Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Anomalies ❯ Moonlight ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Loen Nireth 
Chapter 1: Moonlight
Eleven thirty p.m.
The digital clock on his bedside table was glowing its usual, eerie green color and Kouji couldn’t suppress the shiver that went down his spine.
Fourteen hours left before another freak from another school comes in here and bother me for extra credit, he thought miserably, hugging the soft, plain blanket tighter around him and snuggling deeper into his white pillow.
He sighed and turned over in the bed, facing the wall with the window that looked out onto the courtyard of the large building he’d lived in for what, three years now? He didn’t bother to remember anymore.
The moon hung high in the sky outside, shining through the thick-glassed window and bathing his small-but-comfortable room in its mysterious glow.
Kouji closed his eyes as the conversation with the nurse who’d checked up on him that morning replayed in his head.
~~Flashback~~
Kouji was sitting at his desk, as he usually did in the early hours of the morning, after he’d gotten cleaned and eaten breakfast, sketching a rough picture of a young boy wearing a hat three sizes too large for him and a small puppy on a leash running away from him.
There was a knock on the white, metal door that led into his room. Kouji didn’t bother to say “Come in” because he knew whoever was on the other side would probably come in whether he told them to or not.
As expected, a male nurse, looking to be no older than nineteen, pushed the door open and walked in, pulling a metal cart inside after him. For some reason unknown to Kouji, he was smiling like an idiot. Well, all the nurses smiled like an idiot when they came into his room. They were probably afraid he’d kill them or something if they upset him. Heh, they didn’t know they upset him just by being in the same room with him. Not that he was ever going to kill any of them, of course. He wasn’t that bad.
Anyway, Kouji, as usual, did not look up at the man but continued with his sketch.
The nurse moved over to him, having left the cart next to the door, and looked over his shoulder.
“Wow, Kouji, that’s amazing!” he’d exclaimed. And he meant it too. Kouji was an amazing artist when he wanted to be. “That really looks like Tommy!”
Kouji just grunted in response but the nurse was not discouraged. He continued praising Kouji while he readied the pills and medicine Kouji was supposed to take.
Placing two small, white pills in a hand Kouji had lifted while still concentrating on the sketch, the nurse picked up a small glass of plain water and handed that to him as well after Kouji had stuffed both pills into his mouth without a second thought.
“So, are you going down to the courtyard today?” asked the nurse cheerfully.
Kouji just shrugged and gulped down the water, handing the glass back to the nurse and going back to his sketch, which he had finished while the nurse had been busy babbling away.
“You should, you know,” said the nurse, putting the glass back onto the cart and picking up a bottle of antibiotic and a small silver spoon. “The volunteers from the school downtown are coming tomorrow and this’ll probably be the last time you’ll get to go there alone in a month or two.”
This actually managed to catch Kouji’s attention and he stopped messing around with his sketch to look up at the nurse.
“They’re coming tomorrow?” he asked quietly, locking his dark blue-grey eyes with the man’s brown ones.
The nurse, looking startled at the fact that Kouji had actually responded to his words, stiffened at the intensity of the look in the young boy’s eyes.
Then his wide eyes returned back to their normal size and he smiled softly at Kouji. “Mmhm,” he replied, “they’ll be arriving around noon tomorrow and each of them will be assigned a partner here. I hear the ones assigned to this block are around your age. Maybe you’ll get to make some friends.”
Kouji thought about glaring at the nurse for even suggesting that, but then he saw the sincerity of his words in his eyes and just looked away.
Pressing the pencil softly onto the surface of the sketch on his table once more, he said quietly to the nurse, “Yeah, maybe I will.” He felt a bit guilty then, for lying to the nurse, but he knew he couldn’t possibly make friends with people his age. Or anyone at any age, come to that.
A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder lightly and Kouji stiffened. A few seconds later, however, he relaxed and looked back up to the nurse.
“You’ll make friends, Kouji,” he said gently, looking at the young boy almost tenderly. “I know you can, and I know you will.”
Kouji looked away once more, this time because he didn’t want the nurse to see the sad tears forming in his eyes.
He grunted and held out a hand. The nurse let go of his shoulder and Kouji almost cried out when the comfort of his touch left so suddenly. But he managed to keep his mouth shut and stuffed the icky tasting spoonful of antibiotic the nurse handed to him.
Swallowing the thick substance, he handed back the spoon to the nurse and the young man cheerfully put it back onto the cart and pushed it back towards the door.
“Well, see you!” he said cheerfully, waving a little at Kouji before walking out of the room as well, leaving Kouji alone with sad thoughts.
~~End Flashback~~
Kouji opened his eyes again when the pull of sleep didn’t come to him. He glanced at his digital clock.
Eleven forty p.m.
He sighed again and slipped out of bed, righting his plain, white pajamas and walking silently towards his desk, opposite his bed.
Sitting into the wooden chair facing it, Kouji rested his hands on the cold, wooden surface of the desk. A small cylindrical cup made of plain, white plastic stood on one corner of the desk, holding several sticks of pencils and colored pens. On another corner was a stiff, cardboard folder that leaned against the wall, holding a stack of plain, unused A4 printing paper. A small and big sketch book lay on their backs in the middle of the two items, facing Kouji invitingly.
Kouji did not resist when his hand stretched outwards and grasped the corner of the larger of the two sketchbooks of its own accord. He pulled it from below the smaller sketchbook and gently, silently placed it in front of him on the desk.
He took a pencil from the pencil/pen holder and pressed the tip gently on the surface of an unused page from the large sketchbook.
Without thinking, he began to draw, under the moon’s bright gaze.
First, it was just a circle, with lines going through it, to make the shape of the head more… like itself.
Then his automatically-moving hand brought itself lower and drew a neck. Then the rough shape of a body, wearing a short sleeved shirt and a many-pocketed sleeveless windbreaker. After that came the lower part of the body, clad in a pair of jeans that ended just a few inches above its feet, which were wearing a pair of large socks and sneakers.
When the body of the boy- yes, in case nobody has figured out what it is, it’s a boy- was complete, his hand moved back up to the head and began to draw seemingly random pieces of large, triangular shapes on top of the head. That completed, Kouji’s hand began to draw goggles that encircled a hat, which in turn, was nestled among the triangular shapes, a.k.a hair. When that was done, his hand moved onto the area of the face, and unlike the way it drew the rest of the parts of the drawing, this time, it moved carefully, and slowly, as though afraid to make even one single mistake.
First it drew the nose, which was small and buttony, yet at the same time, sharp in its own way. Second came the mouth. Two, full lips looking as soft as the pillows of Kouji’s bed, sat perfectly a few inches beneath the nose, pouting slightly if you looked at it in a certain way.
Then, lastly, came his eyes. Kouji’s hand withdrew from the sketchbook and dropped the pencil he’d been using. Instead, it went to the pencil/pen holder and took four, different colored pens; black, orange, red and brown.
Taking all of the pens at the same time, Kouji placed three in his left hand, which, until now had remained unused by his side, and one, the one he’d be using, in his right hand.
The one in his right hand was black, which he used to make the outline of two, perfectly oval-shaped eyes, not too far apart and not too close. Then he switched to brown, which he used to make the irises. After that, orange slipped between his fingers and his hand began to fill the edges of the irises. Red came and went and finally, black returned once more, adding a few ridges in the eyes to separate the irises from the pupils.
Finally, brown returned and made two, thick eyebrows that rested in between the top of the eyes and the forehead of the boy.
Collecting the pens in one hand, Kouji put them back into the pencil/pen holder and picked up the neglected pencil he’d been using for the other parts of the drawing.
What, you didn’t think it was finished, did you?
Nope, still something left.
Kouji’s auto-pilot hand pressed the pencil tip onto the edge of boy’s outline. Then moved by itself once more.
When that was done, Kouji’s hand stopped moving suddenly and his eyes glazed over.
A small gust of wind that definitely did not come from the tightly shut window blew within the room and picked up the finished drawing. The drawing rode the small breeze and flew past Kouji’s tilted head, his eyes still glazed over. It twirled in the air above Kouji’s bed playfully for a few minutes until the unnatural breeze picked up a little, scolding it. The drawing, puffing in the air like a little child, turned toward the window and finally landed soundlessly on the carpeted floor, moving a little bit until it was hidden from view, just at the edge of the bottom of the bed.
Kouji, snapping out of his daze, shook his head a little and looked around, wondering what the hell was he doing at his desk. Then he shrugged and went back into his bed, glancing at his digital clock before slipping in between the blankets.
Sighing when he remembered why he wasn’t asleep yet, Kouji closed his eyes and cleared his mind. This time, he was finally able to fall to sleep and went on the journey into la-la land.
The drawing under his bed was undisturbed.
Twelve a.m., glowed the digital clock.
Finito
A/U : R&R if you've got time, otherwise, just read and enjoy, I guess. Anyway, Graena!
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.07.2006 | Updated On: 06.07.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 415 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1: Moonlight
Eleven thirty p.m.
The digital clock on his bedside table was glowing its usual, eerie green color and Kouji couldn’t suppress the shiver that went down his spine.
Fourteen hours left before another freak from another school comes in here and bother me for extra credit, he thought miserably, hugging the soft, plain blanket tighter around him and snuggling deeper into his white pillow.
He sighed and turned over in the bed, facing the wall with the window that looked out onto the courtyard of the large building he’d lived in for what, three years now? He didn’t bother to remember anymore.
The moon hung high in the sky outside, shining through the thick-glassed window and bathing his small-but-comfortable room in its mysterious glow.
Kouji closed his eyes as the conversation with the nurse who’d checked up on him that morning replayed in his head.
~~Flashback~~
Kouji was sitting at his desk, as he usually did in the early hours of the morning, after he’d gotten cleaned and eaten breakfast, sketching a rough picture of a young boy wearing a hat three sizes too large for him and a small puppy on a leash running away from him.
There was a knock on the white, metal door that led into his room. Kouji didn’t bother to say “Come in” because he knew whoever was on the other side would probably come in whether he told them to or not.
As expected, a male nurse, looking to be no older than nineteen, pushed the door open and walked in, pulling a metal cart inside after him. For some reason unknown to Kouji, he was smiling like an idiot. Well, all the nurses smiled like an idiot when they came into his room. They were probably afraid he’d kill them or something if they upset him. Heh, they didn’t know they upset him just by being in the same room with him. Not that he was ever going to kill any of them, of course. He wasn’t that bad.
Anyway, Kouji, as usual, did not look up at the man but continued with his sketch.
The nurse moved over to him, having left the cart next to the door, and looked over his shoulder.
“Wow, Kouji, that’s amazing!” he’d exclaimed. And he meant it too. Kouji was an amazing artist when he wanted to be. “That really looks like Tommy!”
Kouji just grunted in response but the nurse was not discouraged. He continued praising Kouji while he readied the pills and medicine Kouji was supposed to take.
Placing two small, white pills in a hand Kouji had lifted while still concentrating on the sketch, the nurse picked up a small glass of plain water and handed that to him as well after Kouji had stuffed both pills into his mouth without a second thought.
“So, are you going down to the courtyard today?” asked the nurse cheerfully.
Kouji just shrugged and gulped down the water, handing the glass back to the nurse and going back to his sketch, which he had finished while the nurse had been busy babbling away.
“You should, you know,” said the nurse, putting the glass back onto the cart and picking up a bottle of antibiotic and a small silver spoon. “The volunteers from the school downtown are coming tomorrow and this’ll probably be the last time you’ll get to go there alone in a month or two.”
This actually managed to catch Kouji’s attention and he stopped messing around with his sketch to look up at the nurse.
“They’re coming tomorrow?” he asked quietly, locking his dark blue-grey eyes with the man’s brown ones.
The nurse, looking startled at the fact that Kouji had actually responded to his words, stiffened at the intensity of the look in the young boy’s eyes.
Then his wide eyes returned back to their normal size and he smiled softly at Kouji. “Mmhm,” he replied, “they’ll be arriving around noon tomorrow and each of them will be assigned a partner here. I hear the ones assigned to this block are around your age. Maybe you’ll get to make some friends.”
Kouji thought about glaring at the nurse for even suggesting that, but then he saw the sincerity of his words in his eyes and just looked away.
Pressing the pencil softly onto the surface of the sketch on his table once more, he said quietly to the nurse, “Yeah, maybe I will.” He felt a bit guilty then, for lying to the nurse, but he knew he couldn’t possibly make friends with people his age. Or anyone at any age, come to that.
A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder lightly and Kouji stiffened. A few seconds later, however, he relaxed and looked back up to the nurse.
“You’ll make friends, Kouji,” he said gently, looking at the young boy almost tenderly. “I know you can, and I know you will.”
Kouji looked away once more, this time because he didn’t want the nurse to see the sad tears forming in his eyes.
He grunted and held out a hand. The nurse let go of his shoulder and Kouji almost cried out when the comfort of his touch left so suddenly. But he managed to keep his mouth shut and stuffed the icky tasting spoonful of antibiotic the nurse handed to him.
Swallowing the thick substance, he handed back the spoon to the nurse and the young man cheerfully put it back onto the cart and pushed it back towards the door.
“Well, see you!” he said cheerfully, waving a little at Kouji before walking out of the room as well, leaving Kouji alone with sad thoughts.
~~End Flashback~~
Kouji opened his eyes again when the pull of sleep didn’t come to him. He glanced at his digital clock.
Eleven forty p.m.
He sighed again and slipped out of bed, righting his plain, white pajamas and walking silently towards his desk, opposite his bed.
Sitting into the wooden chair facing it, Kouji rested his hands on the cold, wooden surface of the desk. A small cylindrical cup made of plain, white plastic stood on one corner of the desk, holding several sticks of pencils and colored pens. On another corner was a stiff, cardboard folder that leaned against the wall, holding a stack of plain, unused A4 printing paper. A small and big sketch book lay on their backs in the middle of the two items, facing Kouji invitingly.
Kouji did not resist when his hand stretched outwards and grasped the corner of the larger of the two sketchbooks of its own accord. He pulled it from below the smaller sketchbook and gently, silently placed it in front of him on the desk.
He took a pencil from the pencil/pen holder and pressed the tip gently on the surface of an unused page from the large sketchbook.
Without thinking, he began to draw, under the moon’s bright gaze.
First, it was just a circle, with lines going through it, to make the shape of the head more… like itself.
Then his automatically-moving hand brought itself lower and drew a neck. Then the rough shape of a body, wearing a short sleeved shirt and a many-pocketed sleeveless windbreaker. After that came the lower part of the body, clad in a pair of jeans that ended just a few inches above its feet, which were wearing a pair of large socks and sneakers.
When the body of the boy- yes, in case nobody has figured out what it is, it’s a boy- was complete, his hand moved back up to the head and began to draw seemingly random pieces of large, triangular shapes on top of the head. That completed, Kouji’s hand began to draw goggles that encircled a hat, which in turn, was nestled among the triangular shapes, a.k.a hair. When that was done, his hand moved onto the area of the face, and unlike the way it drew the rest of the parts of the drawing, this time, it moved carefully, and slowly, as though afraid to make even one single mistake.
First it drew the nose, which was small and buttony, yet at the same time, sharp in its own way. Second came the mouth. Two, full lips looking as soft as the pillows of Kouji’s bed, sat perfectly a few inches beneath the nose, pouting slightly if you looked at it in a certain way.
Then, lastly, came his eyes. Kouji’s hand withdrew from the sketchbook and dropped the pencil he’d been using. Instead, it went to the pencil/pen holder and took four, different colored pens; black, orange, red and brown.
Taking all of the pens at the same time, Kouji placed three in his left hand, which, until now had remained unused by his side, and one, the one he’d be using, in his right hand.
The one in his right hand was black, which he used to make the outline of two, perfectly oval-shaped eyes, not too far apart and not too close. Then he switched to brown, which he used to make the irises. After that, orange slipped between his fingers and his hand began to fill the edges of the irises. Red came and went and finally, black returned once more, adding a few ridges in the eyes to separate the irises from the pupils.
Finally, brown returned and made two, thick eyebrows that rested in between the top of the eyes and the forehead of the boy.
Collecting the pens in one hand, Kouji put them back into the pencil/pen holder and picked up the neglected pencil he’d been using for the other parts of the drawing.
What, you didn’t think it was finished, did you?
Nope, still something left.
Kouji’s auto-pilot hand pressed the pencil tip onto the edge of boy’s outline. Then moved by itself once more.
When that was done, Kouji’s hand stopped moving suddenly and his eyes glazed over.
A small gust of wind that definitely did not come from the tightly shut window blew within the room and picked up the finished drawing. The drawing rode the small breeze and flew past Kouji’s tilted head, his eyes still glazed over. It twirled in the air above Kouji’s bed playfully for a few minutes until the unnatural breeze picked up a little, scolding it. The drawing, puffing in the air like a little child, turned toward the window and finally landed soundlessly on the carpeted floor, moving a little bit until it was hidden from view, just at the edge of the bottom of the bed.
Kouji, snapping out of his daze, shook his head a little and looked around, wondering what the hell was he doing at his desk. Then he shrugged and went back into his bed, glancing at his digital clock before slipping in between the blankets.
Sighing when he remembered why he wasn’t asleep yet, Kouji closed his eyes and cleared his mind. This time, he was finally able to fall to sleep and went on the journey into la-la land.
The drawing under his bed was undisturbed.
Twelve a.m., glowed the digital clock.
Finito
A/U : R&R if you've got time, otherwise, just read and enjoy, I guess. Anyway, Graena!
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.07.2006 | Updated On: 06.07.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 415 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1: Moonlight
Eleven thirty p.m.
The digital clock on his bedside table was glowing its usual, eerie green color and Kouji couldn't suppress the shiver that went down his spine.
Fourteen hours left before another freak from another school comes in here and bother me for extra credit, he thought miserably, hugging the soft, plain blanket tighter around him and snuggling deeper into his white pillow.
He sighed and turned over in the bed, facing the wall with the window that looked out onto the courtyard of the large building he'd lived in for what, three years now? He didn't bother to remember anymore.
The moon hung high in the sky outside, shining through the thick-glassed window and bathing his small-but-comfortable room in its mysterious glow.
Kouji closed his eyes as the conversation with the nurse who'd checked up on him that morning replayed in his head.
~~Flashback~~
Kouji was sitting at his desk, as he usually did in the early hours of the morning, after he'd gotten cleaned and eaten breakfast, sketching a rough picture of a young boy wearing a hat three sizes too large for him and a small puppy on a leash running away from him.
There was a knock on the white, metal door that led into his room. Kouji didn't bother to say “Come in” because he knew whoever was on the other side would probably come in whether he told them to or not.
As expected, a male nurse, looking to be no older than nineteen, pushed the door open and walked in, pulling a metal cart inside after him. For some reason unknown to Kouji, he was smiling like an idiot. Well, all the nurses smiled like an idiot when they came into his room. They were probably afraid he'd kill them or something if they upset him. Heh, they didn't know they upset him just by being in the same room with him. Not that he was ever going to kill any of them, of course. He wasn't that bad.
Anyway, Kouji, as usual, did not look up at the man but continued with his sketch.
The nurse moved over to him, having left the cart next to the door, and looked over his shoulder.
“Wow, Kouji, that's amazing!” he'd exclaimed. And he meant it too. Kouji was an amazing artist when he wanted to be. “That really looks like Tommy!”
Kouji just grunted in response but the nurse was not discouraged. He continued praising Kouji while he readied the pills and medicine Kouji was supposed to take.
Placing two small, white pills in a hand Kouji had lifted while still concentrating on the sketch, the nurse picked up a small glass of plain water and handed that to him as well after Kouji had stuffed both pills into his mouth without a second thought.
“So, are you going down to the courtyard today?” asked the nurse cheerfully.
Kouji just shrugged and gulped down the water, handing the glass back to the nurse and going back to his sketch, which he had finished while the nurse had been busy babbling away.
“You should, you know,” said the nurse, putting the glass back onto the cart and picking up a bottle of antibiotic and a small silver spoon. “The volunteers from the school downtown are coming tomorrow and this'll probably be the last time you'll get to go there alone in a month or two.”
This actually managed to catch Kouji's attention and he stopped messing around with his sketch to look up at the nurse.
“They're coming tomorrow?” he asked quietly, locking his dark blue-grey eyes with the man's brown ones.
The nurse, looking startled at the fact that Kouji had actually responded to his words, stiffened at the intensity of the look in the young boy's eyes.
Then his wide eyes returned back to their normal size and he smiled softly at Kouji. “Mmhm,” he replied, “they'll be arriving around noon tomorrow and each of them will be assigned a partner here. I hear the ones assigned to this block are around your age. Maybe you'll get to make some friends.”
Kouji thought about glaring at the nurse for even suggesting that, but then he saw the sincerity of his words in his eyes and just looked away.
Pressing the pencil softly onto the surface of the sketch on his table once more, he said quietly to the nurse, “Yeah, maybe I will.” He felt a bit guilty then, for lying to the nurse, but he knew he couldn't possibly make friends with people his age. Or anyone at any age, come to that.
A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder lightly and Kouji stiffened. A few seconds later, however, he relaxed and looked back up to the nurse.
“You'll make friends, Kouji,” he said gently, looking at the young boy almost tenderly. “I know you can, and I know you will.”
Kouji looked away once more, this time because he didn't want the nurse to see the sad tears forming in his eyes.
He grunted and held out a hand. The nurse let go of his shoulder and Kouji almost cried out when the comfort of his touch left so suddenly. But he managed to keep his mouth shut and stuffed the icky tasting spoonful of antibiotic the nurse handed to him.
Swallowing the thick substance, he handed back the spoon to the nurse and the young man cheerfully put it back onto the cart and pushed it back towards the door.
“Well, see you!” he said cheerfully, waving a little at Kouji before walking out of the room as well, leaving Kouji alone with sad thoughts.
~~End Flashback~~
Kouji opened his eyes again when the pull of sleep didn't come to him. He glanced at his digital clock.
Eleven forty p.m.
He sighed again and slipped out of bed, righting his plain, white pajamas and walking silently towards his desk, opposite his bed.
Sitting into the wooden chair facing it, Kouji rested his hands on the cold, wooden surface of the desk. A small cylindrical cup made of plain, white plastic stood on one corner of the desk, holding several sticks of pencils and colored pens. On another corner was a stiff, cardboard folder that leaned against the wall, holding a stack of plain, unused A4 printing paper. A small and big sketch book lay on their backs in the middle of the two items, facing Kouji invitingly.
Kouji did not resist when his hand stretched outwards and grasped the corner of the larger of the two sketchbooks of its own accord. He pulled it from below the smaller sketchbook and gently, silently placed it in front of him on the desk.
He took a pencil from the pencil/pen holder and pressed the tip gently on the surface of an unused page from the large sketchbook.
Without thinking, he began to draw, under the moon's bright gaze.
First, it was just a circle, with lines going through it, to make the shape of the head more… like itself.
Then his automatically-moving hand brought itself lower and drew a neck. Then the rough shape of a body, wearing a short sleeved shirt and a many-pocketed sleeveless windbreaker. After that came the lower part of the body, clad in a pair of jeans that ended just a few inches above its feet, which were wearing a pair of large socks and sneakers.
When the body of the boy- yes, in case nobody has figured out what it is, it's a boy- was complete, his hand moved back up to the head and began to draw seemingly random pieces of large, triangular shapes on top of the head. That completed, Kouji's hand began to draw goggles that encircled a hat, which in turn, was nestled among the triangular shapes, a.k.a hair. When that was done, his hand moved onto the area of the face, and unlike the way it drew the rest of the parts of the drawing, this time, it moved carefully, and slowly, as though afraid to make even one single mistake.
First it drew the nose, which was small and buttony, yet at the same time, sharp in its own way. Second came the mouth. Two, full lips looking as soft as the pillows of Kouji's bed, sat perfectly a few inches beneath the nose, pouting slightly if you looked at it in a certain way.
Then, lastly, came his eyes. Kouji's hand withdrew from the sketchbook and dropped the pencil he'd been using. Instead, it went to the pencil/pen holder and took four, different colored pens; black, orange, red and brown.
Taking all of the pens at the same time, Kouji placed three in his left hand, which, until now had remained unused by his side, and one, the one he'd be using, in his right hand.
The one in his right hand was black, which he used to make the outline of two, perfectly oval-shaped eyes, not too far apart and not too close. Then he switched to brown, which he used to make the irises. After that, orange slipped between his fingers and his hand began to fill the edges of the irises. Red came and went and finally, black returned once more, adding a few ridges in the eyes to separate the irises from the pupils.
Finally, brown returned and made two, thick eyebrows that rested in between the top of the eyes and the forehead of the boy.
Collecting the pens in one hand, Kouji put them back into the pencil/pen holder and picked up the neglected pencil he'd been using for the other parts of the drawing.
What, you didn't think it was finished, did you?
Nope, still something left.
Kouji's auto-pilot hand pressed the pencil tip onto the edge of boy's outline. Then moved by itself once more.
When that was done, Kouji's hand stopped moving suddenly and his eyes glazed over.
A small gust of wind that definitely did not come from the tightly shut window blew within the room and picked up the finished drawing. The drawing rode the small breeze and flew past Kouji's tilted head, his eyes still glazed over. It twirled in the air above Kouji's bed playfully for a few minutes until the unnatural breeze picked up a little, scolding it. The drawing, puffing in the air like a little child, turned toward the window and finally landed soundlessly on the carpeted floor, moving a little bit until it was hidden from view, just at the edge of the bottom of the bed.
Kouji, snapping out of his daze, shook his head a little and looked around, wondering what the hell was he doing at his desk. Then he shrugged and went back into his bed, glancing at his digital clock before slipping in between the blankets.
Sighing when he remembered why he wasn't asleep yet, Kouji closed his eyes and cleared his mind. This time, he was finally able to fall to sleep and went on the journey into la-la land.
The drawing under his bed was undisturbed.
Twelve a.m. glowed the digital clock.
Finito