Chapter four: Paintings

"Gil…. why the hell are you guys still following me?" I sighed and turned to glare at the trio, who was still following me. Sure, they had helped us to carry Kiku's stuff to the dormitory, but why didn't they leave me alone now!? "I can go back by myself."

"Cómo? But you seem….," Antonio started, but apparently he had another idea. "Oh, I see. Well then, we'll leave you alone!"

And with that, he left with Francis, but Gil still stayed with me.

"Apparently those two are more smarter than you….. can't you just leave me alone already?"

"Nein. You seem interesting, so I want to talk to you," Gil chuckled, and walked next to me, grinning way too happily. "Plus, I'm awesome and you definitely need someone awesome next to you. And I don't want you to be attacked again."

"Shinjimae…," I growled and hurried a little, only to be stopped by Gil, who apparently didn't want me to leave. "What is it now?" I groaned as I turned to look at him.

"Why are you always running away?" Gil asked, and caused me to freeze for a moment.

"I'm not running away from anyone on anything…," I said and pulled myself free, before I headed back to my home.

"Hey….. why is he like that?" I suddenly asked and stopped a girl who was passing by me. She seemed little scared of me, so I ruffled her hair and smiled a bit, causing her to relax.

"Um, who are you talking about?" she asked, and looked around the art class. I pointed at the boy near the window, who had pitch black hair, and who was doing some depressive looking painting. "Oh, Kuro? I'm not completely sure. Last year, when it was almost December, he was like that too. But…. every time someone asked him why he is like that, he'd just glare them and tell them to leave him alone. So I wouldn't… hey, where are you going!?"

I didn't listen to her, I just approached the boy as silently as I could. Luckily he didn't notice me, until I was right behind him. I hadn't seen him even once during the weekend, and neither today during school.

"Hallo," I said, causing him to flinch.

"What the hell do you want?" Kuro growled and turned to glare at me. Just like the girl had said. I grinned happily and sat on the chair next to him.

"I heard that you belong to an art club, so I came to see if it was true," I said and looked at the painting. It was… weird. He had painted a cemetery, and was making it look like it was raining in the painting. Which was awesome. Not as awesome as I am, but close enough.

"Well, now you have seen that it's true, so could you leave me alone?" Kuro sighed and returned to work with his painting, trying to apparently ignore the awesome me. I frowned a little, and looked around. Few students were staring at us, but after a small glare they all looked away.

"Hey, why are you doing that?" I asked as I turned my attention back to Kuro, who still kept ignoring me. "I mean that painting," I continued and pointed at the art work in front of him.

"Am I not allowed to do what I want to?" he growled after I had moved in front of him, making him unable to continue painting. "Now move, I need to continue this…"

"I didn't mean I like that. It's just so un-awesomely depressive," I pouted, but moved back next to him.

"It' still not you business," Kuro sighed and continued to paint, still stubbornly trying to ignore the awesome me. I watched him paint, but got bored quickly and started to look at the other paintings and drawings in the room. I noticed that many of them were done in the same style, so I guessed that the same person had made them.

"Hey, who made this one? It's really amazing," I said as I looked at a certain painting. It had park in it, surrounded by cherry trees, it was actually impossible to not recognize them, and some woman was smiling in it. And I could have sworn that I could see through her a little. But…. she seemed so sad, and it made it look really beautiful, but also little depressive. Like the woman was some kind of a ghost. It was really beautiful, and I really wanted to know who made it.

"That? Kuro made it last year, also during this time. I heard that he spent many hours doing that. He has also done many of the other paintings in this room," a guy, who I hadn't noticed at first, said and looked at it too. I stared at Kuro, who was ignoring the world again, with quite surprised look on my face.

"Can you show the rest of them to me?" I asked and looked at the guy who had appeared next to me. He nodded and, although bit reluctantly, showed me all of Kuro's paintings. Few of them were depressive, and also done during this time of year, but most of them were normal or cheerful, and all of them were really awesome. But still not as awesome as I am.

"I didn't know you were so good at painting," I said as I returned next to Kuro, causing him to flinch again. He really focused on painting if he didn't notice me until I spoke.

"It's not that amazing," he mumbled, and I could have sworn he was blushing a bit. I smirked happily, and leaned closer.

"But it is. I can't even draw a cat, and you make those paintings look like a real artist had made them," I chuckled, and Kuro did his best in looking only at the painting he was working with.

"Do you want something?" he suddenly asked, and left even the awesome me speechless for a moment.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I was finally able to nearly whisper, and Kuro glanced at me quickly before he stopped painting.

"You're probably complimenting me only to get me to do something for you," he said with a cold tone, and glared at me for a while.

"You know, you're way too suspicious about others," I sighed, and leaned back on my chair, looking at the wall with a bored expression. "You really should try to relax a bit."

"I don't want to," Kuro stated bluntly, and apparently started to prepare to leave. "Oi, I'm leaving already!"

"Okay! Just remember to come here on Wednesday too," the girl I met said, and waved to Kuro, who had already left. I hurried after him, not wanting to lose him like I had on last week. Wait, I'm too awesome to lose anyone. I simply let him go, okay?

"Hey, why are you on the art club?" I asked out of curiosity, and received a small glare and a sigh.

"I just like to paint, okay?" he mumbled and after that didn't even look at me. "Now stop bothering me."

"Well, you are also really good at it," I chuckled, and again I could have sworn that Kuro was blushing a little. "But why were you making that depressive one? Most of your paintings weren't like that."

"I have my reasons to that, and I do not want to talk about them," he said with a cold tone, which told me to not ask any more questions. For a while I just followed him, until he suddenly stopped. "Why are you still following me?"

I actually had to think for an answer for a while. I didn't have any particular reason to follow him, but it was nice to just be with him. And he was funny, being all snappy most of the time. And it was interesting to see how differently he acted with each person.

"Ich weiss nicht, aber du bist lustig," I chuckled, and even though Kuro didn't seem to understand me, he apparently got what I meant. Since I got punched in the stomach right after that. "Entschuldigung…" I managed to whimper as I held my stomach. Gott, how hard did he just punch me?

Kuro just rolled his eyes and started to walk again, apparently heading to his home. I was really curious to meet his parents, so I followed him. Which seemed to annoy him because he walked little faster when he noticed that I was doing so.

"Stop following me already!" he snapped once he reached one house, and ran inside, without giving me even the chance to go after him. I just chuckled, and headed to own home. I still had a lot of time that I could spend with him, and there was no way that I wasn't going to do so.


Hello everyone! Sorry, I've been really lazy in updating my fanfiction, but here you go, another chapter! I really hope you people like reading this, because I want this to be something enjoyable to everyone. Okay I'm blabbering something random so... I'll just shut up for now. ^^'