The Boy Who Painted… - Chapter 5
Ueda x Kame
Multichapter
Rating: G (for now)
Summary: Kame dreams of paintings with life and soul. He paints and paints and hopes that one day that he will achieve it. One day Ueda comes to him out of his painting and Kame is thrown into a chaos of a curse, a blessing and a mix of the past. Can he find himself and his heart which he had lost to his paintings before?
Notes: not feeling 100% today, but here you go, its long overdue
He breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned against his apartment door. How had it even gotten in? He shuddered at the thought. Nothing made sense. How could a cat just casually wander in? He didn’t live on the ground floor, he didn’t leave windows open and he most certainly didn’t let it in.
It haunted him. Those eyes, the voice, its intentions.
Kame shook his head. He should sleep. He’d gone too long without it and it was starting to affect his thinking.
He glanced at the painting, the nerves building inside of him as he had painted the face. It felt so strange. The eyes stared back, the life in them almost frightening. Kame loved it, loved him. It was almost as if he would blink back, almost as if he could breath. Kame had dreamed of this, but he never felt like he’d be able to achieve it. It was exhilarating yet frightening.
He frowned.
And Kame startled backwards. He rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly at the painting. He must have imagined that. There was no way that it had really happened.
After all that only happened in dreams.
He turned away, heading towards his bed and letting himself just fall on to it. He was too tired to care about the haunting feeling of those eyes following him across the apartment.
~~~~~
It was nearing late afternoon when he arrived at the next village. Somewhere deep inside he feared it. Wouldn’t it have been nice to keep walking forever and not have to face rejection again?
But here he was, in the next quiet town where there was a temple. He walked through the silent streets, his mind’s voice screaming worries at him. What if he got rejected here too? What would he do then? He’d need food, but for that he’d need money and he had already proven himself useless on a farm and in a house. How would he be able to do anything?
The temple loomed in front of him, big and ominous…
and silent.
Just like the village had been.
“Hello?” he called out, his unsteady voice echoing back at him.
No response, no movement, nobody…
It was strange and eerie. He carefully made his way forward, looking around, searching. No one seemed to be around. It was very strange, and getting stranger…
It was getting dark though and he didn’t really have much of a choice of where to stay. He quietly slipped into one of the rooms, promising himself that he’d find someone tomorrow and apologise for the intrusion then.
The room he found was large, with a small cupboard on the side. He sat on the floor at the edge of the room, staring blankly ahead. He wasn’t tired yet, but there didn’t seem to be much to do here. His eyes fell on the large screen wall that ran down the largest part of the room.
His fingers itched.
That would be a great place to paint a really, really big cat.
He knew he shouldn’t.
He knew he really shouldn’t.
But he was never good at resisting and he was soon reaching for his brushes in his bag.
~~~~~
Kame felt hot.
It wasn’t an uncomfortable hot; just one he wasn’t used to. He wanted to roll over, throw the covers off his body and return to his sleep. He felt like he hadn’t had enough yet. But he couldn’t move. Something had pinned him down, something kept him still. Something was not right!
Slowly he opened his eyes, his messy apartment greeting him. Not much seemed amiss, so what was holding him down.
He stared down to find what it could possibly be and his eyes fell on the discarded kimono on the bottom of his bed. That was not his. Kame can’t even remember the last time he had worn a kimono.
His eyes were fixed on the material, it seemed familiar, he’d seen it before, but his half asleep mind couldn’t really recall where from right now.
He tried to sit up, maybe then he would remember it. But as he shifted, the weight upon him groaned.
And Kame froze… blankets don’t groan…
Somewhere inside the panic was slowly building. He turned his head, spotting the arm thrown over him, then the messy copper hair that was lying on his back.
Kame screamed, scrambling away with all his strength to get out from under the other person, only to unceremoniously land on the floor with a loud crash.
Another groan, soon followed by muttered curses…
… and then he sat up.
Kame could do nothing but stare in disbelief at that face; the one that he had stared at so much now, the one that he had closed his eyes to.
He quickly glanced across his apartment at the painting.
And a white empty space in the middle of the picture greeted him back.
Kame turned back in horror. The kimono with the singed edges lay crumpled at the end of his bed, and the naked man stared back at him with a raised eyebrow.
Kame just screamed again.
Multichapter
Rating: G (for now)
Summary: Kame dreams of paintings with life and soul. He paints and paints and hopes that one day that he will achieve it. One day Ueda comes to him out of his painting and Kame is thrown into a chaos of a curse, a blessing and a mix of the past. Can he find himself and his heart which he had lost to his paintings before?
Notes: not feeling 100% today, but here you go, its long overdue
He breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned against his apartment door. How had it even gotten in? He shuddered at the thought. Nothing made sense. How could a cat just casually wander in? He didn’t live on the ground floor, he didn’t leave windows open and he most certainly didn’t let it in.
It haunted him. Those eyes, the voice, its intentions.
Kame shook his head. He should sleep. He’d gone too long without it and it was starting to affect his thinking.
He glanced at the painting, the nerves building inside of him as he had painted the face. It felt so strange. The eyes stared back, the life in them almost frightening. Kame loved it, loved him. It was almost as if he would blink back, almost as if he could breath. Kame had dreamed of this, but he never felt like he’d be able to achieve it. It was exhilarating yet frightening.
He frowned.
And Kame startled backwards. He rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly at the painting. He must have imagined that. There was no way that it had really happened.
After all that only happened in dreams.
He turned away, heading towards his bed and letting himself just fall on to it. He was too tired to care about the haunting feeling of those eyes following him across the apartment.
~~~~~
It was nearing late afternoon when he arrived at the next village. Somewhere deep inside he feared it. Wouldn’t it have been nice to keep walking forever and not have to face rejection again?
But here he was, in the next quiet town where there was a temple. He walked through the silent streets, his mind’s voice screaming worries at him. What if he got rejected here too? What would he do then? He’d need food, but for that he’d need money and he had already proven himself useless on a farm and in a house. How would he be able to do anything?
The temple loomed in front of him, big and ominous…
and silent.
Just like the village had been.
“Hello?” he called out, his unsteady voice echoing back at him.
No response, no movement, nobody…
It was strange and eerie. He carefully made his way forward, looking around, searching. No one seemed to be around. It was very strange, and getting stranger…
It was getting dark though and he didn’t really have much of a choice of where to stay. He quietly slipped into one of the rooms, promising himself that he’d find someone tomorrow and apologise for the intrusion then.
The room he found was large, with a small cupboard on the side. He sat on the floor at the edge of the room, staring blankly ahead. He wasn’t tired yet, but there didn’t seem to be much to do here. His eyes fell on the large screen wall that ran down the largest part of the room.
His fingers itched.
That would be a great place to paint a really, really big cat.
He knew he shouldn’t.
He knew he really shouldn’t.
But he was never good at resisting and he was soon reaching for his brushes in his bag.
~~~~~
Kame felt hot.
It wasn’t an uncomfortable hot; just one he wasn’t used to. He wanted to roll over, throw the covers off his body and return to his sleep. He felt like he hadn’t had enough yet. But he couldn’t move. Something had pinned him down, something kept him still. Something was not right!
Slowly he opened his eyes, his messy apartment greeting him. Not much seemed amiss, so what was holding him down.
He stared down to find what it could possibly be and his eyes fell on the discarded kimono on the bottom of his bed. That was not his. Kame can’t even remember the last time he had worn a kimono.
His eyes were fixed on the material, it seemed familiar, he’d seen it before, but his half asleep mind couldn’t really recall where from right now.
He tried to sit up, maybe then he would remember it. But as he shifted, the weight upon him groaned.
And Kame froze… blankets don’t groan…
Somewhere inside the panic was slowly building. He turned his head, spotting the arm thrown over him, then the messy copper hair that was lying on his back.
Kame screamed, scrambling away with all his strength to get out from under the other person, only to unceremoniously land on the floor with a loud crash.
Another groan, soon followed by muttered curses…
… and then he sat up.
Kame could do nothing but stare in disbelief at that face; the one that he had stared at so much now, the one that he had closed his eyes to.
He quickly glanced across his apartment at the painting.
And a white empty space in the middle of the picture greeted him back.
Kame turned back in horror. The kimono with the singed edges lay crumpled at the end of his bed, and the naked man stared back at him with a raised eyebrow.
Kame just screamed again.