Rukia Drawing Novels & Stories

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

I scrambled to cover the drawing with my arms, my heart thundering. “Relax, Picasso,” Luca grinned. “You’re not in trouble.” Kael stepped in last, silently scanning the room. His eyes dropped to the paper under my hand. “Dude,” River said, brushing past me and yanking the drawing into the light before I could stop him. “This is insane. Who is this?” I went stiff. “It’s… just a character I made up.” Luca tilted his head. “A made up girl?” “She looks real though,” Alexander said, his voice low. “Too real.”

And seeing not just Luca in her, but Aria too, doesn't make this any easier. Rosie smiles. "Do you want to see my drawings?" My eyes widen in shock, and I turn to look at both Alessandro and Claudia, who nod approvingly. "I'd love to," I reply. She shrieks in excitement and grabs my arm as I follow her to the living room. She is showing me her artwork, each piece more colorful than the last. I notice a drawing of a woman with long hair and a man with a beard, holding hands with a little girl—the same one I had seen earlier.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” He kissed her on the forehead, the familiar warmth of her skin almost undoing him completely. Tessa grabbed his hand, tugging at it with excitement. “Come look! I made something.” Kris let her pull him across the room, each step feeling like a lead weight. She led him to the floor where a pencil drawing lay on a sheet of paper. Kris sat down beside her, feeling numb as he looked at the drawing. It was simple—just three stick people. A man, a woman, and a little girl in between them holding both of their hands.

After some seconds, it disappoints me because I remember nothing at all, but I just let my pencil's graphite run across the thick cream paper. I find myself drawing a face of a lady. After doing her temples' contours, I accent his hair with curls — it's the late older sister of Mister Rusco Andreyev. I don't still know her name, but she's a beauty. I wonder why Mister Andreyev came up with his sister being the, somewhat, emblem of Doyarka. Anyway, after finishing her long neck and bony, unclad shoulders, a shadow covered my existence. I then raise my head and find Colton before me standing akimbo.