Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Warrior Inferno: SuperB ❯ An Artful Attack, Again ( Chapter 29 )

"Wow, that looks just like TJ," Prometheus says to Timmy, who is drawing a picture of TJ.

"Thanks Promeeth," Timmy replies.

"Can you hurry up please?” TJ complains. “I'm getting tired of sitting here like this. It's so boring."

"I'll buy you something if you just sit there a little longer, please," Timmy responds to the whining.

"It's ok, you don't have to buy me anything, just hurry it up, will you?"

TJ then gets up to see how the picture is coming so far, and is shocked.

"Is this what you think I look like?" TJ asks, horrified at the site of the picture.

"I think that Timmy has a very good sense in the drawing department," Prometheus says.

"I don't look anything like that ugly creature!”

"You haven't looked in the mirror lately, have you Teej?" Timmy retorts.

Silent Warrior Inferno: SuperB

Episode 156

An Artful Attack, Again

TJ and Timmy are walking through the park, eating some gummi bears.

"You should redraw that picture," TJ says.

"Hey, I bought these gummi bears for you, chill out," Timmy responds.

TJ is about to fight back, when he and Timmy see an artist painting a woman's picture. They go up behind the artist to catch a glimpse of the painting.

"Now that's a portrait," TJ comments. "It looks just like her."

"I'm all finished ma'am," the artist says.

The woman gets up and looks at the portrait.

"That looks nothing like me," the woman says in a snobbish tone. "I have a much more beautiful face than that."

"But miss, let me assure you that this does look like you," the artist tries to persuade her.

"He's right," TJ says, "it does."

"It's none of your business, boy. Why don't you just butt out?" the woman says looking at TJ.

"Are you trying to start something?"

"Please, I don't mess with the common people."

"Oh no, TJ please don't get her started, it wouldn't be fair," Timmy cries.

"Please ma'am, if you don't like the portrait, I won't charge you," the artist says.

"I know you won't charge me, because I wouldn't pay for it anyway" the woman says as she leaves.

"I'm sorry if we disturbed your business," Timmy apologizes.

"Oh, that's ok, you haven't. I would, however, like to paint your portraits."

"That's ok," TJ replies.

"Please, I insist, I won't charge you; it'll be for praising my work."

* * *

Meanwhile, at the Cruxius Circus, the Four Cardinals are chasing Remiel because he's given them a lot of false information.

"If you don't work harder," K'var starts.

"We'll eat you!" Rodyle finishes.

"Why don't you all work harder?" Pronyma bellows, entering their tent. "Here's a picture of your next target. He's a painter."

"I'll take it," Forcystus grabs.

"Why did you want the painter so bad?" Kim asks, later in the club. “You hardly go anywhere; what's gotten into you?”

“What do you have up your sleeve?” Shannon wonders.

"Well, I've always wanted a portrait of myself, and this is the best way to get one!"

* * *

Back in the park, the man is painting TJ's picture, but TJ is eating his gummi bears while getting it done.

“What are you doing eating at a time like this?” Timmy growls.

“I think my facial expressions are liveliest when I'm eating,” TJ answers.

"It looks very good," the man says.

"It is.”

The man then falls over.

"What's going on, are you ok?" Timmy asks.

"I'll be fine," the artist responds. "I've only fallen because I haven't eaten for the past few days."

"Do you have any gummi bears left TJ?"

"Sorry, I just ate the last one," TJ answers, shoving a handful into his mouth and then throwing the bag away.

“You're so selfish, and such a pig! Let's take him back to the manor.”

* * *

TJ and Timmy take the artist back to the house, and attempt to make him something to eat. TJ burns what he is cooking and starts a fire.

"Where's mom when you need her?" TJ asks himself.

TJ throws together something that barely looks edible. The artist just stares at it and asks where it came from. TJ says he found it in the back of the fridge.

"I'll take it," he says, and starts shoveling it down.

"You must be really hungry," TJ comments.

"Sorry," he says, slowing his pace.

"It's ok," Timmy says. "You must be starving to eat something he made.”

“Again with those nasty comments!” TJ mumbles.

“How come you haven't eaten in a long time?"

"It's because I often fight with my customers, or it's because they aren't satisfied with what they've gotten,” the artist replies. “So, I end up getting paid for less than half of what I do."

"Why don't you just make the portrait a little better than the person?"

"I could probably make more money that way, but then my soul would be empty. My dream is to make many works of art, not to have lots of money and be famous."

"Now that's a real artist," TJ thinks to himself.

"I want to show you something," Timmy says, showing him the picture that he made of TJ.

"Put that back!" TJ yells, pulling Timmy's arm back. "It's embarrassing!"

"It could use a little more effort," the man suggests.

"I told you so," TJ says, taunting Timmy.

"But, this picture also has a lot of love in it," he comments. "You must really like your brother."

Later, Timmy is doing a self-portrait up in his room, when StarFire appears.

"A mirror always reflects the truth," she says. "How do you see yourself, Little One?"

"I don't know," Timmy responds. "There're a lot of people who can't see their true selves."

"That's because when people look in the mirror, their minds twist the image they see."

* * *

The next day, at the shrine, the guys are talking about TJ's portrait that the man did.

"I look better in person," TJ complains.

"Is this brotha always in the park?" Tyrese asks.

"I want a portrait too," Tyrone says.

"I've had all kinds of pictures taken of me…don't even say it Styve!" Damon says, getting a funny look from Styve. "Anyways, a portrait is different."

"We should all go to the park and have that guy paint us," Tyrone suggests.

Elsewhere, the guy is picking up his easel and tools, when a limo drives up, and Lauren comes out in an extravagant gown.

"I have good news for you," she says. "I want you to paint my portrait."

She then starts laughing.

"Don't be so excited," she says ditzy. "At least listen to me. I want you to come back to my mansion with me, where I can slip into something a little more comfortable, and I can get you some new supplies."

"You know," he starts, "it's not so good to act so rich when you don't make the money by yourself. Ask someone else to do it."

"He's going to be tougher than I thought," she thinks to herself. "My father's dream was to support struggling artists, like yourself, and now that he's past away, I want to live out that dream for him. I'd like you to come by my mansion to paint whatever you want, as much as you want to.”

The artist looks at her, and she smiles to herself.

* * *

“So where is this guy usually at?” Tyrone asks, walking with the others on the other side of the park.

“We're almost there,” Timmy replies.

They reach the normal spot, but the guy isn't there.

"TJ, you're hogging his painting skills all to yourself!" Styve accuses.

"Yo negro, chill out," Tyrese says.

"Hey, if this brotha don't meet the talented Stevyn Carmona, who will he have for inspiration?”

“I think he's been hanging out with Tyrone too much,” Damon sighs.

“We have to split up and look for him!"

TJ and Timmy are one team, and they look for a while. TJ gets tired, and sits down.

"We have no clue as to where he is," TJ says. "I can't even telepathically sense him without something. All we have is this painting."

"Wait," Timmy says, "there's a letter on the back of it."

"To Tim Davis," it reads. "Thank you very much. I've fallen down many times from hunger, but this was the first time for me to be invited to someone's house for a meal. I'm so shy that I feel sorry for not expressing my gratitude to you. I'll never forget you for the rest of my life. Thank you so much."

"I want to see him again," Timmy says.

"Ok, we'll keep looking," TJ responds. "I need to thank him for the picture anyway."

After searching high and low, and not finding any sign as to where he went, they get ready to leave, when they see Prometheus walking atop a wall.

"I feel a strange presence coming from that mansion over there," he says, pointing to it.

Inside, the man is painting Lauren's picture.

"Can I see it?" she asks, getting up. "This looks nothing like me," she says as he shows it to her. "I have much prettier eyes. Draw it again."

"I don't have to," he says.

"Maybe you've misunderstood what I said. In order for someone to draw the best, they need the best environment, and you have that. Now, are my eyes prettier?"

"I didn't come here to paint false pictures," he says sharply.

"It's fine with me if you want to go back to poverty, and whether your dream comes true is all on you. Can art grow in poor conditions, like no food? What will you do now?"

"I'll repaint it," he says, glumly.

TJ, Prometheus, and Timmy are outside the building.

"You will get in trouble if you go inside," TJ says to Prometheus.

"It's fine if I'm alone," he says. "After all, I am a cat. If anyone catches us, you'll get in trouble, not me”

The painting is done, and Lauren is impressed.

"I don't feel too well," the painter moans. "I'm going to go lie down."

"Wait," Lauren says. "I have one more thing for you to do."

She transforms into Forcystus, and brings out her pool stick.

“Before you lie down, I need to see into your soul!” she cackles.

TJ and Timmy see this and go to transform. Right before she shoots, the two daggers fly by.

"Oh no," Forcystus says. "It's the bump and dent duo."

"How rude you nasty bitch," Silent Warrior says.

"He's right," Xero Warrior agrees, "even though Silent Warrior can be a bit clumsy."

“What was that?” Silent Warrior growls. “She's calling us that because you're so awkward with your movements!”

“I can't help it; I'm still a child!”

"Hey boys," Forcystus calls out. "Do you like billiards?"

"What's that?" Xero Warrior asks.

"It's when you hit a ball with a stick," Silent Warrior answers. “Also known as shooting pool.”

"That's right," Forcystus says, shooting for the artist's mirror. "Oh great, this isn't the right one either. It's not even a beautiful soul at that. This mirror is a dull gray!"

"Who are you to judge someone's soul?" Xero Warrior asks.

"I have no use for an ugly soul. Soul eating rose, Togetoge-chan!”

A yellow rose looking Remless in a flower pot appears.

“Eat that soul!” Forcystus commands.

"This soul looks disgusting," Togetoge complains. "I don't want to eat it."

"Don' be so selfish," Forcystus yells, shoving the mirror into its mouth.

"But I'm against violence! Besides, it says in my contract that I don't have to eat ugly souls.”

"Now's our chance Silent Warrior!" Little Warrior says, seizing the moment. "StarFire please come, come and protect this person's soul! Call of the Flame!"

"Rage of Inferno!"

“But I haven't even done anything!” Togetoge complains as the attack destroys her.

"I might have lost this time, but I won't lose again," Forcystus says, leaving.

"Let's return this Soul Mirror," Silent Warrior says. "What's wrong Xero, you look depressed? Don't worry, I know he has a beautiful soul."

"You two saved me," the man says, awakening. "I know what I must do now. I must start from the beginning."

* * *

The next day, Styve is getting a portrait of him done, topless, and he looks at it as the man is finishing up.

"It looks nothing like me," he says.

"It looks just like you," TJ comments.

"Draw it more seriously."

"Maybe you should carry a mirror around with you all the time," TJ says.

Styve starts to strangle TJ.

"I have something to show you," Timmy says to the man.

It's the picture of TJ. Timmy got an A on it.

"I want you to keep this," Timmy says, giving it to him. "You're the first one who praised it."

"What's it called?" he asks.

"Well, if you don't tell anyone, I'll tell you," he says. "I call it "The Person I Look Up To."