His Artist, His Love! {Chapter 1} {Part 1}
Nino had been living with an artist for three months now. His name was Ohno Satoshi. Satoshi wasn’t a famous artist nor was he a rich one. But he was a great one, dedicated to his work. He was also very handsome; he had a nice toned body, beautiful hands, black hair that feel softly onto his forehead and eyes that always looked dreamy. But the best thing about him was that he was in love with Nino.
Nino was a game programmer. He had always loved playing games, so naturally, after high school he had gone into the game production field. He loved his job, even though the deadlines were hard to meet at times. But he got to work at home and did not have to talk to other people. And most of all, being at home meant he had more time nowadays to spend with his lover, Satoshi.
FIVE MONTHS AGO
Nino had been inside his work room at home for the past four days. He had not slept for more than 5 hours in those four days. He had just sent his work to his boss and he was tired. But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he went to bed now; he was just too tired. So, Nino got up, stretched his stiff body muscles and went into his bedroom to put on some proper clothes. He was going out to relieve his stress.
An hour later, Nino was standing in the middle of a bust street. He often came to this neighborhood when he felt overworked and needed a break. Walking straight ahead, he saw street vendors on every side and high school kids loitering around, as it was a weekend. All in all, the street was crowded, but there was a kind of calmness in the air. No one around him was hurrying somewhere to do something.
Nino came to a stop in front of a shop. The sign overhead read,
“The Da Vinci’s of Tomorrow”
It was one of Nino’s favorite places. Inside the shop, there were a lot of paintings hung on the walls and some that were on the floor and leaning against the wall. They were not arranged like the paintings in those great, big art museums. These paintings were all made by artists who were not famous and some who did not even want to be famous. They painted because it was something they enjoyed doing and Nino loved walking around the shop, browsing through them.
There was one painting in particular that Nino loved. It was a painting of a blue sea. There were two children in the painting, one running behind the other and there were fishing boats in the background. I f you looked close enough, you could see the fishermen on the boats. The painting overflowed with the happiness that was shown on the children’s faces, and a kind feeling flowed from the clear blue water sparkling under the sun’s rays. Standing in front of it, Nino could hear the children calling out to each other. If he stayed for a bit longer, he could hear the water lapping against the boats and also hear the fishermen in the boats talking to the fishes and to each other. Nino loved the painting. It had no title; it was just signed ‘O.S.’ by the artist. Nino had looked around the shop before and found more paintings by the same artist. He had stubbornly bought each of those paintings on his trips to this shop. But this painting- the one that had no name- he had paid for, but had never taken it home. He came to the shop from time to time; he came, stood in front of it and just looked at it. He had paid the storekeeper extra to keep the painting in the shop without selling it someone else. And he had returned to look at it so many times, and today the storekeeper asked Nino why he never took it home.
“The painting does not belong at my house. If I took it home, it would just hang on my wall. And I being buried under my workload wouldn’t find enough time to appreciate the painting as much as it deserved to be.” This was Nino’s answer. “And,” he added with a smile, “I already have so many paintings by this artist at my home already. I think I might be in love with a person I’ve never met!”
A deep voice interrupted their conversation.
“Ne---Ojii-chan! I have three more paintings. Should I just leave them here or should I take them to the back room?”
The voice belonged to a man who looked like he was in his late 20’s. And he looked like he about as tall as Nino, if not taller. He was wearing a white V-neck tee shirt that had a few smudges of paint on it, faded jeans that were barely staying on his hips and open sandals that showed off his perfect toes.
“Oh! You have a customer.” The man who had just walked in looked at Nino, and Nino thought he had never seen a more handsome man in his life.
“Sorry. I just wanted to drop off some of my paintings.”
Nino opened his mouth to say that was okay but closes it fast to clear his throat.
“It-It's fine! I was just looking at some of the paintings.”
“Oh! Do you like that painting?” asked the man, pointing at the painting Nino loved the most. “I painted that. Ojii-chan told me that someone had already bought it but doesn’t want to take it home. Why I wond-” He was cut off before he could continue any more.
“YOU painted that? YOU are O.S.?” Nino was staring at the man, his mouth hanging open, looking ridiculous.
Chapter 1 Part 2
Chapter 2 Part 1 {Friends-Only}
Chapter 2 Part 2 {Friends-Only}
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I want to write a three part story. But i'm not sure if I'll be able to complete it.I tried to post the whole chapter in one post...but LJ said "Post too large"....Waaaahhhh....NO fair!!!! So I'm posting it in two parts.
And I don't like rating my fics. Because I know that even if someone was underage they wouldn't ask their parents before reading fanfics, would they? Anyways, just for warning, There is some kissing in the next chapter, not in the next part!!!
Comments are appreciated.