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on a feedback happy high* Thank you
so much to everyone that has replied! You
have no idea how incredibly encouraging it is.
Makes me wanna write! ^___^ I
like this fic - I've drawn from real life experience, and I like how it enables
me to get it down onto paper realistically.
Life Drawing class is really cool where I take it, and we get to do loads
of cool things - some of which you will see later on.
^_^ Anyhoo, onto the fic!
Disclaimer:
Naa� they're not miiine! Shame�
Title: Captured in Charcoal - Part 6
Author: Koko Kitty ([email protected])
Archive: Ask first please!
Category: AU fluffage.
Pairings: 1+2+1
Rating: Future NC-17
Warnings: Shonen-ai implications and future yaoi lemon
Feedback: I dare ya� ^_^
Notes: Thank you again to all those that have R&Red.
*tackle glomps*
Captured
in Charcoal - (part 6)
A
GW fanfic by Koko Kitty
Heero
grunted irritatedly at himself. Packing
his things together, he wondered whether it was logical that he didn't want to
attend Life Drawing if Duo wouldn't be there.
He would never have debated such a thing in the past, but since that day
that Duo breezed into their class as the model, he found that he was doing a lot
of crazy things. Like delaying
having the leave the class if Duo was still lingering.
Like wondering whether to go to class or not because Duo hadn't been
there for the past two weeks�
He
pulled out the two pieces that had derived from the last couple of classes.
The first page was dotted with various sketches of the same man that had
modelled when they were looking at how people differed with age.
/When Duo last modelled�/ Some
of them had skulls drawn next to, or over them as they had been studying
skeletal structure and how everything connected.
The
second, were a few sheets on which they had done some ink work.
Loose, expressive brush strokes danced on the pages, wonderfully
describing the relaxed poses the model had been in.
Heero
smiled lightly at his work before placing them onto his bed to file away later. He looked at the time - he needed to set off now if he was
going to arrive on time. He debated
it, shaking his head at himself when his argument was /Duo might be there�/
He closed the door behind him, listening for the gentle <click> and
double checking the door was locked before leaving for class.
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Heero
glared. He knew he shouldn't have
bothered attending! He listened
idly for what they were to do today, glaring at the old woman that was today's
model as if it was all fault that Duo wasn't the one sat in that chair.
He sighed quietly, his annoyance rushing out along with the breath of air
he exhaled. Reminding himself that
he was here for the class and to learn, he slouched over to get three sheets of
coloured paper.
/Hmm�/
He
glanced behind him to look at the model. Only
three colours to play with� He
decided finally on an off white cream, blue and purple.
Hopefully he had made a decent decision.
Bending down to reach for a pair of scissors and a stick of glue, he
returned to where he was sat in class today.
This was going to be a lot trickier than he initially thought.
They were to use cut out shapes of paper to make an image based on the
style that Dali worked in. He sat,
thinking for a while. Glancing over
at the books that were laid out on the floor for them to use as reference
material, he looked at the model and the boards that had been placed behind him.
Separating what he saw in front of him into the back, middle and
foreground, Heero started.
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A
few glances round at other peoples' work for guidance, a few peeks at the books
a short distance in front of him, one break and a short eternity later, Heero
had finished.
He
glanced down at the floor to see a mass of paper shredded, small slivers
scattered about; a bluey-purple sea of paper.
He looked up, seeing the pristine, neat piece of work in front of him and
smirked slightly; he'd just finished
on time.
What
he saw interested him. It had been
a challenge to do, and an interesting method to use.
The figure was reclined in a chair, a hand supporting her head and the
other relaxed against her leg. He
had used the off cream colour for her face, hands and neck, doubling it up for
the background where he had used it for the walls of the room. Her jumper was blue, the trousers purple and he had used the
opposite colour for each to do the creases and shadows of the fabric.
He had found it difficult to use only the three colours allowed to create
an image where there were so many colours.
He had to use the whitish colour for the floor, and the blue for the
plant. It had been fun though, and
the outcome was artistically simple. Packing
his things up, Heero headed home feeling satisfied.
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He
hesitated.
Standing
beside the bright red post-box in the cold wind, Heero turned the letter he held
in his hands. The crisp brown
envelope contained the reply slip to the offer that the college had made him. He had marked down that he was accepting the offer, but was
now wondering if it had been the right decision.
He contemplated. It would be
the most sensible choice. The
course was an art course where he would spend a year experimenting with a
multitude of art based things. He
would get the chance to do photography, design, sculpture� the course would
hopefully help him decide what he wanted to settle on doing.
He posted the letter. The
Life Drawing and computing courses he was taking at college after school hours
were useful to satisfy his other interests, and he would continue them when he
went to college in September. He nodded to himself, sure that he had chosen to
do the correct thing. He wouldn't
be tied down with anything specific as of yet, and he walked home, glad he had
sorted that out.
Arriving
home, he took his jacket off, shivering as the warmth left him.
Pushing his shoes off, Heero padded over to make a cup of coffee,
flopping on the sofa and turning the TV on as he waited for the water to boil.
He tapped his fingers idly as he flicked through the various channels
available. He was bored.
There were a few people he called close friends that he could ring, but
he didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment.
He closed his eyes, relaxing against the plush, cool leather of the sofa.
His thoughts lazily meandered to the teasing, playful image of Duo.
Heero realised he hadn't thought of him much today, caught up in the
bustle of school and chores. He
tried to pin down Duo's character. He
was playful, popular, must have knew he was stunning and friendly enough to talk
to him. An all round nice guy.
He
smiled sadly. His daydreams told
him that they would be good friends, but the way he acted in his daydreams
didn't leak into how he was in real life. He
wasn't cool and suave around Duo, and didn't have the charm or confidence to
invite him to dinner. He was
thankful when the whistle of the kettle sounded, able to abandon his confusing
thoughts in favour of making a warm drink to huddle over.
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TBC
~KK
04/04/2002
My
train of thought ran out, and it seemed an OK place to stop, so no more for this
part yet. ^_^ Phew!
I can't believe that this is part 6 already�
The action's going to start soon, but I'm debating over the order of some
events. I'm stalling� I don't
know which event to make happen first! I've
had a relaxing holiday so far, but realised that I now have sh**loads of work to
do. >_< *sighs*
Guess that's my evening planned then�
:(