CHAPTER ELEVEN | ART

𝕸𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐒 sounded boring at first, it was way too artistic and quiet about that venue for a hang out.

not that you're going to complain, since you weren't the one paying and you thought you were going to experience and learn something new you haven't, and didn't know before.

art.

such a simple word that gave one so many ideas in their head, depending on their style and personality.

it wasn't something you cared about, but when it came to mind, art is definitely something you'd see in the colour red, just fuming and blazing around with a mix of yellow and strong orange. your version of art was a chaotic one that screamed and wreaked havoc.

as for sae, your idea of him as an art piece was really just an auburn piece that was up beautiful, yet a dark colour portrayed somewhere around the canvas, symbolising his unfriendly and cold gaze.

okay, nobody really cares about what happens at the back of your mind.

".. the fuck is this…" you leaned down the art piece's height, eyes going close to inspect the tiny sculpture that was shaped like an owl.

"oi, it's you," you pointed to the sculpture as sae rolled his eyes. "i'm not tiny, unfortunately."

"who said it's tiny? it's ugly," you scoffed and straightened your posture, walking to the next display that had the head of a man. "ooh, nobunaga! nevermind he's hideous," you moved to the next.

the itoshi who silently watched as you admired (more like, insulted) pieces of artwork was somewhat entertaining to you. when the ones he thought weren't all that fascinating in his mind, the moment you insulted it felt sort of funny to him.

the two of you looked exactly like a serious father and a chaotic child to some people. and for a fact that you kept comparing the male with portraits and paintings that he could never rival.

when you forced him to stand beside the paintings for a better comparison, he easily beat the paintings. sae was simply too beautiful compared to mere amateur art pieces.

"why did you choose to come a museum?" you asked when you both stared at a complicating art that went all around the long and huge canvas in colours.

sae remained silent for the next few minutes, his teal eyes glued to the crazy art. it averted its gaze to steal a side glance at you before moving back to the piece. "see this art?"

you hummed in response. "i'm not blind, owl-face."

"good to know you aren't. every art museum has an art piece that looks so complicated and all over the place. it's like an insane or mentally unstable person made it."

"are you calling me insane or mentally unstable?" you glared at him, rolling your eyes before locking your gaze on the art.

"no. you're just like art. complicated and all over the place," said sae. "i chose an art museum to let you learn something about yourself, because you yourself… are an art."

not sure what to respond to his grand words, you stared at him momentarily before snorting from the humour he gave you. "okay owl-face. i'm art, he says," you cooed and rolled your eyes.

"an annoying little gremlin art you are," sae added, earning an instant glare from you who twitched your eyes in annoyance.

endure it, you thought. since you only went along with sae because of your grand speech with him and you wanted to play along with your uncle, giving him a taste of what a rebel is.

little did you know, you were slowly starting to have some fun with the itoshi.