Shura x Yukio Oneshots

Poems (Part I)

Description: Shura Kirigakure is a major in creative writing as well as a senior in the True Cross College. Needing inspiration, she pays a visit to the visual arts department, and she meets somone unexpected.

Notes: College! AU

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Shura scribbled frustratingly at her notebook, rereading some of the lines in her mind. Shaking her head, she tore out the page and it flew to the dust bin in a perfect toss. The young writer placed her head on her desk, stressed out from the random condition every writer hated- Writer's block. She really needed to finish this piece for a client -which was given about a month ago- but only gods know why she was granted with the 'sickness' she most dreaded.

She needed inspiration.
As she was thinking, her phone buzzed. It was from one of the lower batch students' beadles, Shiemi.
Good morning Kirigakure-senpai, Moriyama Shiemi here from the visual arts department :) I was wondering if you could follow up on the script, we really need to begin casting. Could we maybe have it by Friday?

Shura gave a slight grunt. She really wasn't sure if she could finish considering the amount of time she was given. She replied to Shiemi.
Ohayō, Moriyama. I'm not sure if I can get it done by Friday, I kinda need inspiration. Writer's block.

The younger student replied quickly.
Oh, that's okay! You could get inspiration from our painting exhibit later. It's at 4 if you're interested to come.

The senior thought for a while and checked her schedule. She really needed the inspiration.
So at 4 pm, after taking a quick shower and putting on some fresh clothes, Shura left for the exhibit.
Man, was it crowded.
It was filled with tons of Freshmen and Sophomores from the other departments, because the Juniors and the Seniors knew better. Shura braved through the crowd and found herself a nice, uncrowded place near a dude doing a painting demonstration-kind of.

"Hm, it's strange to see Seniors around here," he said, barely looking up from his painting.
"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't necessary," Shura shot him a look.
"Ok then," The boy laughed lightly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and put his brush down in order to talk to her better "So what brings you here?"
"Writing a script for the fine arts musicale. Writer's block. Need inspiration. By the way, I'm Shura, 4th Year Major in Creative Writing," the pink-haired female stuck a hand out.
"Yukio, 4th year Bachelor of Fine Arts." he acceptingly shook her hand.

"The crowd won't disperse for a few hours, I suggest you stay here a bit." Then he smiled the tiniest smile ever.
Shura raised an eyebrow then pulled out a chair from an unguarded exhibit beside Yukio's. "So tell me," she said. "What're you painting?"
"I'm trying to create cubist art. Do you know Pablo Picasso?" he said.
Shura tried to rack her brain for what she remembered during her art history class. But it seemed that Yukio answered that question for her.
"He's a cubist artist, he painted Guernica."

Trying to be interested, Shura simply nodded and flipped open her notebook, still unable to think of what to add to the script. Closing it once more, she sighed and just decided to watch Yukio paint.
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A couple more hours later, the venue wasn't so crowded, just a few people. "Hey look, it's not so crowded anymore. You can go look around for your inspiration." Yukio turned to look at Shura but the girl was asleep.
Sighing he began to poke her in the side.

"What the hell?" Shura slapped him in the face and yawned.
"Ouch." Yukio rubbed his face.
"Ah, sorry, well, I'll be heading back now." Shura replied awkwardly, walking backwards.
"Are you coming back to the exhibit tomorrow?" the boy called to her as she was heading to the door.
"Sure! I haven't finished the script anyway. " she yelled back and headed to her dorm.

The next day, Shura headed out early to the exhibit. It was a Wednesday anyway, and she didn't have classes on those days.

"You're back." Yukio said, and grabbed a chair for her to sit on.
"Well, yeah, like I said yesterday." Shura replied as her companion started painting again.
"Why aren't you checking out the other parts of the exhibit?" the male senior asked her.

Why wasn't she walking around the exhibit? Shura thought for awhile. "Lazy." she replied. It felt like an excuse. An excuse for what, though?
That night, Shura sat down at her desk and wrote more parts of the script. It was cool how she felt so inspired, that the creative zen just flowed out of her. Shiemi was right. She did need inspiration. But the inspiration didn't come from the painting, she realized after all this time. It came from the painter.
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This conclusion frustrated her a wee bit too much that she didn't return to the exhibit Thursday afternoon, but she was determined to finish writing the play to get her mind off of it.
At 1:30 am, she finally finished it. Proud of herself, Shura was going to climb into the warmth of her bed but there was a knock at her door.
"Who is it?" she whispered sleepily, opening the door.
However, the female senior was unable to get her answer as she was glomped by a taller figure. It was Yukio. He was crying.

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Part II will be out soon! (By soon I mean maybe on Christmas or something)
Anyway, yesterday I found out that this book hit 1.1k reads!!! I love you guys!!!!! I love how you guys keep reading even though I'm a suckish admin (the other admin's cooler). THANK YOU GUYS ILY I PROMISE TO UPDATE FASTER SERIOUSLY I WILL PULL MY LAZY ASS OUT OF BED AND WRITE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS

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