The Beauty Of Senses~ Inuyasha X Reader

Rediscovery of Colors of Passion

Days has gone by day by day, a few days has turned into a week, then two. I have slowly gotten use to the colourful world that I once knew years ago. Although I can smile when I meet people that I use to know, they were forced once in a while. I have gotten my sight back, but I can't see the person that I want the most in this world. Since I have returned to the village, I have stocked up on my art supplies. As I went around the village, my old clients would ask me when I can start drawing again. I told them that I injured my drawing hand during my travel so it will take a while, but I have stocked up so I can rehab by slowly practicing. After making dinner and finishing, I clean up and sit down on my soft light green silk futon. 3 orange flickering candles lights up the wooden house that I reside in by myself. Big and spacious but lonely, now that I can see I don't need a walking stick or needing the wooden walls to support me. I take out some cheap paper that I have bought and a stick of charcoal. Due to that injury on my drawing hand, I had to try to do major things with my opposite hand. It's not easy, but, we have to carry on with life no matter what difficulties comes our way. I wrap the charcoal stick in a small piece of cloth, and I hold it between my thumb and index finger of my opposite hand. I take two heavy rocks and smooth out the cheap paper onto the wooden ground in front of me, I take a deep breath and I begin to think what I should draw.

"Should I draw the hill with the tree? I think it will be a nice practice to get me warmed up." I say to myself.

I give myself an encouraging smile. Repositioning the charcoal stick I slowly touch the paper with the tip, it feels so awkward. The feelings are off and I can't really control the pressure and strength, I'm slightly frustrated. Since I haven't drawn anything since the injury, my skills are bit rusty. I draw a soft line halfway across the paper, slightly uneven to represent the grassy hill. I then draw branches of the large tree, it was difficult trying to get that equal width of the branches sprouting out. I then draw the tree trunk that I remember by memory, the thickness of the trunk and the height. That was a bit easier, I then proceed to add the leaves, now that required a lot of concentration. I have to find that perfect tip on the charcoal as to not make the delicate lines thick and messy. After 20 minutes or so of adding details to the best of my ability, I put down the charcoal stick and I straighten my back, my legs are numb. I look down at my artwork. The dark lines and shading on the paper changes between black and brown within the flickering orange candles lights, the overall drawing is good, I can tell what it is, and I'm sure other people will say that it's good, but...

"I'm not happy with it..." I say quietly.

I close my eyes and let out heavy sigh. Being unhappy with the work that you make with your two hands, that's the worst feeling an artist can go through. I ball my weak hand up into a fist, should I give up? Should I just find a job in the village instead of continuing my passion? Perhaps I should. As I think that, I rub my tired wrists together. I stop moving when my fingers brush against a soft material and a clear gentle chime echos through the room, I open my eyes and I feel my heart beat fast. I look around the room, then it hit me. It was my bracelet. Since that day when I got my sight back, I hear the chimes everyday, but it just became a gentle constant sound in my life. But just now...it sparked something in me, the gentle chime reminded me of what is important.

"Inuyasha..." I whisper quietly.

That's right, The gentle chime and the bracelet is my only hope to reunite with Inuyasha one day. I then remembered how he and I first met, it was when I was drawing out in the village. Doing what I love. I turn my head to the table that the three bright flickering candles stood, I gaze at them until I feel myself becoming lost in a trance. I see orange and white filling my whole vision, how beautiful the light is in the darkness, I can't lose hope. I blink and I come back to my senses, I feel myself becoming rejuvenated. An image of Inuyasha flashes in my mind, I smile as I see his mental image. I just thought, I want to draw Inuyasha again, I want to draw him this time by using my eyes. For that, I won't give up, I will practice and practice until I get that feel back again. I pick up the tree and hill drawing off of the ground and place it on the wooden table next to the futon, I then take out another sheet of paper. I grab the two rocks and smooth out the paper onto the ground, and I stretch my dominant hand. I massage each finger especially my thumb and index finger, that's where the damaged tendons affected the most, preventing me from moving my thumb and index finger properly. I massage the joints, I can't really feel the pressure due to the lack of feeling but I can feel a little. I massage until my hand becomes warm, I proceed to pick up a new thinner charcoal stick. I place it at the base of my thumb, since my thumb can't bend around the charcoal, I can only bend my index finger around the short charcoal. It's not big enough to wrap the rest of my fingers around it for better control. With the quiet night outside and the warm candles accompanying me, enlightening my heart and confidence, I start to draw. The feeling is so different, it's been so long since I drew something with my dominant hand, I can write with my weak hand, but drawing is completely different. Different pressure creates different lines, control of the medium that you use to create a specific image. Art is such a beautiful thing, it acts as our outlet for our feelings, our thoughts and what we see as beautiful. I practice for hours to find that perfect strength and pressure, to find the perfect control of the medium to move in the way of how I want it. The image that I wanted draw, was Inuyasha. By digging into my memories, I draw out and measure out the facial features of Inuyasha. I gently make light lines as a draft to outline his appearance, it's also a good practice for me to control the pressure of the medium.