Downpour (DISCONTINUED)

Paint and Prophecy

Naruto was out at school, and Kakashi was home alone with Yamato while he painted. He'd changed into nothing but a pair of paint stained jeans, and set up a large wooden easel against one wall, hauling out a frankly massive canvas and several large tubes of paint. 

"What are you gonna paint?" Kakashi asked, leaning over his shoulder. Yamato shrugged, holding a paintbrush between his teeth as he started cracking open tubes of paint, mixing them hastily on a hand held pallet. 

"Don't really know yet." 

"Then how do you know what colors to use?" Yamato sighed around the paintbrush, taking another one in his hand and wetting it before dipping it into a puddle of pastel blue paint. 

"I just pick what feels right." He muttered, pressing the brush to the canvas and drawing a series of pale blue shapes. Kakashi tilted his head to one side, mesmerized by the brush strokes. Yamato spared him a sidelong glance, and laughed. 

"You look like a cat." He chuckled, mixing a darker blue and adding more, thinner shapes to the picture. Kakashi didn't answer, simply stumbled back ward until he met the couch, and sat down. Yamato turned his full attention to the painting, occasionally wiping paint off on his worn jeans. 

An image began to take shape on the canvas, a strikingly pale man under water, with white hair that floated around him and covered his facial features. His pale skin glowed almost blue in the water, showing off toned muscles and an occasional, silvery scar. 

After a solid hour, Yamato quickly signed his initials at the bottom of the canvas, and leaned back with a sigh. His hands and forearms were stained with various colors, and he had even managed to get some on his face. 

"Wow." Kakashi breathed, rising up off the couch to peer at the painting. "It's..." He dropped off, gesturing at the painting, it's perfectly blended colors, it's shape, it's raw emotion that struck Kakashi's heart, made him feel something-

"Crap. I know." Kakashi stuttered and choked, whirling on him. 

"What on earth- Yamato are you blind?!" He practically screeched. "It's beautiful, it's raw emotion on canvas, it's-" 

"It's not that great." Yamato muttered, looking away. 

"It's incredible Yamato, and that's final." Yamato turned back, his dark eyes hesitant. 

"Is it really... good?" 

"Yes!" Kakashi fisted his hands in his hair. "Yes yes, a thousand times Yamato! Your artwork is the most incredible thing I've ever seen!" 

Yamato smiled hesitantly. "Well, thank you." He muttered, blushing furiously. "Let me go wash up." He disappeared into his bathroom, and the faint sound of the shower starting radiated from behind the door. 

Kakashi slumped onto the couch, smirking to himself. 

What a dork.