♡The Painter and The Singer♡

♡Chapter 9♡

Rina Shin slowly opened her Hazel eyes, blinking a few times to clear her blurry vision. She noticed that the room she's currently in is not hers and due to her denseness, she tried to think if she slept on Hotaru's place or some hotel room. But when she felt pain in that part between her thighs, happenings from last night slowly becomes clear in her mind. And so, to prove that everything that happened last night is not a dream, she looked down, only to find herself clad with a red blanket, not completely covering the entire of her chest and thighs. Her eyes widened and she was about to get out of the bed when a manly voice spoke, making her looked at the direction of the voice.

"Don't," Vincent said. "Don't move."

Vincent is only wearing his boxing shorts and his hair a little messier than the usual. He is holding a palette on his left hand, a brush on the right and a painting canvas in front of him. Obviously he's painting. But because of naivety, she still got confused with what he said. Don't move?

"Why?" Rina asked mutely, still oblivious to the fact that Vincent is making a painting of her.

"Idiot," Vincent muttered, his full concentration is on the canvass but occasionally glancing at her direction. "Obviously, I'm painting you."

Rina's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Really?"

"Yeah, so don't move or you'll ruin it," Vincent said. "I'm almost finished."

"Alright," she said smiling but suddenly she remembered something. "Eh? Wait! But I'm naked."

"Yes, you are," Vincent said boredly. "So what?"

"Don't tell me you're making a painting of me, naked?" Rina asked.

"Obviously," Vincent said, putting the palette down. Rina blushed.

"Don't you think that's a little per-," but she was cut off by Vincent.

"I'm done." Vincent declared.

"Eh? You're done already? That was fast," Rina said shocked. Vincent nodded his head.

"Yeah, and for your information, I've been doing this for a while already and I'm a professional painter. It's only natural for me to paint fast," Vincent looked at her direction and then gave her a small smile. "Come, don't you want to see the painting? After all, you're the model."

"Ah, you're so full of yourself," Rina hissed. Nevertheless, Rina slowly get out of the bed, gripping tightly the blanket so that it won't fall from her body. She walked towards Vincent's direction and was amazed with the masterpiece laid in her very eyes.

It was really her. Her brunette hair is perfectly shade, her big hazel closed orbs are drawn excellently with the perfect shape and spark. The painting portrays innocence and not perverseness. Rina admit, when Vincent said that he's painting her naked, she thought that it would look something nasty and immoral, something that depicts lust, but Mikan is wrong. Vincent made her look like an innocent angel, a rendition of purity and simplicity, sleeping on his bed with only the blanket wrapped angelically around her body. A painting that can be match up with Michelangelo's 'The Creation of Adam'.

She felt strong arms wrapped around her waist, but she didn't turned around to look at the owner of it. She was awestruck and fascinated with this portrait.

"Do you like it?" She heard Vincent asked.

"It's," Rina touched the painting, running her fingers through the edges of it, "Magnificent."

"It's yours," Vincent said. "Make sure to take care of it."

"I will," And she turned around pecking his cheeks. "Thank you for this masterpiece."