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Kanjiru
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CHAPTER ONE
As the brush was dipped in the ink Aunu wondered. What will he paint today?
He gathered his thoughts and made something up. He wrote in kanji a short little story…
“He is soulless… and every emotion he has is thrown away. Everyone except for his purpose; to save everyone….”
“What’s next…”(Aunu thought).
He was not really inspired, not that anything around made him inspired. He was standing in his grandfather’s studio, which had the design of an old Japanese house. Even if Aunu lived in Japan, it was odd around for this style houses around this modern day neighborhood. The room was bright, as his father and grandfather had made this wall out of concrete and installed a large window so sunlight came in…. he looked down at his own complexion. His ivory skin, black hair and white clothes. It kind of bothered him that he looked so weak. Even if he had put some muscle on, a little, he still looked pathetic. He was also friend-less and didn’t like to talk to people much as he thought to himself most of the time in school. He was always writing little stories and drawing characters, so he was in the process. Then the thing that he hated about himself most: his metal arm. This was a result of a car accident from a few years ago when he was twelve…. His arm was badly wounded so it had to be amputated. Thanks to that everyone regarded him as a freak… it was horrible. At last, he thought the rest of the story and the character up.
“That’s why he is a knight, a savior of everyone.
The one…
The only….
Nataku.”
He was finished, with the prologue at least. Now for the character. He began with the eyes , drawing them a little closed and cold. Then the face. He created him like a typical bishonen , tall strong and handsome , unlike him .The hair was silver , so with watercolors he did it , the eyes purple with emptiness .His clothes where Japanese styled robes , all in black . After it was done , he heard someone burst into the room. It was his father.
“Grab your coat and get in the car!” he yelled , almost showing traces of nerv wreak.
Aunu thought. “Why , what’s the matter?”
His father turned painstruck. “Your grandfather had a heart attack.”
His father turned painstruck. “Your grandfather had a heart attack.”
As the brush was dipped in the ink Aunu wondered. What will he paint today?
He gathered his thoughts and made something up. He wrote in kanji a short little story…
“He is soulless… and every emotion he has is thrown away. Everyone except for his purpose; to save everyone….”
“What’s next…”(Aunu thought).
He was not really inspired, not that anything around made him inspired. He was standing in his grandfather’s studio, which had the design of an old Japanese house. Even if Aunu lived in Japan, it was odd around for this style houses around this modern day neighborhood. The room was bright, as his father and grandfather had made this wall out of concrete and installed a large window so sunlight came in…. he looked down at his own complexion. His ivory skin, black hair and white clothes. It kind of bothered him that he looked so weak. Even if he had put some muscle on, a little, he still looked pathetic. He was also friend-less and didn’t like to talk to people much as he thought to himself most of the time in school. He was always writing little stories and drawing characters, so he was in the process. Then the thing that he hated about himself most: his metal arm. This was a result of a car accident from a few years ago when he was twelve…. His arm was badly wounded so it had to be amputated. Thanks to that everyone regarded him as a freak… it was horrible. At last, he thought the rest of the story and the character up.
“That’s why he is a knight, a savior of everyone.
The one…
The only….
Nataku.”
He was finished, with the prologue at least. Now for the character. He began with the eyes , drawing them a little closed and cold. Then the face. He created him like a typical bishonen , tall strong and handsome , unlike him .The hair was silver , so with watercolors he did it , the eyes purple with emptiness .His clothes where Japanese styled robes , all in black . After it was done , he heard someone burst into the room. It was his father.
“Grab your coat and get in the car!” he yelled , almost showing traces of nerv wreak.
Aunu thought. “Why , what’s the matter?”
His father turned painstruck. “Your grandfather had a heart attack.”
His father turned painstruck. “Your grandfather had a heart attack.”
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