The charecter you want: Sai
Whether you want people to know you have it: Don't care~ Besides, my name says enough I think? O.o
Role play sample:
The painter stared at the white canvas that was in front of him, a scroll on the table next to him. One word on the scroll: friend.
Most artists says that sometimes, the sheet stays blank because the muse doesn't appear to help your inspiration. And sometimes, you can't stop it, the inspiration is like a wild torrent, impossible to tame or to follow. Often, truth and fantasy mixes up, and the picture is a real dream.
But Sai never had that impression. The picture just came out of his brush, clear, precise, and simple. The colors just added themselves, like he had no power over it. And the title came never from his imagination, but from the others.
Today, the canvas was still blank after a several hours. Friend was such a word, with so much definitions. In the library, he had found a dictionary and had begun to read the meaning of it. After number three he stopped, knowing enough about the subject. The very first point interested him the most.
A person attached to another by feelings of affection.
The question about feelings was already hard for him and affection was something he just added to his vocabulary. He already experienced anger and fear, when Naruto and Sakura were harmed. Later, Yamato told him that he had affection for them, that he considered them as his friends.
Naruto already made him feel that friends were important, after that Sakura got hurt. That day, the only thing he did was smiling and writing the word down on the scroll.
He knew the word, but not the feeling or real meaning of being a friend. He was empty.
Some sketches appeared on the canvas. First unclear, fluff, but quickly sharpened by the drawers pencil and hand. A grin, a hand, spiky hair, a headband...
But now, he felt something new. A new feeling entered his spirit, something warm and comforting. A feeling that make you feel that you're not alone anymore, that you doesn't have to fear anything, that you are part of the world.
Sakura and Naruto came in. Seeing the artist busy, they didn't say a word and sat down in front of him. They knew that he hated to be disturbed in the middle of his work.
Sai didn't notice their presence, completely absorbed in his universe. His paint and brushes appeared and he began to give live to the painting. Yellow, pink, gray, brown, orange, blue, black, purple, anything to make it beautiful. He searched the most expressive tones and the most realistic shades, everything that could make it perfect.
Hours passed and the sun was setting when Sai posed his brushes aside. Naruto and Sakura came closer and gave a look at the painting.
There they stood, the three teenagers, with their two senseis, Yamato and Kakashi, happy.
Sakura posed her head on Sai's, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling. Naruto nodded and gave his famous fox grin.
Suddenly, the painter saw something missing. He took his brushes and began to paint again.
Slowly, under the eyes of Naruto and Sakura, a sixth character appeared on the canvas, in the afar of the picture.
Someone with black hair and black eyes, wearing a sword at his side. He was smiling and his eyes seemed to say “I will join you again, don't worry.”
Sakura let tears roll on her cheeks and Naruto wiped his own away. Sai was right; Sasuke was a friend.
Far away, but a friend.
A silence passed, the three friends staring at the painting, till Sai broke the silence.
"Ugly...could you please take your ugly head and arms off me?"
Fri Aug 11, 2017 9:34 pm by 
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