, bastards.
"What?" Kukai huffed, climbing his way up from the floor he was rolling on, laughing. "What'd I do?" he asked, a little calmer than before. Yoyo, who stopped laughing around the same time as Kukai, jumped up to sit on the table.
"She's just mad." he answered for Kukai.
Darn straight I am... Nadeshiko said in her own thoughts. Her right index finger lightly tapped her arm repeatedly.
"Silent treatment?" Kukai complained.
"Don't bother. When she's like that, almost nothing can make her stop." Yoyo and Kukai looked at eachother and smiled. They were friends already.
"Almost anything?" Kukai hummed in a song-song voice. Yoyo nodded his head, a little confused at why he was happy. Then, Kukai started to jab at Nadeshiko's sides. Nadeshiko almost jumped up, but kept her composure. She was not going to give Kukai the satisfaction he wanted. Yoyo watched between the two kids. As Kukai kept poking her, a smirk was born on his face. That clever Kukai. Nadeshiko was growing more irritated every growing second.
"Poke. Poke, poke, poke, poke..." Kukai chanted at every poke.
"WILL YOU QUIT IT!?" Nadeshiko screamed as she slapped his hand away. "My sides hurt!" she barked frustratedly while rubbing her temples. Yoyo and Kukai bursted out laughing again, this time, pointing at her. Nadeshiko growled. "Glad I entertain you two." she grunted. Yoyo immediately stopped. He took notice of the little pain in her voice. Leaning over the table, he put a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Nade-chan." Yoyo looked at Nadeshiko with loving eyes of a friend. "Did we hurt you?" Nadeshiko replied with a shake of her head. Kukai coughed into his sleeve when he noticed that he was still laughing.
"Ahem... S-sorry about all that." Nadeshiko turned her attention to Kukai, who was rubbing the back of his head nervously. "I'll stop for a while. You know, since your all fragile and...stuff." he muttered under his breath. Kukai found that his heart was thumping in his chest and his stomach was making that weird feeling again. He sensed her hand come closer to him and stiffened. What was she doing?
"Thanks." was all that she said. Kukai looked up (and he literally had to look up) and could've sworn he saw a smile on her face. That her peached lips formed a smile no angel could imagine to beat. How the bottom part of her lip would be slightly slimmer than usual. Kukai rubbed his eyes to see if he was imagining it. And just like cliché movies, that smile was gone. Too bad. Forgetting his little dazed moment, Kukai reached his hand out to her.
"No problem, friends?" he asked. Nadeshiko looked at his foreign hand. Was she just suppose to shake it and become friends with him?
"Er...no." Nadeshiko laughed nervously when she saw Kukai's face frown. Hey, if she didn't want to be his friend, she didn't have to. Who said she had to accept his offer? Scowling, Kukai sat in his desk.
"Fine, but you'll be my friend one day." he vowed.
If he could make her come to art club, how hard would it be to make her his friend?
"See ya, Nade." Kukai waved good-bye as he started his walk home. He offered to walk her home, but as usual, she kept declining him. Well, whatever... He told himself. Stretching his arms to yawn and placing them behind his head, Kukai whistled with the birds. "When I get home, it's straight to bed." Yes, bed time would be the best time.
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Kukai looked up at her face one more time. His heart sped up again. Why the hell was it doing that? It's been doing that a lot recently. And it wasn't just Oh-Speed-Up-Now-Kukai-Heart. It only happened when Nadeshiko was there.
She's the only one who makes me do things I don't let other people do... Kukai grabbed Nadeshiko's hand after that train of thought. The violet female turned around and looked at him, blinking her long lashes.
"What is it?" she questioned, voice curious.
"I like you..." he muttered from his lips.
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"AAAHHHH!!!!" Kukai screamed as he shot up from his bed. The little ten-year old's heart pounded inside his chest, as if it were going to explode. His skin was sticky with sweat and his green eyes were wide with fright.
"Kukai, what is it!?" Kaido shouted as he bust Kukai's room door open. Kukai looked at Kaido, scared but loosened up when he noticed it was only his oldest brother. "Did something happen!? A robber?" he asked in a hurried voice. Swallowing, Kukai shook his head.
"N-no...just a...nightmare." Kukai lied. "S-sorry." he apologized. "I'm just....tired is all." Kaido sighed from relief.
"That's good then. Go to sleep, you little runt." And with that, Kaido closed his door. Kukai let out a huge breath. It was still sunset.
"I should go back to sleep." Shuddering, Kukai curled back into his green sheets. Still, that dream was so freaking real it was scary... Kukai closed his eyes, trying to remember that last line he said to Nadeshiko in his dream. What was it again? "I can't remember it..." he whined, rolling in bed, trying to fall asleep again. Still, Kukai found that he couldn't. "Great..." he mummered.
Kukai got up from bed and went to his desk were he kept his art equipment. Grabbing a pencil and sheet of paper, he started to just draw lines. Lines that curved and went straight down. Lightly sketching (Nadeshiko taught him earlier at the Art Club) and re-tracing lines. Making frills and lace and ribbons that Kukai imagined pink.
Pink?
Kukai covered his mouth with his hands to keep him from screaming again. Now, this looked real. It really did, no lie. He was 100% sure that if he showed this to Yoyo, he would congratulate him. And call him a pervert.
This was a secret he was going to keep from everyone else. It was perfect in every possible way. And it really scared Kukai that he could draw something like this and actually make it look good. Shoot, even the measurements were on point. Gulping, Kukai hid the picture into his desk on the very bottom and went to sleep.
Kukai had just drawn a perfect image of Nadeshiko's pink and lacy undies.
Ikuto ran all the way to make it to Nadeshiko's school. How could he be late!? He was so far behind schedule. It was turning sunset!
Dammit! Ikuto cursed himself. This is why you don't walk to school when driving a car would be perfectly smarter and faster! Praying for his legs to move faster, he hoped nothing would've happened to Nadeshiko. I mean, what if something like kidnapping happened to her? Where would he look? What if they killed her!? Don't think that way Ikuto. He told himself.
Surely, Nadeshiko would be alright.
Arriving on such late notice, Ikuto sprinted to the entrance of the elementary school. Panting, he smiled when he saw Nadeshiko asleep on the steps. Her bag layed on her lap as she leaned to the rusty pole to support her head. Her breathing was even and she looked unharmed. She looked so cute just sitting there. If only Ikuto had a camera. She looked like she did when she was five whenever she slept. After what seemed to be centuries of just staring at his little sister, a happy sigh escaped Ikuto's lips.
"She's alright." he walked over to the sleeping ten-year old and shook her gently to wake her up. "Oi..." he whispered lightly. "Nadeshiko...?" he asked.
"Mmmm...." Nadeshiko furrowed her eye brows a little and moved her head, just slightly though. As if re-arranging her head position on the pole because the previous one was uncomfortable. Ikuto waved his hand infront of Nadeshiko's face to see if she was really sleeping. If she thought she could catch him signing that Fame song again, she was mistaken. Fortunately, she was still sleeping.
Of course.... Ikuto grinned at the little angel before him. She's such a heavy sleeper for a kid. Lightly taking her bag off her lap and placing it over his shoulder, Ikuto turned around and pushed Nadeshiko with his hands so that she could fall onto his back. Succeeding in doing so, he picked her up in piggy-back style and walked all the way home. Her even breaths hit the back of his neck and it tickled him. At least he could tell that she was still alive.
Maybe not driving a car was a good idea after all. He didn't mind it the least. He liked small moments like this. But don't tell Nadeshiko that. It'll be our little secret, okay?
A/N: Next time on Sketching 'I Love You!'
Nakaido looked at his three students exceptionally. They did a pretty damn good of a job saving this club. Now, two more people joined. How they did it, Nakaido didn't know, but who cares? At least they did it.
"Welcome to the Art Club new comers." he greeted with his casual and goofy smile.
"No problem!"
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Kukai heard sobs coming from the bathroom in the girls restroom. He gulped, dare he go in there? Still, he couldn't just go away, could he? His hands itched their way to the knob of the door and he opened without hesitation.
"H-hello? Anyone here? I heard crying... Are you okay?" he asked whoever was in here. This was ridiculous! He should just go out now and keep eating lunch. Kukai could get in trouble for being in this place. Opening stall one-by-one, he reached the last green door. Hopefully, whoever was in here wasn't using the toilet. Slowly creaking the door open, Kukai's emerald eyes widened. "Nadeshiko? Why are you crying!?"
Nadeshiko looked up, her eyes stained red and puffy. Her once wonderful chestnut eyes now swelling with tears. Tears soaked her cheeks as more flowed down like waterfalls. That didn't scare Kukai. What scared him was that her hair was all cut uneven and it was a tangled mess.
"Who did this to you?"