Painting Our Love Story

A cute man in shabby clothes is now in a quiet corner of the park, with the pencil in his hand, waving his hand to paint on a sketchbook. He occasionally looked at the beautiful sky that with its soft blue color.

His tiny lips humming cutely with a rhythmic tempo following his hand movements. His long bangs were blown by the cool breeze. Who is he? The sweet man's name is Yukino Aomori Nogami.

"Ah?!" he was surprised as he continued to stare at the sky which turned gray, a sign that it would rain soon.

"I have to go back soon. If not, then my sketchbook will get wet later," Yuki muttered then hurriedly got up from his seat and immediately stepped into a house that looked small and vulnerable.

Brukk...!!!

The petite body jerked backwards when it was hit by someone taller than him. Yuki didn't focus, because the only sketchbook fell right on top of the water which made page by page become wet. Yuki tried carefully to save his sketchbook then he could dry it when he got home.

"Sorry," said the crasher to Yuki who suddenly made the sweet man look up the figure who was staring at a cold face and unpleasant look. Yuki just replied with a smile. He understands that everyone who stares him always see him like that.

"It's okay brother. Excuse me, sorry for taking your time," Yuki replied in a friendly manner and then politely walked away from that man.

***

Now, Yuki was already in his little house. He is currently busy trying to dry his sketchbook which is really shabby because it was submerged in a puddle of water. He occasionally blew the sketchbook, hoping that it can dry and can be used as usual.

"Ah, it's already the time, I have to go to work immediately," Yuki muttered surprisingly when he looked at the clock on the wall which was already half to six in the evening.

Working? Yes of course. Who will give money to eat and fulfill his life necessities other than himself? Yuki is an orphan. His parents were killed by assassins who were chasing their family.

Do you realize? Yuki, is a Japanese name which means the sweet man. He was born in the land of Sakura. Then, how did Yuki move from his country to here? The answer is, Yuki was cared for by his grandmother in this country. Actually, in the house where Yuki now lives.

If anyone asks where is Yuki's grandmother right now? The answer, she was killed by an assassin who also killed Yuki's parents.

At that time...

Flashback On.

"Yuki's home! Grandma? Where are you, grandma? Look! Yuki got an A on Yuki's math test." The little feet stepped cautiously towards the grandmother's room. Yuki, who was 9 years old, just got an A in a very difficult subject. Currently, Yuki has just been in 3rd grade.

"Grandma?" Yuki called when his steps were close to the room.

"Grandma why don't you—"

Brakk...!!!

The bag that was originally in his hand suddenly released when he saw a figure lying stiff with blood splattered on the floor in his grandmother's room.

"Grandma!" Yuki shouted with his eyes wide open and immediately stepped his trembling feet closer to the corpse.

"G-grandma?" he called in a trembling voice holding the tears that were about to explode.

Brukk...!!!

Yuki knelt in front of the corpse of his grandma who was very pathetic. Her face didn't look like a human after the stabs and cuts in the eyes, cheeks and forehead of the corpse. Yuki cried when he realized that not only his grandma's eyes were pierced, but the corners of the grandmother's lips seemed torn to the limit of the ear. Turning from the face, other parts of his grandma's body were also torn apart leaving behind a lot of blood.

"G-grandmother," he said softly as he rubbed his grandma's face with his hands and body that were shaking violently.

"Grandma!!" Yuki burst into tears for a moment. His head felt dizzy and throbbing at the same time.

"Grandma!! Don't leave Yuki grandma!! Yuki doesn't want to be alone!! Grandma don't leave Yuki... Yuki begs you... Grandma....Hikss... Grandma!! Yuki sad, Yuki very sad grandma!! Yuki has no one else, grandma, don't leave Yuki here alone... Yuki is scared," Yuki whispered sobbing in front of her grandma's corpse. He didn't care anymore, even his clothes were now covered in the blood of his grandma who he loved so much.

Yuki's head really feels dizzy. His sight slowly faded, until it got dark. Yuki was lying unconscious right next to his grandma's corpse.

Flashback Off.

Now, Yuki was at the restaurant where he worked. Yuki had deliberately taken the night shift. Because in the morning, afternoon, and evening he had to work elsewhere. Yes, Yuki took 4 jobs at once.

In the morning, he would work as a painting teacher in a kindergarten. He was accepted to work there because the owner felt sorry for this sweet man. In addition, the owner was also amazed to see Yuki's talent in painting. Therefore, he accepted Yuki to teach his students to paint even with those slightly shabby clothes.

In the afternoon Yuki will work as a waitress at a cafe near of his house. And in the evening, he works as a coolie washing dishes in a quite large restaurant.

Back to Yuki, now, he is currently busy taking orders from the restaurant customers who are having dinner fellowship. Of course, the order was a lot which made it a little overwhelming.

"..., And French fries," said the customer after mentioning the order to Yuki.

"Okay, thank you, I have written all the order. Please wait, ladies and gentlemen," Yuki replied very kindly to all of them. Then politely, he immediately went away towards the back to give orders.

But when he was about to go in the back, suddenly someone called him loudly. Realizing that he was the one who was summoned, Yuki suddenly turned around with a sweet smile.

"Is there something that I can do, lady? Or what would you like to order?" Yuki asked after approaching the table of the customer who called him earlier.

"I want carbonara with spicy sauce and vodka," replied the woman ordering what she wanted to.

"Is there anything else you'd like to order?" Yuki asked the woman again with an unstoppable emitted-smile.

"Oh, honey… what would you like to order?" the woman asked another to the figure which made Yuki's gaze shift to that figure.

Deg!

Ah, isn't he the person I bumped into earlier? — Yuki asked himself.

"No," the man replied coldly.

"Seriously honey, I'm the only one eating? You eat, please...then you'll stay healthy. If you're sick, who's worried? She asked coaxing a man who was none other than her lover.

"No," replied her lover again with an emphasis that made the woman understand.

"Y-yes okay then," replied the woman who did not dare to persuade again.

"Well waiter, my girlfriend doesn't want to have dinner. There you go, "said the woman to Yuki. Wait, why did that woman kick Yuki out like that?

"Okay miss, then I'll excuse myself," Yuki kindly then went to the back to give all orders to the person who responsible for cooking.