The Beauty Of Senses~ Inuyasha X Reader

A Simple Drawing

I was born to a family of middle to low status, emphasis on the "was". Now, I'm a woman of the age of 24 by myself. My parents has passed away when I was 15, thus making me an orphan. I'm an only child, but I was well loved by my parents before their passing. I have an easy going personality, I want to help others as much as I can, but I will not stand by and watch things happen that I see as wrong. I was taken in by an orphanage, but now that I am of age, I decided to go out and live my own life. When my parents were still here, I learned a lot about life from them. Not to mention both of my parents were artists, and being their child, they taught me how to draw. My father also taught me how to make things such as bracelets, necklaces and so on. My mother taught me how to draw people, and because of their teaching I have become an artist myself. With their artistic legacy existing within me, I now use my artistic skills for a living. It's enough for me to get by, I'm able to live a decent life with clothes on my back and food to eat. I have a specialty of drawing a person by feeling their facial features just once, I don't need to look at them as I draw afterwards. It's a practice that I have to have if I want to continue in this field of artistry, it's a bit sad to be honest. You see, I have a genetic trait inherited from my father's side. As I get older, I will start to lose my eyesight, my father lost his eyesight at the age of 36. The funny thing is, I can draw other people perfectly, but I can't draw myself. It's really difficult, I can never get my own features accurately. It's a mystery but it's not like I draw myself all the time or have the need to draw myself. I'm 24 now but my eyesight is starting to lose its clarity, things are becoming fuzzy bit by bit. The doctor said that I will lose my sight by 26, it's devastating but it shouldn't stop me from doing what I love and need to do. There are many people out there in the world with blindness and born with handicaps but they are still living life to the fullest. I should too. A long time ago, there was a battle over a magical orb called the "Sacred Jewel" that was said to be very powerful. Demons fought over it, but eventually the battle ended and the land was peaceful once again, I'm not quite familiar with the legend because that was way before my time, about 50 years ago to be precise. An event that happened 50 years ago has made the land as it is now, I'm thankful that things turned out alright. I'm setting up my sketch corner in a quiet part of the street on my village one morning, I usually draw till late afternoon or evening. I can still see so I have to take the time to live out my life with colors as much as I can, the people in the village knows me as the "Blindfolded Artistic Butterfly" it's a nickname that I feel is a bit much for me but I can't stop a village of people from thinking of something. I like to talk to my clients as I sketch, it helps me complete the missing aspect of the portrait, the personality aspect of the still picture. They say a picture tells a story, and I love that quote.

"Can you make a drawing for my son_____________?" One of the mother of the village that comes twice every year asks me.

"Of course, it's that time of year again, a start of a new year and your son has aged another year. I remember when he first came here 6 years ago, now look at him." I say giving her now 14 year son a good look.

"Indeed, having a picture of him every passing year has become a ritual now for me, it gives me the opportunity to relive the moment when he was younger." She says with a smile.

"I understand what you mean, a nice memory to look back on. Shall we start?" I ask the boy.

He nods and I can see a slightly fuzzy smile. I clean my hands with a wet towel and then I gently touch his facial features, from his hairline, to his forehead, his brow bone and down his face to his chin, I study his face carefully at the same time. After about a minute or so I finally step back and sit down in my chair, I turn around so my back is facing them. I set up my clean white rice paper and my charcoal stick, I then start to sketch out the boy's features one at a time. It takes me about 10 minutes to finish one drawing, it's not long but I make sure that the result will satisfy my client.