Blue Eyes I First Saw

Chapter 38

I look at my painting book on the art mat and the palette on my hand. It makes me giggle every time I realize that I'm going to paint again. 

“Seikatu.” I called while staring at the small canvas on the book. “Do you think; I can paint?”

“Mmm. You still can paint, Sei.” he said.

I met his eyes. “Should I paint my dream a while ago?” stifling my smile is hard so I just turned my head on the lake.

“If it's what you want, why not.” shifting comfortably on my seat, I can still feel his stare.

You're a part of it. I chuckled to myself and started painting. 

All through the process, Seikatu's eyes lingered on me and I don't know what to feel about it? His attention makes me want to do good happily. It makes me calm but carefree. I even like the feeling of it even though the natural nervousness he brings in me is still inside me making me giggle, and smile.

A little frown grew on my face as I can't combine the right shade for the sky. I want to know what the sky's color is today. I sighed and washed out the shade I did to my paint brush.

“What's the matter?” Seikatu asked, watching me. 

Looking up to the sky, I study every bit of it to get the right shade. “I want the sky's color today on my art—” my tongue got tied upon meeting Seikatu's eyes.

He stared at me with more intensity and raised his brows. “You're an artist, Zyosei. You can make that sky of yours more lively.”

I smiled at him. “Why? Thank you, Seikatu.” I now know how to combine and get the right shade. 

I busied myself on the palette again and smiled as I got the very very right shade for the sky which has Seikatu's eye color. It's more lively!

Seikatu might find me some i***t grinning from ear to ear while painting. My happiness is just so overflowing that I can't help not to smile even in my very little strokes. 

“Zyosei.” he called softly, making me turn my head to him with a grin. 

I blinked as I realized that he captures it with his phone and chuckled to himself. “You asked me to take pictures of you.” he defended himself.

I smirked at him. “I look that radiant today to be on your album?” he shook his head with a smile. “Well it's fine if you'll send it to me later.” I turn back to my painting.

Ahh! It's so wonderful! I swallowed the joy in me and clasped my hands. All I have to put are the two people under the tree and some more details to make it more lively.

I stare at Seikatu for a minute to memorize his features. He's looking at me too but I'm more comfortable with it. It's just I don't know? I like his attention and I have to slap myself because he didn't finish his fourth book I guess? I, myself, and me, as the reason. 

I smirked as he does, turning myself back to my work of art.

“What's the title of it?” he asked.

“Dream?” I chuckled. It makes sense. “The lady I'll put later on is sleeping and she's dreaming of what's currently happening to her in reality.” I explained.

“I thought it's because the artist dreamed of what she painted.” he chuckled, making me flushed beet red with tomato cheeks. I hope he didn't see that red me. 

“A painting might not revolve to the artist.” I said softly to clear my name. 

“But she can paint herself artistically.” 

I smirked within myself. “Seikatu you're raining me a bunch of compliments. Should I let my head bubble a bit?”

He grinned at me. “Isn't it already bubbly?” he returned.

I'm not bubbly. I know I'm not. It just shows when Seikatu is with me? I mean he makes me show the undiscovered me naturally and weirdly? I shrugged it off my head and continue painting the ‘Seikatu on the canvas book’.

I heard how Seikatu fixed his books back to the paper bag and settled himself beside me. He's looking at my piece and my insides grin as he laid his full attention on it.

He frowned when I finished the man reading under the tree. “Zyosei, you painted me.” Seikatu stated.

I shook my head. “Nope. It's someone I know but not you.” I chuckled.

He frowned. “Doesn't look like him.”

Wait— “Doesn't look like who?”

“That someone you know,” he said with a sigh.

Okay. Who is he pertaining to? “Can you specify or what?” I scratch my nose with a frown.

He sighed and smirked. “You painted who?”

“Someone I know!” I said instantly, turning my full attention to him.

“What's the name of that someone you know?” my mind goes thinking about that. 

I painted someone I know that I should name— wait. “You're tricking me!” I slapped his knee but it landed on his palm making it caged by his slender fingers. 

“I'm not but you're lying.” he started still caging my hand.

“I'm not! I just— forgot his name!” I defended myself.

He chuckled and shook his head slowly. “Just admit that it's me.”

“It's not you!” heck, Zyosei. Why can't you just admit the truth?! Well, playing with him is fun though.

“It's someone you know.” he chuckled. “That someone you're always with on the streets of Tokyo.”

My eyes blinked enumerable times at that. “Kaizo?” Seikatu tsked. What is that for? Jealous? Kidding! 

“He has a name but no, your art right there doesn't look like him.” 

I laugh. Holy cow. He's fighting for him being painted? This man is something! 

Seikatu shook his head at me but smiled nonetheless. He's crazy. 

I go back painting myself on the scenery with my right hand because Seikatu is caging my left hand. I'm a right handed person so it's fine plus his hand is calming and comfortable and it gives me joy inside me making me stifle my wide happy grin. I'm insane.

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