Phew, been awhile since I last posted right? :o gomen The good thing is that this story is 4 chapters long and I already finished 3/4 chapters :D Just need them to be beta-ed D:

Disclaimer: I do not own CG but this story is mine and mine alone! So don't you DARE take it off or I'll wear your skin as my own sweater!

Alrighty! lets get going.

Renaissance
Era: 1300-1600
Year: 1496
Spring of Renaissance

The portrait was adorned with bright, soothing effects of the color spectrum. The use of brush stokes created texture in some areas. A thick, bright green line was used to distinguish between the heavenly sky and the blossoming earth while curvilinear lines formed hills with a thin stream swirling beside it. A young girl in a baby pink dress with wavy blonde hair and large purple eyes sat on top of the flower-covered hill wearing a gigantic smile. On top of her head lay a crown made of flowers.

"Beautiful isn't she?"

A young man with black hair clad in a black doublet and pants walked up behind her. He was tall and handsome but, unlike other men, he was frail as if a tiny gust of wind could send him soaring half way across the world.

"Compared to the others, I believe the right word is minimal. Certainly there is emotion, but it's not original."

"I'm not so sure. I have a feeling the painter wanted to convey a message to his loved ones and audience of a time of peace, prosperity and innocence," he said, eyeing the painted girl lovingly.

Catching the look he gave, she commented, "You look as if you've been love struck by this girl."

"Perhaps…"

"Hmmm…I'd like to meet the painter and give him a piece of my mind."

Turning his attention to the green-haired beauty, he asked, "Oh? ... Pray tell, what would you say?"

"It's horrible. You lack imagination. Your art does not compel our mind to think; instead, it's our heart. Overall, you're an idiotic painter," she complained as she turned to gaze upon other paintings while making her way down the hallway slowly.

The man burst into a fit of laughter at her honesty. Eventually, after calming himself down, he made his way beside the unique green-haired lady. She was a young lady, too young to be a mother but old enough to be married. Dressed in a crimson gown, she bore green locks that shined beautifully. Her eyes were golden as the blazing sun while her skin was as pale as a porcelain tea set. Unlike the majority of the young ladies present at this Art Ball, she stood out. Judging by her outward appearance, one would say she was young, but her presence spoke of years of knowledge greater than any scholar's.

Perhaps I may be lucky today,he thought as he led her to the ballroom where couples spun in union along with the melody.

"May I have the honor?" the young man asked, taking a step back and bowing politely while extending a hand.

Placing her hand in his, she replied, "I suppose you could lead me down the stairs."

He chuckled. "I must apologize for not asking a fair lady her name."

"C.C. and what is your name, milord?"

"If you honor me with a dance, then I shall tell you."

As they walked down the stairs, she couldn't help but notice how long, slender and comforting his hand was. Once they reached the bottom, his right hand planted itself on the side of her waist while the other clasped her right hand. Not wanting to hear her answer, he began dancing. Unfortunately, the young lady did not want to be led, so their dance became awkward and pitiful. Her feet would "accidently" stomp on his, and her hand would "slip" and hit his face whenever they did a twirl. Surprisingly, he brushed off each incident as if it'd never occurred. Seeing as her efforts were futile, she complied and let him take reign of the dance floor.

Counting the beats, they merged into the crowd as one couple dancing among the many others. They talked about nothing in particular, yet there was no awkwardness. They danced all through the night as if they were in their own little world.

"You have yet revealed your name, milord."

"Indeed I have not."

"I've danced with you all night. Are you still refusing to answer me after I complied with your demand?"

She swirled under his stretched arm.

Chuckling, he replied, "Call me the Idiotic Painter, milady."

"Ahh. So you're the painter; how rude of me for criticizing your painting." Then, with great sarcasm, "I must apologize."

She took an exaggerated bow.

"No need to apologize," he said, interrupting her bow, "Instead why don't you let me borrow you for tonight."

Taking her hand in his, he began to walk out of the ballroom.

"And what would you like to do with me tonight?"

"What any other experienced, young artist such as I would do." He helped her onto the carriage and followed soon after saying a few farewells to his sponsors.

Idiotic Painter's House

"Mister Citrus, Miss S, milord is back, and it looks like he brought another one."

"Let Mister Citrus and Miss S rest tonight, Anya. Lady C.C and I will be in my room for tonight," the artist ordered, leading the way up to the round staircase.

"Yes, milord." The pink-haired maid curtsied.

Once they made their way up to his room, C.C. started to laugh, confusing the young man.

"I'm not sure what goes on in your head. I am not dressed well, yet you still pick me out of all the young ladies at the ball."

"Once my eyes fall on something they like, I take it and do whatever I want with it. So, if you don't mind me taking you tonight." He smirked as he opened the door, leading her in.

"Not at all, milord. Please tell me what I can do to help," she commented, walking into the room.

Then the door was locked.

Several hours later

"Not bad."

"Not bad? It's exquisite!"

"… I was right. You are an idiot."

"Just look at it! It's the most beautiful thing ever!"

"I spent the whole night with you for this?"

"Can't you feel it?"

"You changed the composition."

"I merely changed your expression."

"Yes, but something so small can change the whole painting."

"I made you exquisite!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"I think I'll name it The Idiotic Model!"

"You are indeed an idiot."

I like to thank Mimiv-chan for betaing my stories :3

What season and era will be next? Stay tune for next time on Four Seasons! :O