Saki sat on the edge of her bed. And pencil in one hand. And a piece of paper in the other. Her blue hair barely touching her shoulder. Her dull brown eyes glared down at the paper. Mariko watched amazed by what her sempia could do. She wondered why Saki hated her art so munch. Often times saki didn't like to talk while while she was doing art. But today she seemed to be in a good mood.

"Sempia?" Markio squeaked looking up for the ground.

"what?" Saki asked. Not looking up from her paper.

"Uhh-, I was wondering; Mariko shuttered trying to think of the words to say," Why you don't like your art?"

Saki looked up. Her expression unreadable. Her brown eyes stared at her for a moment. Then her expression turned mad and annoyed.

"Y-y-you know you don't have to tell me if you don't want!" Mariko shouted failing her arms all over the place.

Saki sighed.

"Good. Because I don't want to. I have my reasons. And they are my own." She said flattly. And then she started to draw again.

Markio wiggled. She wanted to know so bad. Her sempia's art was great. But Saki hated it. More than anything. She wondered why is this the reason she crys at night.

"Saki? Do you have bad dreams at night?" Markio finally asked after awhile.

"Yes." Saki repiled annoyed. "Is there a reason why you keep asking me questions Mariko?"

"well i just wanted to know why you hate your art so munch. And is that reason you cry at night?" Mariko blurtted out quickly. Rolling her shoulders up and looked down.

"I hate my art because there is always somebody better. And my art is never good enough for anyone. There is always a problem with it. And yes that is the reason I cry at night.Saki said putting away her pen and paper.

"how do you see me cry at night Mariko?" Saki asked getting up. Annoyed. Depressed. And pissed.

"I noticed one night when I couldn't sleep.' Mariko said giving Saki a hug.

Saki stood there lifeless. It was hard to tell if she liked it or not. That's when A tear hit Mariko's cheek. She opened her eyes and looked up. Saki was actually crying.
Saki never cries. Ever.

"It's ok sempia. I like your art."

And of crouse that statement Mariko knew would never help. But it was nice to think that it would. -
I wrote for the people on DeviantArt who keep asking me why I don't like my art. It's short I know. It's a drabble. Its suppose to be short. The way Saki acts is like me.
I don't cry. Unless I am in church or in movies. I didn't cry when I was hit by a car.

Saki (c) Me (Bangdoll)Deidaraschibiluver(DeviantArt)

Mariko (c) Midnight-Calling (DeviantArt)