This is a short drabble written about Watari of Yami no Matsuei.
Silken brushtip dipped into a faint shade of pink, maneuvering the brush with a flickering of delicate and skilled fingers that normally were glued to a keyboard or fiddling with vials exlposive and caustic chemicals. Paint covered bristles licked at the canvas surface, bringing alive fertile petals that glistened with a sheen of dew on the surface. A quick motion and the brush was laced with a spring green shade that became the stem with one adept stroke. Several more detailing moves and then the brush was set aside and Watari closed his eyes, wishing life into the watercolor image and reaching out to take hold of the many-petaled lotus that blossomed from the canvas. His was a skill that was seldom necessary on the field of battle against the forces that obstructed death, and thusly was often ignored. However it was a skill that he wouldn't change if offered more powerful abilities, for his was the ability to give life where there was none.