Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Titanic: Gravi style ❯ Art and Opinion ( Chapter 4 )

 

Shuichi and a few of his maids were inside searching through a crate of painting. Shuichi was getting rather irritated because he could not find the one painting he was looking for to mount on the wall. He was in the process of opening another crate of paintings when one of his maids called out to him.

“Is this the one you're looking for Sir?” The woman asked holding up a painting. Shuichi looked up and shook his head.

“No, that's not it either. The one I'm looking for had a lot of faces on it. Also there all naked.” Shuichi said turning back to look through the now open crate. “Ah! Found it, this is the one.' Shuichi said, pulling out a colorful painting of faces and naked bodies. He looked at it and smiled. It was one of his favorite paintings he had. The emotion that the faces held was amazing to him. The woman eyed the two crates.

“Would you like then all out Sir?” The woman asked.

“Yes, definitely, this room is to dull and dreary, just like Taki, we need a little color to brighten it up a bit.” Shuichi said. The woman laughed and started taking out paintings. Shuichi looked up as a boy walked into the room with two suitcases. Shuichi sighed as K grabbed the boy's arm and held a gun to his cheek.

“What do you think you are doing with these suit cases? Identify yourself!” K shouted at the boy.

“I'm…Suguru Fujisaki…. I'm trying…trying to ummmm…. find a place…a place to put…them, Sir.” Suguru said, shacking like crazy. Shuichi thought for sure the boy was going to piss his pants.

“Likely story! Who hired you, what are after?! I shall protect this family with my life! Who sent you, was it Ark! Damn that gorilla!” K started to spat off a bunch of nonsense. The poor boy was getting a really creeped out look on his face and looked ready to drop the suitcase and run.

“K! Please come down. He works here on the ship, all he's doing is dropping off some suitcases, calm down already!” Shuichi said looking up at K.

“Oh, sorry Sir, my bad, but still I think I should do a thorough investigation on him and.” He was cut off.

“K! Please, that's not necessary!” Shuichi shouted at him.

“Oh fine! You!” He pointed to Suguru with his gun. “Take those suitcases in there, in the wardrobe.”

“Yes Sir!” Suguru said zipping in into the directed room that had a large wardrobe in it and zipping out and leaving all in a matter of seconds.

“Well, don't he move fast.” K said turning to look at Shuichi with a big dumb smile on his face. Shuichi smiled at him lightly and sat the painting down on the couch next to him. Shuichi straightened up and went back to the crate to look through it some more. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and his stomach went into knots when an all to similar voice sliced through the air.

“Dear God, not those dreadful finger painting again. They certainly were a waste of good money. Why must you hang them up, they make me sick.” Taki said, entering the room from the promenade deck. Shuichi gritted his teeth and did not turn to look at him.

“Hello Sir Aizawa!” K sang happily waving at him with his gun in the air.

“K.” Taki said nodding his head at K. “Cheerful and intimidating as always. Well, so Shuichi how is my soon to be husband doing?” Taki said taking a sip of wine. Shuichi gave a long and heavy sigh.

“Well, for one Taki, I don't need you coming in here and insulting what I love. And For you information, the difference between your taste in art and mine are very different.” Shuichi said turning to look at Taki with his hands on his hips.

“How so?” Taki asked, amused.

“I actually have some taste in art, and no porn does not count as art!” Shuichi finished and smiled at Taki who looked amused and slightly angry.

“Well, sorry to bother you today Shuichi dear, you seem a little edgy, touchy almost.” Taki took another sip of wine. Shuichi just gave a little pout and turned back to the carets and took out another painting; staring at hard, taking in it's beauty.

“The still ceases to entrance me, even though I have seen them a thousand times. To me it's like looking into a dream or something.” He laid the paintings down on the couch net to the other one. “There's so much to learn, even though there's no logic behind the truth.”

“What's the artist name Sir?” The woman asked.

“Something Picasso?” Shuichi said reaching for another painting.

“Something Picasso!” Taki mocked him, letting out a small evil laugh. “He won't amount to anything. Most likely he'll end up being a bum on the street if he keeps chasing after this fantasy of being an artist. Trust me Shuichi I know art, I mean look these!” Taki walked over and picked up the painting off the couch that Shuichi had just laid down. “Honestly, it seems like anyone with a paintbrush can call them selves an artist!” Taki looked at Shuichi who was standing next to him. “Can you really call this…this scrabble art?” Taki asked, giving Shuichi a smug smile. Shuichi grabbed the painting from Taki and looked at it, sorrow in his eyes.

“The only opinion which truly matters is the artist opinion. If they like it and think it's good enough to be shard with the world than what should I care, to them its art; it's their masterpiece. They had the courage to not care what others think, they are able to show their true selves through there art without really caring what others think. To me that's amazing, so yes. I can call it art and yes; anyone with a paintbrush can call himself or herself an artist. Because it's their art, themselves being who they want to be!” Shuichi pushed pass Taki and lied the painting back down on the couch. “I envy them Taki, I wish I had the courage to be who I want to be.” Shuichi pushed passed Taki once more, his head hung low. All who were in the room and had heard Shuichi's speech were salient. It was unlike Shuichi to talk like that. Shuichi left the room and onto the promenade deck, he was angry and frustrated and needed a little bit of fresh air. The air around Taki was like poison. He hated being around Taki so much it was nauseating,

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