| Fan Fiction |
by biniBningPunkista
So here I was blankly staring at the ceiling. The masculine smell of Toma’s bed was a welcoming comfort for me. He hasn’t come home yet, that guy just burns out himself in that huge office that he has.
The thing being about being an artist is that when I do a project, an artwork… it’s like a part of my soul is pouring out of me and is being transferred to that piece of art. Now that I’m thinking about it, if my painting gets sold… it would be like a part of me being torn out. I can’t understand why I’m feeling like this when this is what I really wanted.
I was still contemplating with myself when I heard the bed room door open. I didn’t even bother to look up who it was. Clearly, Toma just came in.
“Don’t open the lights. It would hurt my eye.”
”This isn’t your room.”
Though he said this, he didn’t open the lights. My eyes were closed, I heard shuffling of clothes and the opening of a locker and sliding of drawers.
“Toma-kun…”
Silence.
“Yes?” he answered.
”Ano… can you sleep with me tonight?” I asked with a small voice.
”Baka. I’m so exhausted right now I can’t even think of sex.”
”You are the one who’s a baka! Stop thinking hentai stuff for a change alright? I meant for you to sleep beside me.” I was silently shaking my head with how he reacted.
Was I THAT hentai that he had to say that?
”Ah… souka. So THAT’S what you meant, just to sleep beside you.”
This statement made me smile. I could just imagine his look while saying this. He would be raising both eyebrows while puckering his lips. My eyes were still closed, but I could hear his foot steps walking towards the bed. I felt his weight on the bed as he lay down beside me. Feeling for his chest, I inched closer and cuddled him.
“What’s wrong Inoue?”
”I’m… sad.”
”Because of…?”
”My paintings… I’ll be losing them.”
”Souka…”
”Its weird ne? This is what I wanted… but then I feel like I don’t want it. This feeling sucks. It’s like being dumped but actually glad to be dumped.”
My head was on his chest and I could hear his heart steadily thumping in his chest. He was softly caressing my hair like I was a kitten who needs attention from her master. This is how comfortable it feels to be with him.
“Mao… I would never know how it feels to give out a piece of art since I was never good at it.”
I gave a small chuckle when he mentioned this. I remember in college we had to take an elective class… Erika and Toma took arts, because elective class was not supposed to be a part of a student’s major subject. Believe it or not, my course was not in line of Art. I was a business management student. For us to pass the subject we had to submit painting projects by the end of the semester. That’s how I ended up doing Erika and Toma’s projects. I knew I was good at it, but my parents never believe that I can make a living out of art. They gave me a bargain that if I was able to maintain my grades in the course of business they would support me on my art.
Here’s where Toma and Erika comes in. Toma would be drilling me in all of my math subjects, while Erika helped me on my book and defenses. In between this I did my art. No one knew that I earned a Bachelor degree in Business and had a GPA grade of 90%, only my two best friend and family knew this. Now that my parents knew how much I loved my art, they’ve gradually accepted this. At the age of 23, here I was… going to have my very first gallery show tomorrow and having second thoughts of selling out my art.
Then something about what Toma said struck me that my anxieties swiftly went away.
“What I understand about art though, is that when you pour out your soul on that work then a person will be able to have it… a piece of you is being transferred to them. Think of it as sharing your soul instead of letting it stay within you in a stagnant way,” he gave a moment’s pause waiting for an argument that never came, and then he continued on, ”through this… you would be able to make a mark of yourself. Make history in your own book. You’re not tearing away your soul but you’re going to share it. Let them know how it feels to be Inoue Mao through your paintings.”
”I never thought of it like that Toma-kun... I guess I was so absorbed of my feelings that I never gave it a thought of sharing it out.”
There was a long pause of silence. Then I finally spoke up.
”Arigatou Toma-kun…”
”I didn’t do anything.”
”You actually did a lot.”
I hugged him and let my head rest on his arm. My eyes felt heavy that I slowly slipped into a dreamless sleep.
~To Be Continued~
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Till the next chapter… Ja ne!
-biniBningPunkista