Snapshots - Skate boards and painting
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krystalkatzficz13-year-old Satoshi looked out over the lake his eyes focusing on the ducks which were bobbing up and down in the water getting the seeds that were being thrown by the younger children. He was trying hard to focus on the painting that he was doing for his art project but not having much success. His mum had told him to do a landscape but he had always been more interested in painting people. Of course, he could have added in the children that were playing or the adults that were watching them with eagle eyes but there was no focus, nothing that would draw your eye to the painting. Already he was behind three other students in his class and if he didn’t do well this time he wouldn’t be in with even a chance of the scholarship that his parents were so determined that he get for the summer school.
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth he turned away from the lake to look at a skateboard park that was only a few feet away. There were quite a few children messing around on the half-pips, rails, and steps but his eyes were caught on one in particular. He was doing some fancy flips on his board which had a painted top of yellow and blue. He was younger and smaller than the other boys and Satoshi got the feeling that it wouldn’t be long before they grew irritated with him.
Sure enough, as Satoshi watched one of the older kids stalked towards the boy and placed something under his wheel. Satoshi couldn’t see what it was but it had the smaller boy falling forward as his board the stopped dead. It all appeared to happen in slow motion and Satoshi felt almost physically sick as he saw the boy’s face smash into the wall he had been approaching. He imagined that he could hear a crunch but he did hear a loud cackling coming from the other teens that had been standing around watching. Letting out a swear Satoshi broke the paint brush in his hand and stalked over to the skate park. The teens were still laughing as he knelt and offered a hand to the boy. It was with a weird feeling of Déjà vu that he said;
“Help you up?” The boy turned to look at him, blood flowing down from his nose, his chin, grazed and red. His eyes were angry but there was something like tears in them and Satoshi had to stop himself from calling him little one and pulling him into his chest. It was strange how familiar he looked but he couldn’t figure out why. He held out a hand and to his relief the boy took it allowing himself to be helped up.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Nino hissed with pain as he tried to put his foot down and realised that he had grazed his knee and arm. It was partly his fault for not wearing the proper protection he supposed but it hurt none the less. Reluctantly he allowed himself to be walked away from the skate park stopping only so they could pick up his board before moving to the lake where there was an artist’s set-up positioned with an empty canvas.
“Sit down, I’ll clean your cuts” His helper said slowly pushing him down onto a strange little stool in front of the canvas and Nino stuck out his bottom lip trying his best not to sob at the pain and wondering why all of this felt so familiar to him. A bottle of water was fetched from a canvas bag and before Nino realised what was happening his cuts were cleaned and a plaster was placed over the most severe. “It’s okay if you want to cry”
“I don’t…I’m not a cry baby” Nino mumbled as he blinked away his tears and he pouted as his hair was ruffled “So who are you? An artist?”
“Trying to be, hey? If I buy you a burger or something, can I paint you?”
“…Burger first…” Nino agreed with a nod unable to work out why he wasn’t weirded out by the thought but there was something so incredibly familiar about it all that he wanted to help.
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth he turned away from the lake to look at a skateboard park that was only a few feet away. There were quite a few children messing around on the half-pips, rails, and steps but his eyes were caught on one in particular. He was doing some fancy flips on his board which had a painted top of yellow and blue. He was younger and smaller than the other boys and Satoshi got the feeling that it wouldn’t be long before they grew irritated with him.
Sure enough, as Satoshi watched one of the older kids stalked towards the boy and placed something under his wheel. Satoshi couldn’t see what it was but it had the smaller boy falling forward as his board the stopped dead. It all appeared to happen in slow motion and Satoshi felt almost physically sick as he saw the boy’s face smash into the wall he had been approaching. He imagined that he could hear a crunch but he did hear a loud cackling coming from the other teens that had been standing around watching. Letting out a swear Satoshi broke the paint brush in his hand and stalked over to the skate park. The teens were still laughing as he knelt and offered a hand to the boy. It was with a weird feeling of Déjà vu that he said;
“Help you up?” The boy turned to look at him, blood flowing down from his nose, his chin, grazed and red. His eyes were angry but there was something like tears in them and Satoshi had to stop himself from calling him little one and pulling him into his chest. It was strange how familiar he looked but he couldn’t figure out why. He held out a hand and to his relief the boy took it allowing himself to be helped up.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Nino hissed with pain as he tried to put his foot down and realised that he had grazed his knee and arm. It was partly his fault for not wearing the proper protection he supposed but it hurt none the less. Reluctantly he allowed himself to be walked away from the skate park stopping only so they could pick up his board before moving to the lake where there was an artist’s set-up positioned with an empty canvas.
“Sit down, I’ll clean your cuts” His helper said slowly pushing him down onto a strange little stool in front of the canvas and Nino stuck out his bottom lip trying his best not to sob at the pain and wondering why all of this felt so familiar to him. A bottle of water was fetched from a canvas bag and before Nino realised what was happening his cuts were cleaned and a plaster was placed over the most severe. “It’s okay if you want to cry”
“I don’t…I’m not a cry baby” Nino mumbled as he blinked away his tears and he pouted as his hair was ruffled “So who are you? An artist?”
“Trying to be, hey? If I buy you a burger or something, can I paint you?”
“…Burger first…” Nino agreed with a nod unable to work out why he wasn’t weirded out by the thought but there was something so incredibly familiar about it all that he wanted to help.
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
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Date: 2017-02-17 02:24 pm (UTC)I always have a soft spot on fics with chibi Nino and Ohno characters. 💛💙 cute~
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Date: 2017-02-17 05:13 pm (UTC)ngaawww so cute 😍
thank you
and i'm waiting for the next part 😉
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Date: 2017-02-18 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-18 03:51 am (UTC)