Yu Gi Oh Drawing Novels & Stories

LYRA POV Even though the room was dimly lit, it couldn't hide what surrounded me. Drawings. Everywhere I looked, there were drawings of me. Me standing in the garden, sunlight catching my hair. Me sleeping, my face peaceful and relaxed. Me walking through corridors, my dress flowing behind me. Me laughing at something, joy captured in careful pencil strokes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch one of the papers. The detail was perfect. Every line of my face, every strand of hair, every small expression—all captured with stunning accuracy.

I couldn't find anything to say that wouldn't give something away that I wasn't ready to give. Across the room Hori was looking at the drawing, then at me, then at Kyrian. Then back at me with the expression of someone whose argument had just made itself for her without any assistance. I looked at the drawing and I felt my heart beating louder and faster with every passing second.

Nothing pulls me out of a weird mood faster than doodling. As we go through the scene for the umpteenth time, I find myself doing rough sketches of the men in front of me. None of my drawings ever look particularly realistic - my doodles have more of a cartoony, comic book style - but I'm pretty proud of how they turn out. Once I've done Omar and Mr. Grand, I move on to the person I really want to doodle - Orlando. I don't get him right the first time. Or the second. Or the third. At first I can't seem to get his hair right, but by the end it's his eyes that are giving me the most trouble. Nothing I draw can capture how startling and direct they are.

Suddenly, he picked up a pen, making Akiko look at him in confusion. "Draw something to pass the time," he said. "There's no paper," she replied. "Drawing doesn't always need paper," Glen said, holding out his hand. While Glen stayed focused on the game, Akiko began doodling on his arm. He remembered the black tattoo across his back-her drawings were nothing like that. "Hah..." Glen and Hans sighed after finishing the game-then froze. Glen's arms were completely covered in ink-flowers, cats, and random shapes.

Were they just broken and hurting on the inside? Seeing the glee in the tormenter's eyes--she guessed it was more than that. They genuinely seemed to enjoy it. Jacob dropped the folder he'd been clutching onto for dear life and watched in horror as pieces of paper flew in every direction. On closer inspection, Jenna saw the pieces of paper were drawings. And they were amazing. It appeared to be a hand-drawn comic, inked in black and white, completed with speech bubbles and onomatopoeia. The characters looked like anime drawings, with cute faces and big eyes. They were gorgeous.

The safe one. But I wasn’t going to let her ruin this. Not when what I had with Ace felt real in a way nothing else ever had. I opened my notebook and started to doodle instead. It was safer. Less pressure. I drew Ace, messy hair, crooked grin, broad shoulders, and gave him armor. Actual armor. A little cartoon version of him holding a fire hose like a sword. Above his head, I scribbled, “Rookie gato in shining armor.” It made me laugh, which helped.

He walks out of the kitchen with the small precise footsteps of a child who has completed his task for the morning, and he goes back down the hall to his room, and I hear his door close softly. I sit on the kitchen floor with the notebook in my lap. I open it. I look at the map. Then I turn the page. There is another drawing underneath it that I have not seen. Grey has drawn it in a different colour. Green. It shows two figures standing on a pavement outside what seemed like a building. One is a man in what looked like a coat. The other is a woman in a green crayon painted dress. Above the man's head, Grey has drawn a small arrow.

Is that he? The next sheet had a drawing of Zog. "It's me?" – Zog asks in his head. -I think so. Goddess, it's magnificent. The next sheets were drawings of Lucifron smiling, Lucifron looking at the moon, Lucifron looking far away. So many of his drawings, until the blank pages appear. - Do you like it? – Gary asked from the bathroom entrance, where, wrapped in a towel, he was leaning against the doorpost with his arms crossed.

‘I guess even they noticed the height difference between Dante and me,’ I gave a quiet chuckle. “And this is us and Yuki, and we’re all holding hands.” Three little stick figures, blue, purple, and green, were next to the pink one, along with a weird-looking yellow thing that I guess was Yuki. “It’s beautiful, Nathan. Good job.” I cheered, and he beamed with pride. “Mine next.” Michael shoved his drawing into my hand, and I took his and Leon’s. They were similar to Nathan’s work, but Michael’s was more wonky, and the height difference was less dramatic. Leon’s drawing was the neatest, with a big red heart around us.

"Hey, kiddo." Her big blue eyes beam in happiness. "What are you drawing?" I ask, walking over to the abandoned paper she was working on moments before. She catches up to me taking my hand, she then leads me the rest of the way to the drawing. I pick up the picture and look it over, there's a yellow sun in the top corner with grey clouds around it. Towards the bottom is two people, both stick figures, ones taller with short hair and the others shorter with long hair. The two people are holding hands.