Okay, felt like doing a short story, this one will be about five, perhaps six chapters long, and is a continuation of my other story, Visiting You During the Rain, so I suggest you go and read that one first if you don't mind! Anyhow, I felt like doing something fluffyish so I went and continued my other one, well I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Colors of Dancing Flowers ~Spring~

Micah sighed as he awoke that morning, at precisely 8:00, stretching his tired limbs as he began to get out of his bed. What day was it again? Oh yeah, it was fall 27th, right, and that meant just one thing for him. His small body was rather sore from the work he did the other day, and he really didn't feel like actually doing anything, but it was the 27th, right, and he had a promise to keep. It was often a hassle when it came to getting the crops in other areas around the village thanks to the monsters in the areas, but being pounced on by one of the monsters in the area certainly wasn't on his to do list. The large creature sneaked up on him like a cat of pray, it pounced from behind him and sent him flying to the cold ground. He hit the floor with a loud bang, which reverberated throughout the area, and the monsters hit his back with much force, which he was just happy that he didn't break anything in his back, or else would he be in a rather bad position.

"It still hurts…" was what was mumbled while rubbing his sore back, and a little yelp escaped his lips as he hit a rather sensitive brose on his small back, yeah this was worse than it was the other day. Just how hard did the monster hit his back anyway? He wished that all the stiffness and pain would just blow over later one that day. He even slept in by two hours, but that really didn't do much for the pain that was circulating through his aching back, the poor thing.

He moved his head to his calendar hanging on the wall of his tree house. Then his eyes fell onto that day's number, it had a little circle around it…oh yeah, it was the 27th of fall. He sighed, he was hoping it was one day before it, but he was wrong, oh how he wished their was just one other day that came out of nowhere to take today's spot, like a 26th and ½ day or something like that, but the passably of that even being possible was completely ridicules.

He moved his hands through his blond hair, and laid back down on his bed and said in a rather annoyed tone, "Today's going to be a long day," and that was true, a rather unfortunate truth, oh, it wouldn't be this hard if that stupid monster didn't think he was it's dinner or play thing.

What was his job you may be wondering if you didn't know what happen two days ago? He has a little job to take care of this day. He had volunteered to take Daria, the village's local elf/artiest/over eccentric person around the village so she could paint the four prettiest areas in the whole village, and he had to meet up with her around 9ish, give or take a couple of minutes. Originally, it didn't sound that bad two days ago, but now in his current condition of feeling like an old man who had strained his back from just sitting up, made today sound like a hassle in his ears.

The petite boy raised from his position on his bed, stood on his feet, and began to walk down the latter inside of his house which was actually a tree, how it became a house seemed to be a mystery. Once he got to the ground under his home, which the gigantic leaves shadowed, he reached the land, which held the reaming fall crops and did what a farmer did best; tend to them, of course. He had only a few days left till winter approached, so he wanted to get the remaining crops before they died by the harsh winter air. While working diligently, even with his current back problem; he thought about his job for the rest of the day, he really didn't mind having to be an escort at all, he actually wanted to go along with her for it seemed fun, but…

"Gah," was what he mumbled as he stood up, when a bolt of pain went through his body. Now that was the problem, his back, which he could have sworn was switched with Wells. He wanted to have someone take a look at it, but if he would do that, he would be late for his job for it was already 8:50, so he had to pick up the speed so he wouldn't be late. Deal with a bad back for a few hours, or deal with Daria's wrath, which would he choose?

"I'm going for the back pain," was what he said as he dropped the crops into the shipping bin, and moved his hand to his upper back and began to rub the sore spot, but he applied a little to much pressure and another yelp came from his lips, "This is going to be a fun day," was what he said as he began to leave his farm and began to head off to the elf's oddly designed home, that was rather out of place in the soft green colored area. The bright and vibrant colors clashed with the green that surrounded it, it just seemed out of place. When he came up to the house, he found said girl just standing there, her long blond hair dancing in the wind, her eyes just staring up at the blue sky, waiting for his arrival, with a bit of impatience in her eyes. Besides her on the ground laid a regular size portable easel and a canvas lying on the ground next to it. Then, besides the two items was a large, black bag, which he assumed was meant to hold paint and water containers, along with the brushes. Well, that seemed like a rather convenient bag, good for artists on the go.

"Why do I feel like I'm being used to carry her painting tools," was what the boy thought while eyeing the art supplies spread across the green grass. It really wouldn't be surprising if she's using him, her "assistant" to carry everything, granted it would be hard for a single person to carry this much stuff on their own, but making him carrying everything just seemed so cruel, especially in his condition, not like he was actually going to say anything though, he wasn't the type to openly complain about his condition.

"Ahh, theirs my assistant, right on time!" was what she shouted as she turned her head and saw her little assistant tracking upwards to her home, he's a very good assistant indeed! He would always do as she said, and never spoke back in retaliation; he was the perfect person for her. No, not that way! But in an assistant type of way!

"Well, where are we going first?" was all he asked while walking up to the girl who was currently smiling happily at him, while eyeing the material that he was going to have to carry all over creation, oh, that's not going to be for his back…

"First you ask? Simple my dear assistant, where going forward!" was what she yelled at him with much enthusiasm in her voice, as she turned her back to him and pointed towards the flower area.

"Well, at least it's close," was what he thought as he walked over to the supplies, grabbed the easel and canvas and began to walk forward, he knew the drill, carry anything he could, he hoped she would grab the bag, he didn't need to carry anything else. He doesn't want to kill his back so that he would be unable to move.

"That's my assistant! I don't even have to tell you to carry the heavy tools, that's a good boy!" was what she said happily while walking towards him, and went on to pat him on the head before he was to far away. She then bent down, grabbed the large bag, placed it on her shoulder and then proceeded to followed after him, with a smile plastered oh her face, this was going to be fun!

In no time flat, they reached the area, the flowers where bright colors, ranging from striking red to yellows as bright as Micah's hair, and they where all dancing in the wind in unison. Beyond the bright colorful array of flowers laid a canon which lead downwards, and had a rather nice view of what laid beyond the small village that they where accustomed to. If one would fall off of it though, it would be a rather gruesome death indeed, so when near it you better be careful!

"Where do you want this?" was all he asked to the painter who was currently staring at the flowers, as if she was copying the exact image into her mind, so when it came time to paint the scene, she would already know the exact way she would do it. That, and she was examining the area, and where the best place to start painting.

"Put it right here my dear assistant!" was what she said, pointing to the spot where she was standing, which was before the flowers, "Here is the perfect spot to start my painting!" was what she went on to say while moving out of the way, she had a large smile spread across her face and her eyes where all sparkly with the excitement and impatience of painting the scene.

Micah just walked up to where she was pointing to just moments ago, and placed the easel right there, then added the canvas to it, and by doing so, it sent a wave of pain through his upper neck, but he didn't let a scream to escape his lips though. If he would, then it would kind of ruin the day's event.

"That's a good boy," was what she said, she then moved her head back and forth with a quizzical look on her face, "Where's the stand at?" was what she asked next.

"Stand?" was what he asked, turning his head to the side, "What stand? I didn't see one."

"Crap! I must have left it at home," was what she replied scratching the back of her head, "Go and fetch it assistant!" was all she said to him, for she knew he would listen to the words she spoke. She was his master, and as his master, he had to listen to everything she said, even if he really didn't like it.

"…Fine," was what he sighed in a low tone, and that means carrying more stuff back, oh joy. His back was going to be sore as it can tomorrow, he'll be lucky if he does manage to get up, but he knew that despite all of his internal complaining, he would still do it, "Where is it at?" was what he asked.

"In my house by my bed!" was what she yelled at the boy and then pointed towards the direction of her house, and said, "Go on my dear assistant!"

And so he began to walk towards her house as per instructed, and he could continue to hear her screaming at him to go and get her stand thing again, it wasn't like he was going to run away to the east and never return. When he reached the door of her oddly colored house, he opened the door (Good thing it wasn't locked, but when is anything in this place locked?) and walked into her home. It wasn't really any different then it was two days ago. It was still messy inside the small house, and crap was here and there, and in some places it was still as dusty as if she hasn't touched it in ages, he walked where he saw the stand, which was just sitting where she said it would be. Nothing was on it, (Luckily for him) he folded the stand and began to turn around leave the home when something caught his eye. In the corner on another stand was the painting she painted of him two days ago. He couldn't help but smile, it was very fitting of him, and just the event was rather nice if he may say so. How the colors blended together to give off a warm earthy feel fitted the vibe he gave off, he was a farmer after all. He wondered what she was going to do with said painting though. He thought she would just sell it or something, but she did say she doesn't really sell any of her work for it was like her family or something along those lines. That, or she could have given it back to him since it was a picture of himself, and his home was a bit bland, so some color would be nice, even though it would help the house give off a even more earthy feeling, but it seemed to fit. But no, she kept it for herself, a picture of her beloved assistant, something she could look at everyday and give a sweet and caring smile, and say things to the painting of him that she couldn't openly say to his face. He felt a blush crossing his face from that, that couldn't be it, could it? Oh, his mind was running off on a tangent, he didn't need to think about this type of stuff at the moment! He just fully turned around and walked quickly to the door, forgetting his thoughts about the painting and pushing the remaining thoughts to the back of his head, the blush that spread across his face was still present.

So, Micah quickly hurried back, which took only about thirty seconds thanks to the location being so close. She was just pacing around back and forth, her hand under her chin; it looked like she was thinking about something. He just walked up to the easel, placed the stand next to it. He then went over to the bag that he found on the ground, opened it to find paint, water, and brushes much like he thought was in it, and put the paint which varied in colors onto the stand, two at a time, then the water, and finally the brushes.

"Alright, my job is done," was what said turning his back to the easel, walking forewords and went to the left and sat down on the grass, at least the hard part is finished, he could relax his still aching back and watch her paint, it was something that he would find rather relaxing and peaceful, he enjoyed watching her move the brush across the canvass and watch the blank material come to life with the verity of colors.

"Good work! Now I can get to my job!" was what she shouted as she walked over to the easel. She took off the lids on the paint, along with the water. She dipped one of the brushes into the water, tapped it on the top of jar, and dipped it lightly into one of the containers of paint. She paused for a moment, starred at the scene that would be transferred to the canvas, taking in the scene into her mind yet again, and with light strokes, she began to paint.

Micah, who was now lying down on his back was looking at the sky above him, watching the clouds passing by, they appeared to be an array of different shapes, or maybe he just though they where. He could hear the wind rustling the flowers, making them dance together in unison, blowing through his soft hair, which caused a strike of yellow to pass through his vision. He could hear the sounds of a brush swaying gently across a canvas, and he just imagined the canvas changing from a dull blank slat to a painting bursting with bright colors. All and all, it was nice, quiet, and peaceful, only if every day were like this, he would enjoy it with to a large extent. Now, while staring up into the bright sky, hearing the wind blow across and the sound of a brush dancing, he could easily forget about the pain, for this was a remedy to cure his pain.

"Hey," was what escaped his lips as he began to move forward, raising his now sensitive body, along with a bolt of pain spreading thought his body from his back yet again. With his arms stretched out behind him, supporting the weight he was placing on them he continued to say, "What made you decide to paint anyway? Why come here for?" was what he asked her, with a hint of curiosity in his voice. He has been wondering that for a while, just why did she choose this path? That, and why come to this little village anyhow, their had to be better places than this small place, right?

"What made you decide to be a farmer?" was what she replied to his question, at least they are having a normal conversation this time, and not like the one they had before. Just the thought of that caused a tint of red to appear on her face, it was just so awkward and embarrassing, but at the same time warm and fluffy like a cute picture of a small animal, and just as loving as a little kitten.

"Why? Well, I was kind of forced into it...," was what he began to say, now staring at the dancing flowers in the breeze. Well, it was the only thing he could do, he was given a house to live in for free, and it did have a field in it too, so it would have been a waste to not use it, "Though it did come to me naturally," was what he said next, and it was true. It just kind of clicked with him, and he had grown, bit by bit, much like the crops he took care of, as they grew and got stronger, so did he. So one could say he grew along with the crops, for they helped him become a better farmer, and he helped them reach their full size. Granted, it was far much easier than taking care and fighting monsters, which seem to see him more as dinner or as a toy than an enemy, was it because he didn't look manly enough? Did he look too girly to be taken seriously by the monsters? Would he have to have a beard or look like Carlos to be taken seriously by the enemy? Well, looks are deceiving, like how people think woolies are only cute and weak monsters, but you get in their way, you better watch out, but can't that work for him?

"Yeah, it came natural to you, and the same thing could be said about me and my art. It was something I did as a kid, and it stuck with me all this time," was what she said while she stopped moving her brush along the canvas, and then turned her head to face him, and with a swift movement with the hand holding the brush, she moved it from the canvas and moved it to face Micah, and by doing so smacking him with some of the paint, "And it will always stick with me, for now and ever more!" was what she yelled with a happy grin on her face.

"I see," was what Micah said while rubbing his hand on his face and wiped the paint off of his face, "It came naturally, huh," was what he mumbled to himself, while looking back up to the sky, and he let his mind wandered a bit, and continued to stare upwards. Time began to fly by while he looked up at the sky, as if in a trance, and she just went back to painting. Micah's thoughts were going all over the place in his mind while staring at the bright blue sky, and watching the clouds.

"That's impressive," was what he said to break the silence, and she suddenly turned her head to face him, with red hue appearing on her face, and she saw him just staring up at the sky, then she yelled to him with a tint of embarrassment in her voice, "W-what's that suppose to mean, assistant? You should already be impressed by my awesome art skills!"

"I would never be able to do that. I would just get bored and tired standing their painting something for a long time," was what he said, while moving his head to face the blushing girl in front girl of him with a sincere smile on his face, and a pure look in his blue eyes. It was true; he would get bored after awhile, he just didn't have the patience to work on a painting so long, he would end up getting distracted by something else and end up procrastinating. When it came to forging and all that stuff, he could do it since it didn't take all that time that a painting would, well in her case it wouldn't take long, but for him it would. He would just get his materials for his work, have a guide to tell him what he was suppose to do and get done a little while later. Forging was what was beneficial to him, it helped him in battle, and he made money out of it, so it worked out for him in the long run. Art on the other hand, there was no guide line, no way of knowing just what to do. An artist would make anything they wanted, taking inspiration from what was around them, it actually sounded harder than it actually is and must be frustrating, if hr would mess up a line you would have to restart from the start, and if it didn't turn out the way hr wanted he would get annoyed. Daria on the other hand never seemed to have that problem, everything that she did turned out the way she wanted it, and she never had to start over or get frustrated. That was one of the things that he admired, the things he couldn't do she could.

"Why thank you my wonderful assistant who knows how to complement his great master," was what she, her heading dropping a bit with a smile and blush on her face. It was nice to get a complement from him. It was nice for him to admire the things that she did, for he felt he couldn't do it, but the same thing could be said about her. She wouldn't be able to take care of crops if her life deepened on it, she much rather paint them than grow them. Though he for her, art could be troublesome when you can't get inspiration, but…

"Do you ever run low on ideas for your painting, Daria?" was what Micah asked next, wondering how could one person could continue on with the same thing for such a long time? Wouldn't someone lose their inspiration sooner or later or get fed up with their work? That, or would continue to work, but it just didn't look right and would cause the person to get annoyed and give up on what they worked so hard on for so long? Micah's soft smile turned into a frown a bit while thinking, "I wouldn't want to see her lose art ability, it just wouldn't be Daria without her art."

"Run low on thoughts? Nah, not really," she replied as she turned her head back to face Micah, "I always come up with something, I never run low on ideas," she replied while still looking at Micah, "You asked me why I came here right?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did," he replied, his eyes drifting to the canvas behind her, it had an array of bright colors, shaped like flowers. She was still so fast at painting it was amazing...

"Well, this place has natural beauty, so it seemed to be the perfect place for inspiration, just seeing the colors always end up giving me a new idea for a painting. That, and well my dear assistant, I have one other thing that keeps me going," was what she said to him, her face warming up from the last line. It was true, the only other thing in this whole village besides the nature that helped her to keep going was…

"Hmm, really? What is it?" he asked, a bit surprised. He kind of figured it was because of the village. Really, it's a beautiful place; it had so many natural wonders, the flowers here, the dessert, the waterfall, the ice rose, and his own tree house, which still bugged him for he doesn't know how it was created. All that seemed just so inspirational, something that by just looking at it, someone could keep going, but he wondered, just what else was there? Was their something in the village or somewhere near the village that he didn't know about? If that's the case, he seriously wants to go and look at it!

"Well, it's um… ahh," now her face was even redder, was she actually going to say it? It was rather embarrassing to actually say it, say it to his face! She could say it in her head when she smiles sweetly at him when he comes over or goes a little task for her, "It thanks to you my dear assis- no, thanks to you Micah," was what she said, and it was the truth. She moved her head to the other side so he couldn't see her red face. It was an added affect to her art style. It was thanks to his kind words, happy smile, and him just being there that kept her going. She knew that if one day she couldn't paint anything, Micah would be there and help her overcome her dilemma and get her painting again.

"M-m-me? Why me?" he asked her, his face getting red. What did he do to be inspirational? He never really did anything that special, did he? All he did was help her out when she asked him. Yeah, he did come over to chat and see what type of work she was up to. All he did was be himself, just what is so inspiring about him? Sure, he worked hard, but just does his work have to do with art? Art and farming and being a forger/ monster fighter, what to they have in common?

"It's because of your smile, Micah," was what she said, her head still turned, so not to face him, for is she saw his face she would lose her courage to tell him. Why does things go this way, any other time she would declare her words without a sense of embarrassment, but when it came to him her confidence kind of flew out the window.

"My…smile?" was all he said, wondering just what was so special about that. Just how could his smile affect someone so much too keep them going with their work? It was kind of odd, but inside he felt really happy, warm and fluffy like his wooly form.

"Well it's because," she began and turned her head over to Micah, maybe she has enough courage to say the rest, and said, "Your happy smile always makes me feel like I should paint something bright, cheery, and happy. I feel like if I get to see your smile, I know that I can continue painting. So, I can thank you for being inspirational, Micah…" and after she turned her head away from him again, and still beat red like a ripe cherry. It was just like before, curse that boy! He's the only one that makes her act like a lovesick puppy! Wait, that isn't wrong...

It was quite in the open space, and she went back to painting the scene, trying to forget that she just said to him so she could pay attention to her work. Micah just continued to watch her moving her brush across the canvas. Dipping it in water, then putting it in another container of paint and adding it to the canvas. In the silence, Micah just smiled happily to the figure standing over there, just doing what she did best. The words she spoke made him feel like he was apart of her work to, for perhaps if it wasn't for his smile, she may not be painting the picture here right now.

"Hey, assistant, want to hear something interesting?" she asked him to break the awkward silence and lighten the mood, even though she was about finished with her piece. This statement won't make her feel embarrassed, that it will not, just make him laugh and smile and be happy like her!

"Sure," was what he answered, his eyes looking at the canvas. The little colors of flowers where surrounded by a deep green grass all around it. It seemed all she had left to add was the bright blue sky, and the over-view of the canon. He wondered how she could get so much work done in what, two hours or so? Wait, it's been almost two hours? Time flies when you're not really paying attention, and staring at the sky, but it's not like he's complaining, it's rather nice and relaxing just to spend his time like this.

"There's another reason I became an artist. It happened long ago, when I was traveling around with my friends from my home village. We had a job given to use by the mayor and that one thing was to defeat an evil warlock!" was what she yelled at him, with much enthusiasm in her voice. He just stared at her wondering what will happen next, as if it was the climax of a action adventure novel, though he was rather shocked to hear something like this, but was rather unsure what she was saying actually happen, she didn't look like the type to get involved in fighting. She then went on to say, "After many long dungeons, and trails, we finally managed to fight our enemy! But, as time went on, more and more of our comrade's fell to the hands of death, and after the final enemy was defeated there where two of us left. Unfortunately, he was fatality wounded and didn't have much time left to live told me in his final breaths, "For the sake of the world, become an artist!" and so that's another reason why I'm here today!" was what she yelled dramatically, oh was she enjoying herself right now.

Micah just stared, shocked that something just so shocking had happen to her, and the way it sounded was like an ending to a novel in which the main character is finally given the chance to fulfill their dream! It seemed so tragic all of her friends fell to defeat an evil warlock and one's final wish was for her to become an artist, "It's so sad, it is true, right?" is what he said. He was thinking that something like that couldn't be fake, right? Sure, she could go over the top a lot and make up random crap, but this is something even she couldn't come up with…hopefully.

"Nope, it just sounded more interesting than my mundane version!" was what she laughed happily to him. Her simple explanation seemed too bland, so this one made things much more interesting! "The regular version was lacking the, "It's so great!" vibe and would fail at drawing the readers attention!"

Micah's head dropped when he heard that, how was that not surprising? It was Daria after all, so of course…, "I should've known. What's next? You're going to write a story? Or a comic?" was what he asked next. It was bad enough she painted rather eccentric paintings; he doesn't need eccentric pictures and stories combined on top of that, now did he?

"A story? Well, I could come up with an idea, but I'm not so sure of how well it would go. A comic on the other hand seems rather interesting," began the eccentric girl while putting her brush into the water and swishing it around. She then tapped it on the side of the container and then moved placed it into one of the other containers of paint and started on her canvas yet again, "Perhaps I should draw a comic and use the villagers as the main characters and I could make them do whatever I wanted!"

"Please don't," was what he said, moving his hand to his face and sighed. It was one thing to come up with a eccentric story, but drawing said eccentric story on the other hand wouldn't end well. Imagine yourself being drawn, if it was a good picture, sure, you wouldn't mind, but if it's designed in a rather incorrect way, or the character was doing something they would never do, there would be rage. If it's one person, it's bad. If it's the whole village, run away, far away, "I wouldn't be suppressed is she said I was involved and get kicked out with her," was what he thought, "Hopefully that'll never happen, the people here are too nice, right? Right?" was what he questioned in his mind. People where nice here, so why would they try to kill them? Sure, people would be ticked off if it was rather weird, but they wouldn't go to the extent to banishing them.

"No need to worry my dear assistant, nothing bad would happen if I did that! Everyone would love it!" she spoke happily with her usual smile on her face. Why would anyone dislike something that had them as a main character? People would love it! Not hate it! Anyone would like to see how they would be portrayed through the eyes of someone else, it just makes things much more interesting!

"I'm not sure about that…" he mumbled under his breath, he didn't think people would be very happy seeing themselves in a comic being completely out of character. He would be rather shocked to see himself acting like an idiot or some type of playboy.

A few minutes passed in silence yet again. He was just watching her finish her painting; he didn't want to disturb her. She just continued to add color, add the texture of the landscape, and then, after maybe two hours, (She works way to fast, and it still looks nice…) passed and it was-

"It's finished! Isn't it wonderful, assistant?" she yelled happily, placing down the brush, then hoping backwards, making a little spin maneuver to be able to see his face with much excitement in her eyes. They where asking him, "What do you think? Isn't just fabulous?"

Micah stood up, shocked he didn't feel a bolt of pain when he stood up and walked to the painting and stared at it closely. The colors blended well all together, it was rather good. It had a rather relaxing mood to it, a nice scene for one to have a picnic.

"It's really nice, but it feels like it would be a fitting place for a picnic," was what he said, maybe one of these days they could have a little picnic here.

"Why thank you! My work always turns out to be nice, you should know that by know!" was what she yelled at the boy.

"Well, time to pack up and get going to our next destination!" was what she yelled happily when grabbing the canvas and putting it on the ground for a moment. She then grabbed the paint, water, and brushes, and put it back into the large black bag that was sitting right by it. She then put it over her shoulder, and picked up the canvas carefully and gently, and started to head towards her home while yelling, "Get the other stuff, now will you assistant?" and then she was quickly out of sight.

Micah sighed; he was always stuck with the heavy lifting, even though his back is killing him, but oh well. He folded up the stand up the stand, then the easel, and with both under his arms, he took one step and by putting a little to much pressure on his back, he squeaked a bit, "I hope I don't have to carry the next canvas too…," he mumbled. That means putting something on his back, and that wouldn't end well for him, he would just topple over in pain, the poor guy.

When he arrived to the eccentric girl's home, she was just coming out of her home carrying another canvas under her arm, and the black bag hanging onto her shoulder. She walked forward towards the boy and yelled happily, "Now we're off to our next destination! Forward march my dear assistant!"

"Now where are going?" he replied to her question, wondering where there going now, hopefully all this walking won't kill his back.

"Simple my dear," began the eccentric elf while beginning to walk forward towards him, "We're going to the next season!"

"Next season?" he spoke again following behind her, "You mean the dessert?"

"Exactly! That's my assistant! Always catching on to my phrases!" she yelled at him while hoping upwards with much energy. He noted her eyes had sparkly look in them again, and where basically saying, "That's like totally awesome, right?" He sighed, that's the only problem about being her assistant; she has way too much energy.

"Hey! What's with the sigh?" asked the girl, who looked annoyed at the boy. Her assistant shouldn't look down about their new job, "What's wrong with doing another painting?" he said that they would do all the ones she wanted right, was he backing out?

"Nothing! It's just you're always just so energetic about everything," he said. Sometimes, he couldn't keep up with it, she's always running all over the place, he could normally keep up, but today was an exception.

"Is that so? Well, I always do everything in a full swing, so no wonder you're tired!" she yelled happily at him, she does things in a rather youthful way, so it's expected for him to feel a little tired with all the work he does.

"I'm actually fine, but I'm surprised to see a person have just so much energy," was what he said, how could one go on he wondered? Oh well, it didn't really matter.

"Really, I guess some people just don't have much energy. Any how, dear assistant, shall we get going?" was all she asked, they where getting off subject and she wanted to get going and start the next painting.

"Alright, as long as you continue to carry the canvas," he replied playfully, he couldn't carry another thing without collapsing in pain and fatigue, and that would just ruin the rest of their day.

"That's fine, I can't work you too hard and you end up being knocked out for a while," was what she said and went to say while pointing foreword, "Rainbow~!"

Well, that's chapter one, chapter two needs to be typed and edited, and chapter three is currently being written in my notebook, so stay tune, 'kay? I hoped they were in character and all, anyhow, I hoped you liked it and review so I can see what you thought! I hoped it was cute and fluffy enough like I wanted it to be, though it makes me feel like a mushy sap.