Mylo's Possible Failure

[Mojo~Jojo]

Momoko’s Art Gallery

– Momoko a famous artists whom opens his own gallery. But, this one special visitor finds himself entering Momoko’s gallery simple to stare upon the god he’s drawn to from afar.

~Momoko – Owner of gallery can be a bit of a stuck up, know-it-all. He normally has his hands around a piece of clay, or covered in paints from his newest project. He is still quite young, having not even reached his twenties yet, and only knows his art and no other. Hidden inside his thin frame rests a lonely heart, aching for someone to find it… Will he find that someone?

~Sebastian – A curious middle aged man found himself attached to the slender form of a younger being, an artist. First, he got caught up with the male’s work, then the male’s form and soon… he falls head over heels in love with the male. He tries to keep his desires to himself… But can he do it?

Chapter 1 – Spotting.

Momoko’s dull bright green eyes stare at the lump of hall finished clay before his hands, unsure of what to make today. He had started on something that looked like a wolf, but began to doubt himself, thinking of something better to make. Momoko’s form was hunched over a spinning wheel at the back of the large spacious room. It felt empty, deserted, but that couldn’t be helped, it was only the first day he has had his gallery open. He was only half expecting anyone to show up within the first week. To his surprise his new home quickly flooded with people, all of them admiring his many paints and sculptures he had made for this very day. It was true that some of his creatures have already been sold for thousands of dollars, but he was still fairly new. A tall thin figure pushed open the glass door, his deep sea blue eyes scanning across the room, stopping only to rest on the artist himself. His left eyebrow quirks in faint amusement as he guided his form to the right of the room.

Momoko’s eyes lifted from his half finished project, to stare at one of the viewers as he was asked a question. Slowly he got to his feet, heading over to a painting on the wall, rubbing his clay covered hands against a cloth. “This one?” He murr’d, pointing at finger at a painting on the wall, his voice soft and still just a bit high pitched. The female customer nodded, holding out a wad of cash. His eyes downcast towards the money and held out his hand. “50,000.” The female eagerly nodded, thinking she was getting a good deal out of this. Once all of the money was counted into his hand he slid it into his pocket, lifting the painting off the wall. Looking over the blank spot on the wall, he quickly had an idea on what he could fill it with. Carrying the painting to the back of the room, he comes back within just a few minutes, the painting now in a box. Handing it to the female he watches her move from the gallery, and then let his eyes slid over the room, frowning at the blank spot. The thin frame the lurks around, staring at the artist with a craving desire to have him glinting in them. As another viewer, a tall male, catches Momoko’s attention his green eyes simply stare, then move off to complete the male’s request. Digging a clipboard out from a pile of mess amongst his desk he pulled a pen from his pocket, taking the male’s name and phone number, plus the art piece he wanted. Finding out he was to make a poodle for this man’s laugh, his teeth sunk into his lower lip, trying not to burst into laughter at the thought of it. Once the male takes his leave he drops his clipboard on top of his desk, slinking back into his chair, crossing his legs beneath him.

Sebastian, the lurking male, eyes lock onto the artists form, and inches towards the male, making it seem he was interested in the piece the artist was working on. Clearing his throat he begins to speak, but he was instantly interupted when another viewer spoke up, asking about a painting. Momoko's eyes tired to the yet another male whom wanted his attention. Getting to his feet he followed the male towards a set of paintings, which in fact, almost looked exactly the same. Well, the male thought this, Momoko knew better however. Sebastian scowled, but this scowl quickly vanished as his dark eyes locked onto the artist’s bum. Putting a hand over his mouth he tries to pushes away the thoughts he had, the thoughts of consuming that bum, that body, that man he so eagerly desired. Momoko’s attention rested fully on the male he was waiting on, whom was the talkative time, he wasn’t at all interested in purchasing these paintings, simply wanted to ask thousands of annoying question. Holding a hand to his head Momoko sighs, and speaks up, “I’m sorry sir, but I have an order to fill and spaces to fill, if you would like to come in another time, first thing in the morning, before other’s need waiting on, I’ll be glad to answer your questions, until then. Shut up.” The male’s eyes widen slightly as Momoko wandered back to his chair. Pausing in front of it he looks up at the previously lurking male, than tilts his head. “Was there something you needed help with?” Sebastian’s eyes stared down the male, than turned to the side, and he quickly hurried out.

Momoko blinked, watching the male go, then crawls back into his chair. His hands meet with the clay once again, as slowly and careful it becomes a medium sized poodle. Stopping, he stares down the shape of this ugly breed of dog and leaned to the side, digging out a few tools that would help him make the swirls of its fur. The bell at the front door causes him to look up, finding his small little gallery empty, pleased with this and places his tools down and moves towards the door. Getting a key from his pocket he locks the door, then flips a sigh on it, making it say ‘Sorry, We’re Closed.’ Dumping his key back into his pocket he flips off the front set of lights, then shuffles back to his chair. Lifting his tools he begins the task of making neat little swirls with the clay, the finer details of the clay poodle taking place. A slender form peeked in through the window, hidden perfectly amongst the darkening sky and unlighted room. Dark eyes shined with delight as they watched the artist, surrounded by light, his slender hands adding detail, very carefully, adding detail. His lips drew in a soft breath as he continued to stare, wondering what this male thought of his odd behavior today. He didn’t mean to chicken out, in fact, he had planned to talk to him the entire day before, having saw him carrying things in and out of the store. Slipping his hand through his hair, he tilts his head back, spotting a star in the sky. Smirking lightly, he mumbles. “What the hell am I doing? Standing here at this window.” Sighing he moves down the street, digging his hands into the pockets of his jacket, puffs of white air passing his lips as he breathes. “Maybe.”, he sang, “Maybe I’ll come back again tomorrow.”

[Sinful-Desires]

I like it lol lurking male but continue it :O i want to read more *smiles*




O.O....so he stared at the males bum huh? >.> poor artist heh. But i like the story :3