|Kuro Tenshi 黒い天使
Author: KuraiFlame16 PM
My name is Kurosa. I'm going to an art show that my friend wanted me to go to. After that, my life goes through an unexpected turn! Why me?Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Chapters: 6 - Words: 4,485 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 11-21-12 - Published: 08-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3049769
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There was click sound as I locked the door to my house. I took my key out of the key hole on the door and put it into my pants pocket. I looked down at myself to see if I chose decent clothes. I saw blue jeans, my white shoes, and green short sleeve shirt.
"Good," I thought to myself.
I started walking to my destination. Today, there was an art show at the park. My friend Tsuki, wanted me to meet her there to look at the different artwork there. I let out a sigh escape my lips as I saw the park. It was five minutes away from my house.
"Kurosa!" I heard my name being called.
I turned around to see Tsuki. She was wearing blue shorts with a sky blue short sleeve shirt on. Her skin was a peach color and she had brown hair that went down to her shoulders. Her eyes were light brown. She looked lighter than me.
She has peach skin while my ski is tan. Her hair is brown while mine is dark brown. Tsuki has light brown eyes and my eyes matched my hair.
"I'm glad you came," Tsuki spoke as she patted my shoulder with her hand.
"You're lucky I actually came," I replied as she took her hand off my shoulder.
"You're the lucky one. My parents allowed you to come to this art show for free. That's because we've been friends since childhood and my parents seems to like you," Tsuki told me as she walked around me in a circle then to be in front of me.
"Yeah, I know," I replied as I nodded my head.
"That's only because her parents are rich," I thought and inwardly sighed.
My friend was born into a rich family. She is very spoiled and lives in a mansion. Tsuki doesn't have a job either. This art show is going on because her parents like to see different art work. Compared to me, I live with only my mom in a two story house. My father died overseas on a job, I was five then.
"Let's go look at the artwork!" Tsuki exclaimed as she took one of my arms and took me to the section where the artwork was being shown.
"What about this one?" Tsuki asked me as she pointed to a picture.
I looked at the picture that Tsuki pointed to and noticed that it was a drawing. It was a fruit basket full of fruit in a table. The background was a brown color so I guess that the basket is inside a house.
"It's ok I guess," I answered as I slipped my arm out of her hold.
"I really don't know how Tsuki's family including her enjoys seeing these artworks," I thought as Tsuki left to see more artwork.
"Great," I whispered to myself and then sighed.
I looked around the art show. The place was packed with people of all ages, young and old. I decided to walk more to see the other art that this place had to show. I stopped in front of one artwork. I stared in amusement. It was a painting.
"It's alright I guess," I talked to myself as I looked at the painting that was being displayed.
The painting had what seemed to be an angel on it except it had black wings. The clothing it was all black and there was a black circle in between its hands. Even the background was black. What amused me though, were the different shades of black that was used.
"Do you like it?" I heard a voice questioned.
The voice was deep so I guess the person is male. I also guess that he was asking me if I liked the picture in front of me. I turned to see a boy who looks around the same age as me. I was right, as I looked at him. His skin was a little darker than mine, he dirty blonde hair, and he also had the same eye color as me. The boy was wearing dark blue jeans with a black short sleeve shirt.
"So?" he questioned me as he stared at the painting then back to look at me.
"It's nice," I commented as I turned to stare at the painting.
"Do you have a name?" he questioned me again and I turned to face him.
"Kurosa," I spoke staring him in question.
"Not bad. Mine is Nazo," the boy Nazo told me.