Love is Art Ch. 5

As you looked behind you, you saw no one.  You took a breath of relief, you stopped running and walked through the park. You followed the path home, it hurt like hell to pass the chairs that you and Yami had shared. You shook the memory from your head and walked a little faster to get home.

Once again you got to the door of the complex and headed for the stairs. Sitting the base of your only way to your appartment was Yami, he was out of breath but still had that damn smile on his face.

"How did you find me," You growled.

"I followed you for a time, then I remembered the first time I saw you here," Yami began, "I assumed that you were at least hiding out here."

Your face was blank, you were out of words. Although you wanted to run again he stood up and went into his pocket and pulled out your brushpen.

"How did you...?"

"It fell out of your bag when you took off," Yami interupted.

He handed you your pen and smiled once more as was about to walk around you to leave without any further words. You watched him take a few steps before he stopped.

"Before I go, may I get the name of my artist?"

Your body froze instantly, he wanted to know your name. After a few seconds of fighting with yourself you gave him your real name.

"A name like yours shows not only beauty, but talent. I hope someday you are discovered as the wonderful artist that you are," Yami said.

As you blushed to hear such a thing come from someone who had not seen a single piece you had created, he walked out the door.

As you entered you appartment you unloaded your small ration of supplies. After a small time you checked your emails. You responded to a few and then you saw a reminder notice for the Card Art Contest, you sighed and just junked it. As you played your music and sketched until your hand began to hurt, you mind wandered back to Yami. You just were not sure why he was at Artist Ally or why he ran all the way back here to return your brushpen. Did he have feelings for you or was he playing some sort of game with you? It was just too soon to make anything of it. You looked out your window and said aloud,

"The sunset, very few appreciate you. Your a piece of art that no one can truly understand, are you the begining or the end? Maybe someday we will find out the truth."

~Yami's Appartment~

Yami had hung up the phone feeling a little depressed, he walked to his window and saw the sunset. He held the silver replica of the Puzzle in his hands, a lonely tear fell from his eye.

"Aibou," sighed Yami.

He watched the sunset and wondered,

" Has the sunset between us Aibou? Is everything I thought we had, over? Or is this the begining of my own life?"

As the last bit of light disapeared from sight Yami turned and headed to his room. As he was about to sleep he whispered your name.