Pokespe: The Canvas

Oneshot: The Canvas

Oneshot:
The Canvas

T I C K  T O C K

Her amber eyes stared up at the clock. She looked around, making sure no one was still at home.

'Alright!' She thought, stealing a glance at the door. 'Uncle doesn't come back until six thirty today. I've got about two hours...'

Her slender fingers picked up the pale, yellow note placed on the dinner table.

Yellow,
I will be out until 6:30 today. Take care and don't let strangers in the house. Also, please go shopping at PokeMart and buy the things we need.
Thank you, Uncle.

Yellow placed the shopping on the kitchen bench. She placed her hands on her hips, an accomplished smile on her face. She soon walked quietly to her bedroom.

"Where is it?" Yellow whispered to herself before her eye caught something.

She grabbed a big, wooly, yellow sling bag and ran out of her room. Yellow stopped in the middle of the hallway, dropping her yellow sling bag and pressed a button on the wall. A square part of the ceiling opened up and let down wooden stairs that led to the attic. In a hurry, she grabbed her yellow sling bag and slowly crept the stairs that produced creaking sounds.

There wasn't much in the attic. There were things that were placed at the very corner of the room all covered in thick dust. Most of the things consisted of fishing gear, a few broken guitars and shelves full of old, fishing trophies and pictures. But there was one thing that stood out from the whole attic. There was a painting easel with a blank canvas and a chair right in the middle of the attic. She went to it, a smile on her face.

Yellow plopped down on the chair, dropping her big, wooly, yellow sling bag. She peered into her bag and grabbed out a paint pallet, some paint tubes, few brushes of different size and a few pencils and placed them on her easel. She then grabbed out her yellow paint apron and put it on. Her amber eyes stared at the blank canvas before getting an idea.

First, she started to sketch an outline. Each and every one of her sketch lines were careful and swift. It took her some time to do the sketch but she wanted to include every detail. After finishing her sketch, she squirted paint onto her paint pallet. She grabbed a medium sized brush, dabbing it carefully in the colour she wanted before adding colour to her sketch.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried her best to make it neat and professional. Yellow curved her brush upwards then made careful strokes downwards. She placed the brush down, grabbing another brush and dabbing it carefully on her paint pallet. Picking her brush up, she made a quick swipe on her finger to check if the colour was correct.

"No, not this one," Yellow sighed before picking up a cup of water she had prepared earlier.

She put her brush in, swirling it in the water. Yellow then got it out, grabbed an old handkerchief to wipe the brush dry. Placing her brush in another colour, she started to paint again instead with swift strokes unlike her careful ones before. The process repeated while Yellow started to change the way her paint strokes were. It went from careful to swift to a calming style.  Her expression became from stressed to calm, a smile sneaking onto her face.

It took a while but she had finished her painting and added her signature. She looked outside the window, seeing the sun slowly setting behind the tress. Yellow sighed, picking up her paint tools and cleaned them all before placing them neatly back in her bag.

C R E A K

Shivers ran up her spine. She was home...alone. Her uncle said he would defiantly return at six thirty and it wasn't the time. Was it...a robber?

C R E A K

Her heart stopped. Yellow put up her best defence stance and remembered how Red taught her some self defence. Then a spiky black hair appeared and Yellow almost started to laugh..

"Hey Yellow!" Red called, waving to his friend.

Yellow giggled, finding her worries wash away.

"Hey Red. You should've told me you were coming in, I was a bit scared."

Red scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and smiled.

"Hehe. I know where you keep your spare key and I knocked five times already. When I came in, I went into the hallways to find the stairs." He explained while walking over to Yellow.

"W-wait Red!" She shrieked, covering her canvas with her small frame. "Don't look!"

He tilted his head like a child, oblivious of her actions.

"Why?" Red asked.

"Just don't!"

He pouted, edging closer to her. He then kindly pushed her away and she gulped. His namesake eyes widened as they started to water.

"Red!" Yellow squeaked.

There came no reply.

"Red?" She grabbed his arm and spun him around to see the Fighter...crying?

Yellow gasped. "Red? What's wrong?"

"I-I'm sorry Yellow..." He hiccuped through his tears.

She was seriously concerned.

"I just...it's...so kind of you to paint a picture of me..." Red admitted, blushing. "No one never really done that for me."

It was true. It was picture of him, in his red and white cap. It was full body picture up to his waist with several flowers surrounding him. His hands place on his hips with his lips curved into a kind smile.

Yellow smiled at him which made his face redder. She wrapped her arms around him, embracing him in a hug.

"I know. I made it because...today was the day we first met right?"

Red nodded and hugged back. There was just silence as the duo stood there, hugging each other.

"Thank you Yellow."

"No problem."

-fin-
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And done! I actually don't really know the anniversary that they meet but I really wanted to write about someone painting since I was painting about week ago. Anyways, cute fic I guess TT^TT not the best with fluff.
- Mewzou ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ