Blank Canvas (A Risotto Nero Love Story)

Experimentation and Cups (Edited!)

"AAAAAH!" Aurora screamed, throwing the brush to the other side of her studio. She breathed heavily, far too frazzled to think properly. She grabbed Rusty and dashed out of the room, heading into her kitchen to grab a knife. She fished her phone out of her pocket, quickly fumbling through her contacts.

"Come on, come on...!" She muttered, pressing the phone to her ear. She heard the line pick up, followed by someone speaking her name in confusion. "Please get here as soon as you can." She said quickly, snapping the phone shut. She held Rusty in one arm while she brandished the knife in the other.

She wasn't expecting the entire group of hitmen to arrive at her house, but she couldn't say she was mad. Prosciutto rushed forward with Risotto, quickly looking her over to make sure she wasn't injured. "What happened? Is it a stand user?" The blonde asked, ready to fight.

"Wha-a stand user? I don't... gah never mind! There's something in my studio! You're hitmen! Kill it!" She cried in frustration, waving her knife in that general direction. Risotto calmly took the blade from her, saying nothing as he made long strides to the studio. Ghiaccio stayed behind to protect her while the others marched forward, frost gathering around his fists. Aurora was too distracted by the threat in her home to properly notice. Why was she constantly getting into trouble? Why couldn't she have a break!?

After a few minutes of nothing, Risotto came back out into the kitchen with a small frown. "There's nobody there. Are you sure you saw something, Anon?" He asked, still concerned. Aurora huffed, nodding her head. She carefully walked past him, not noticing him tense as she brushed against his arm. The painter poked her head into the studio, seeing most of the men cautiously poking around. She didn't really mind, so long as they were careful.

"It was... here, hold on," She mumbled, walking over to the area where she had thrown her brush. She looked at the wooden tool hesitantly. Fear bubbled inside of her, but she had to show them the truth! She picked it up, holding it tight within her hand.

"This," She said, "This is it. Except, there were eyes on it. And it spoke to me."

Prosciutto raised a brow at her. "Are you sure you're still not just shaken up from the night before?"

Aurora remembered that night, pain swelling in her chest. She was trying her best to block it out. "Y-yes, I'm sure!" She yelled, scowling.

"Hey, don't get mad! I'm just trying to be logical!" He countered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, shut up! I saw what I saw!" She continued to argue, pointing the brush at him.

"Enough!" Risotto suddenly barked, stepping into the studio. Prosciutto sighed, trying his best to fight the urge to smoke. He headed over to the balcony. Aurora pouted, looking at her brush once more. Nothing.

"Anon, what happened? Walk me through it." The man said, making the woman look to him in shock. Was he taking her seriously?

Aurora quickly sat down on her stool, facing the canvas on her easel. "Alright. So, I was getting ready to paint."

"How did you feel?" He asked, looming over her. Aurora chewed the inside of her cheek.

"W-well... I felt happy. I was ready to forget what happened last night. Painting helps alleviate the stress that builds." She answered truthfully, glancing up at him. Risotto was listening intently, his scarlet red eyes focusing on her alone. She felt like she was being swallowed up.

"I sketched out the piece I wanted. I brought up my brush, like this, and then I heard a voice!" She exclaimed, reenacting the events that had just taken place. Risotto listened carefully, his fingers lingering on his chin in thought.