Naruto Paint Novels & Stories

Alice I walk over to the flip chart and pick up a red marker. There aren't a lot of colors to work with: green, blue, red, and black, but I think I can create something that will grab Nathan's attention. While music blasts, my hands work their magic. A smile is stretched across my lips, and I pick up my red plastic cup to drink while creating my hilarious art on this paper. I'm drawing a portrait of Nathan, but I'm being bold. This is Picasso's style I'm using for inspiration.

His lips tug up into the smallest of smiles "Wanna see what I've done?" I stand and walk to him, standing behind. The smell hits me, and I'm wondering how hard it must be to stand something like this, but I say nothing, staring at the his painting. His paintings, as always, are done with red and black, some charcoal he sometimes has a thing for. In it, there's a girl, in a cage tied to a chair, by her own guts coming out from her stomach and she has feathers, except she looks as if some of them have been plucked out, and her skin is blistered, bleeding, sores…

" Gregorio looked serious. "What do you mean?" Maureen asked confused. She thought the painting was done. Gregorio handed the paintbrush and acrylic colors to Maureen. Maureen was silent as she gripped the paintbrush tightly. "Sir, it looks like your painting is done," "Not yet," Gregorio replied. Gregorio showed the girl a part of the painting that he intended not to paint. "Ah, this fairy has a flower in her ear," Maureen pointed out in the painting. She didn't notice it right away, because she was looking at the fairy's face.

I removed them slowly, using an empty wall for support, and then grabbed them in one hand, while continuing to walk around barefoot. My attention was pulled from a painting in a far wall, but I just couldn’t resist the colors mixed in it. I made a few fast silent steps until I was in front of this masterpiece. It was made from my favorite colors--black and white, spilled on the canvas in a magical way, their fight frozen in time for all to admire. It wasn’t a picture of something, it was just paint, covering the white space in a stunning way, hypnotizing you by its peculiar shapes. I loved how the white was invading the space of the black, mixing in places to create many shades of gray.

Urkstin asked, and with a nod from me, he smiled gleefully again, “Thank you thank you!” “What do you need specifically?” I inquired, getting myself ready to learn the layout of this room. “Wellll, I need purple, orange, and light blue paint for C.B.T., then I need one of those plastic scraper thingies that Bob Ross uses. That’s all for now.” He explained, trying to visualize the ‘plastic scraper thingy’. I started collecting paints, and took the time to think of a question to ask Urkstin. “So, was your family supportive for your talent choice?” I threw out, while prying open a bucket of purple paint.

She chuckled, turning her head at me. “Promise me you won’t sell this, Red,” she laughed. I shook my head, my shoulders shaking as I laughed with her. “I will keep this. You didn’t tell me you have this kind of talent, but you got my lips wrong.” I raised my hand, my index finger pointing at the curve of the lips of her stick man drawing. Aya glanced at me and then nodded. “Paint again, Red,” she murmured. “I can’t. Since Scarlett died, I felt like I could not paint anymore,” I muttered sadly, glancing at the last piece I made, Scarlett and our twins.

Bert asked, standing next to the painting he’d been working on. Rain stepped around where she could see. It was her. Though he’d used non-traditional colors for most everything except her hair, which still looked different since it was painted in an array of oranges and reds, it was still obvious the figure, painted in yellows, greens, and blues, was her--looking up at the Gate, which was located in the background, painted in a deep blue with a twinkle of sunlight glinting off of it. “Wow!” Rain’s hands went to cover her mouth. She was at a loss for words. “That’s… incredible!”

Nathan buzzed with energy, pulling Katherine from one display to the next, his voice brimming with pride and excitement as he pointed out his work and that of his classmates. "This one's mine," Nathan said, motioning toward a large, abstract painting with bold strokes of crimson and gold. "I call it 'Chaos and Clarity'. You like it?" Katherine studied the painting for a moment, her lips curving into a smile. "I love it," she said sincerely. "It's... raw. It feels like something you'd create." "Raw is right," Nathan replied with a chuckle, scratching the back of his head. "The professor thought I was having some sort of existential crisis, but honestly, I just really liked the color red."

Sa sumunod nang umaga natapos ang painting ko, mga alas-sais. I painted myself and highlighted the color hazel of my eyes. Despite the darkness and the chains that are choking my neck and tightening my hands and feet, my natural eye color became radiant in the painting. Pinapalibutan ako ng madilim na selda at nakasuot ng puti at gusot na dress na para bang isang hayop na inalipusta. It was beautiful yet sad.

“Sorry. I’m just so glad to see you.” “Yeah, I can tell,” Nathan says with a wince, rubbing his shoulder. “What are you doing here? How did you even get here? Your base is all the way over there.” “I used the Cloak of Invisibility. Not Harry’s but Naruto’s.” Kate does a double take. “You watch Naruto, too?” “Duh. And…” Nathan digs into one of the cargo pockets of his lower fatigues. “Ta-da!” he says, revealing two arm bands, both of them red. Kate’s eyes bulge.