krystalkatzficz | Snapshots

16-year-old Nino stared up at the painting in front of him with a flush in his cheek. It had been six years since he had been bribed to pose for the picture and it was the first time that he had seen it completed. It was difficult to believe that it was him. He was leaning against a wall with a plaster over his nose, and a pout on his lips. He looked pretty cool for a ten-year-old and he couldn’t believe that 1000’s of people had studied a painting done by a teen and considered it high-art. He hadn’t even known that the strange boy that had rescued him and bought him a burger was some kind of genius painter.

Then one day he had been flipping through a magazine while skipping school and saw a glimpse of himself. The painting had only been a fragment of the whole thing displayed by the artist himself, a Ohno Satoshi. His rescuer had changed a lot in the last six years, his hair was cut long about his chubby face and he was wearing torn jeans, and a paint splattered shirt, but he still had the same sweet smile he’d had when he had offered him his hand and picked him up from the floor.

It was such a strange sensation but he had found himself buying a ticket to the end of school show which was being held near the park in which the painting had taken place. It was so strange to be back here again and he wondered why he had bothered coming. He hadn’t even seen the artist himself since he had been here and he didn’t really understand the stuff people were saying. He was just turning to leave when he found his arm connecting with something soft but firm. Blinking slowly, he realised that Satoshi had silently come up behind him while he had been studying the painting.
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Satoshi was bored. He didn’t mind doing the painting but the shows bored him more than he could ever have imagined. Everyone had been shocked when his painting of the skateboarder had won him the scholarship and even more shocked when he had been granted his first show at only 16. They had been following thick and fast since then and now at 19 he was already bored with them. It was the same thing repeated with the great and the good and critics all ripping his paintings to pieces.

He couldn’t say that he blamed them the only picture that he really liked was his painting of the skateboarder. He had hoped to see him again after but there hadn’t even been a hint of him in the park. Taking a glass of wine from the tray he sipped it slowly before blinking in shock as he saw a small figure standing in front of his painting of the skateboarder.

The boy had changed very little in the last six years. His hair was bleached to an almost gingery blonde but his eyes were still dark and his features still sharp and Satoshi found himself moving forward so he was standing behind him when he turned around. Shock flashed through the deep brown eyes and Satoshi gave a smile his heart doing strange back flips.

“Hello, again” He breathed slowly his hand reaching out to the boy. The teen reached out and took his. It was so warm and soft against his own and Satoshi couldn’t help but squeeze his fingers as he finally introduced himself “Ohno Satoshi…”

“Ninomiya Kazunari…Most people just call me Nino”

“Finally, I get to put a name to my painting” Satoshi told him slowly deciding that it was a good name. “Do you want to go get a coffee or something?”

“…Isn’t this your party? Are you allowed to just get up and leave?” Nino asked with a smirk looking surprisingly happy with his suggestion. Satoshi gave a shrug looking around the room at the people milling around.

“I think that nobody would mind, I certainly won’t, come on, Nino”

TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^