Sketches Naruto Novels & Stories

he said, looking at it. "This morning. Priti and I stayed late." He looked at the eleven sketches. At the coat in the center, the one I'd been afraid of for ten years. "This is good," he said. Not the careful, managed good of someone evaluating an investment. Just good. Plainly. "It's not finished. Three of these are still just sketches, the actual pieces aren't" "Mara." He looked at me. "It's good." I looked at the wall.

I am surprised that she quoted my best Nagato words from Naruto and she has never seen an episode of Naruto. *Did you just quote Nagato* I asked to know if it was just a coincidence. *I am surprised you know where it's from* she replied. *of course I do, I am Naruto's number one fan* I replied wiping my tears, slowly I am more interested in Jessica's sudden interest in my favorite anime, than my painful heart. *Then clearly, you haven't met me* she replied, met you? Girl I practically lived with you for 10 years. *You can't be serious Jess, I have known you half of my life and you haven't even seen a single episode of Naruto.* She doesn't even know the difference between Naruto and Sasuke.

Archie smiles and hands over the sketchbook to her. Melanie mouthed a ‘thank you’ as she collect the book from him. She flip the first page and smile at what he drew. It was a sketch of a tree with no leave. She flip to the next page and her eyes widen in shock, it was a drawing of a bird with no eyes. “This is what I called ‘masterpiece’,” she nods at the sketch which sent her to a land of fantasy. She keeps on flipping through the book till she gets to the middle of the book. Archie cross his arms over his chest as he wanted to see the look on her face in the next sketch.

Instead, she just smiles and nods at him as he walks out the door. Picking up the book, she opens it and looks at her profile sketch of Harken, admiring how well her first sketch turned out, owing most of it to Harken and how perfect an art subject he is. Taking out her pencils again, she goes for her second attempt, this time trying a profile sketch of Kyle instead, giving herself a challenge from her last sketch with the contrasting features between Kyle and Harken.

Wren's whole body goes still. The spoon stops halfway to the pot, water hissing against the burner behind her, and for one full second she forgets to breathe at all. "What pictures, baby?" Fern doesn't answer right away. She opens the sketchbook instead, flips past pages of careful, precise drawings, houses and dogs and one recurring sketch of three stick figures holding hands under a tree, until she lands on a page near the back. It's a face. A rough, five-year-old attempt at a face, dark hair, a hard line for a jaw, done in the same grey pencil Fern uses for everything she isn't sure how to name yet.

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

While using the paper stumps shading over the bottom of the bowl to give it the shadow effect to his sketch. Koishi just stares at his sketch with the aww expression on his face looking at his sketch leaving his mouth wide open. “Woooo you like to sketch too” Koishi gaps with a smile over his face making the boy black-haired boy flinch. As he freezes in the mid-air over the sketch of the view in front of him, he was doing. “I’m also so stupid if you were in the same art room as me then why wouldn’t you love art too right?” Still not getting any response from the boy.

His sketches look like anime characters. Fun fact: they are supposed to be Nigerians. The last pages of boy-girl's books are covered in them– layers upon layers of drawings. It's some kind of figure-drawing collage. He should be in an art school, he's really good. He made them into a comic strip. DEITY– he called it, and the protagonist's name is Echinabia, and he acts like a bum. All muscles and no sense. His notes are complete though, written in perfect, elegant calligraphy. It probably took him ages to pen these notes down.

So that means getting going now. Having a blank page for a commission, and getting started on it, that’s two different things. After wasting most of my free period staring at a large white rectangle, I give up and start doodling in a sketchpad instead. Sketches of faces, mostly. The Pack. Imogen. Mom. The college staff. My tutor, Mrs Bird, as a Sergeant Major in a feathery rainbow uniform, strutting around bellowing orders. Jade as a crow, teaching crow martial arts to a bunch of baby crows. Mary in a Cinderella ball gown. Reese as a tiger. Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier.

Holding onto his sketch book and looking out of the window he danced his pencil carefully on the clear paper slowly making a sketch of a young girl sitting on the tree with her back facing him. When the sketch was finsihed he looked at it, his lips curved into a smile as he kept the sketch pad aside.