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Always by Saiyuri-Taiyou
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I was feeling super Hunter X Hunter nostalgic today....(yes already [and yes again]).

 I have always wanted to draw a (decent) pic of Gon and Killua a little older - but I've never done it officially on the computer before. I actually spent a little time on this one....I hope it shows more than my other stuff >_<

I know that Gon and Killua have a lot of issues to sort out after the Chimera Ant Arc (you can tell things really weren't settled between them), and when you think about it, their relationship is sorta detrimental to the both of them...and yet, at the same time, they are the best of friends and I love their relationship. They bring out the best and worst of each other, as best friends should!

So here's to the cutest friendship in all of anime!

It's kinda funny how it used to be really hard to draw these two in my style, but all of the sudden something just clicked and now it's really easy.....

But, anyway, I probably won't be drawing a whole lot during November because I am going to try and dedicate all of my free time to NaNoWriMo - so I figured I might as well try and do something good before I take my month long mini-sorta-break.
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Samantha gave Aubry an uncomfortable stare down. Growing flustered by the second, he mumbled, "Nice to meet you. Sam, right?"
Samantha's eyes burned with slight anger. "No," she said, "my name is Scout."
"But Catherine said -,"
"I don't care what she said!" The anger in Samantha - or rather, Scout's voice startled Aubry. Why shoud it infuriate her so much that a stranger didn't know what name to call her by?
Scout took a breath, "My name is Scout, not Samantha. And if I ever catch you calling me Samantha, I'll make sure you regret it later."
Aubry couldn't keep his composure any longer, and he began to laugh. He laughed at all of them, at their pitiful attempts at being in charge, at the whole situation. Scout looked surprised at first, but then she folded her arms. Carl stayed expressionless, and Hunter slowly slipped out of the room before anyone noticed.
"Are you two for real?" He asked. "Do you really think that either of you intimidate me at all? A wannabe tough guy and a girl? Sorry, but I don't take well to bullies." He tried to shove his way past Scout, but before he knew it he found himself falling to his butt.
Scout stood above him, fury plain on her face. She shouted, "You think I came up here to try and intimidate you? That's what he does!" She pointed her finger at Carl. "Don't lump me in with him! I wanted to come and try and help you settle in a little!"
Flustered, and growing angrier by the second, Aubry stood back up and yelled, "You don't seem to be trying to help me out much right now! You're the one who came up here and freaked out because I said the wrong name."
"Because I hate that name!"
"Good for you! You could have just told me, you know." And just because he was on a roll, his emotions boiling to their limit, Aubry threw in, "And you could drop the attitude that you've had since I got here! You're acting like you think you're better than everyone else here, and it drives me crazy!"
Scout didn't say another word, but Carl suddenly jumped in, pushing her out of the way. "Hey, " he said, "I may not like Scout very much either, but she's still my sister. You don't talk to her that way, understand?"
Aubry didn't know why he was so angry. Maybe he was sick of all of the foster homes. Maybe he didn't want to have to settle in all over again. But it felt like everything he had been holding back for years had suddenly began to bubble over - he couldn't help himself, and he found himself saying, "You aren't even family,"
Carl and Scout both glared at him in surprise.
"You're not related." Aubry continued, "Neither of you have any real connection to each other by blood. So don't stand there and tell me that she's your sister. Are you telling me that the second one of you is moved to a different home, you'll still call the other up just to see how they are doing? That the two of you will keep in touch beyond this house? Because from what I have seen, that's not the way it works. Once we are out of here, we are gone for good, and no one looks back."
Pushing past Carl and Scout proved easy this time, and Aubry walked over to the ladder without looking back. "I'll show myself around," he murmured.

Slipping past the kitchen, Aubry headed outside. There wasn't really much to look at in the house, but the backyard looked promising. It ran for at least an acre, and it was filled wih grass and many trees. Up close to the house sat a small sandbox, and a little further back was a small swingset. Aubry walked over and sat down on a swing.
Great job, he thought, looks like you managed to scare away any potential friends again.
He hadn't meant to be so harsh - but he hadn't been able to stop himself. Carl had been easy to handle - he was just your average bully - but Scout had bothered him. When she said that she had meant to help him out she had seemed to be serious about it. And yet Aubry still acted like a jerk toward her.
I'm no good with people.
"They really aren't that bad,"
Aubry looked up to see Hunter walking toward him. He frowned. "They sure didn't act all that great to me,"
"You just don't know them very well." Hunter sat on the swing next to Aubry. He seemed nervous. With his eyes downward, and his hands clasped together on his lap, Aubry thought he looked as though he were ready to break down any second. Even when he spoke he sounded a little unsure of himself.
"I thought you were Carl's punching bag?"
"Oh, no. Carl isn't quite that mean. He does pick on me - mostly at school - but he isn't mean. He's just that type of person that thinks he needs to be the one in control, I guess."
"I can't believe that you are defending him."
Hunter turned and looked at Aubry. "I'm not defending him," he said, "I do agree that Carl is a bully. All I said is that he isn't as bad as you think - at least not when it comes to his friends."
Aubry decided to take Hunter's word for it - even though he didn't quite believe it. "What about 'Scout'?" He asked.
"She's the one that you should really cut some slack. She looks like she has a really bad attitude problem but she's actually one of the nicest people that I have ever met. It just takes a while to get to know them both."
"You sound like you know them very well. How long have the three of you lived together?"
"Scout has been here since she was two or three - Carl and I both came at the same time from different orphanages when we were six." Hunter began fidling with his hands as if he didn't want to sit still any longer.
"So you've been together for a while," Aubry mumbled. It actually surprised him. The longest that he had ever been in the same home was a little over a year - and never had he gone that long without some of the other kids getting transfered or adopted. "It must be nice."
Hunter chuckled a little. "It is pretty cool. I mean, sure they are both a little difficult to get along with at times, but they are nicer than they seem. Just give them a try."
"I would, but I may have just damaged that bridge," Aubry sighed, "I don't know if either of them are going to want to try and make up after I acted like that."
"It's not really your fault though, they were acting like jerks. I think everyone is just a little nervous to getting a new member of the family. We haven't gotten a new addition since George about four years ago."
Out of curiosity, Aubry asked, "Are there not a lot of kids that get adopted from this place?"
Hunter looked surprised, and didn't seem like he knew how to respond. "Well, we had one kid a few years ago -,"
"Joey?" Aubry asked.
"Yeah, Joey. He was the oldest - he was six years older than Scout, Carl, and I."
"What happened to him?"
"We don't know," Hunter looked down at the ground. That caught Aubry a little of guard. He remembered every time someone he knew got adopted, because he could remember how jealous he always was of them as he watched them enter their new family.
"What do you mean?" He inquired.
Although Hunter still looked uncomfortable, he seemed to be getting more and more relaxed while he talked.  "One day, we woke up and Joey was gone. When we asked Catherine what happened, she said that he had been sent to a new family."
Aubry almost laughed. "Well, that solves the mystery, doesn't it?"
"Have you ever known someone that got shipped off without even knowing about it?"
"Well, no. But, maybe he just didn't want to tell you guys."
"Why wouldn't he?" Hunter looked confused.
"I don't know - maybe he didn't want to say goodbye. But, anyway, are you trying to say that Catherine did something to him?"
Hunter looked shocked, "No! No, of course not! I was just thinking tha the is the closest thing we have had to having someone get adopted."
"'Closest thing'? So you don't believe Catherine's story?" Aubry smiled slightly.
"Well, no, I mean, yes I do believe it, it's just that it doesn't quite make sense, right?" Hunter began speaking choppy and flustered. "I mean...I don't know."
"Dude," Aubry held out his hands in a halting gensture, "calm down, I was just joking."
"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry,"
"You don't need to apologize,"
"Oh, sorry,"
"Seriously, stop it."
Scarlet - Part 4
I changed the title to just Scarlet - instead of Aubry Scarlet....Hope that doesn't confuse anyone (including myself)
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"You can say anything at all. Whatever you want." Catherine proded.  She continued staring at him as if she would be able to force information out of him by doing so. It began to make Aubry uncomfortable, and he blurted, "I hate lima beans,"
Catherine laughed, and the other kids snickered. Samantha rolled her eyes. Aubry blushed. "Well then," Catherine said, "I'll try to remember not to give you any next time." She faced Hunter and Carl and said, "Would you two show him to your room, please?"
Carl immediately began to protest, "Our room? Please tell me that you don't mean he's going to be staying in the same room as us?"
"Of course he's staying with you," Samantha mumbled, "he sure isn't going to be staying in my room."
"Sorry, Carl, but there isn't enough room with the younger boys, and I didn't think it was appropriate to put him in the same room as Sam, so he's going to have to stay with the two or you. After all, there were three of you up there to begin with anyway."
Carl did not look happy about that. He folded his arms and glared at Aubry. Hunter seemed to be fine with it - at least he didn't say otherwise. He simply stood there, staring at the floor.
"Well, come on then." Carl growled as he turned sharply around and headed up the stairs. Hunter followed after him without saying anything, Aubry bringing up the rear. As they began to ascend a flight of stairs in the center of the house, Catherine yelled after them, "Dinner will be ready in about an hour! Try and show Aubry around a little bit before then!"
Carl grumbled all the way up the stairs. They climbed two small flights before they reached a hallway that broke off into two directions. To the right there were two doors, and on the left there were three. There were no decorations on the walls - they simply sat empty, their paint slowly beginning to peel away.
To Aubry's surprise, Carl and Hunter didn't head to the left or to the right. Carl stepped forward and grabbed a chain that hung from the ceiling and pulled down. A trapdoor swung open, revealing a ladder that he proceeded to unfold. Once it was stretched down to the floor, Carl began to climb. After Carl went Hunter, and finally Aubry followed suit.
At the top of the ladder was a tiny attic. Three matresses were laid out on the floor covered with blankets and pillows.  Carl walked forward and plopped down on his own matress - the one closest to the trapdoor. "You get the one over by the window," He said sourly.
Aubry walked over and set his backpack down on the matress. Dust puffed up into the air as it made contact and made Aubry sneeze.
"Sorry," Hunter finally spoke for the first time, "that matress hasn't been used since Joey was still around."
"Who's Joey?" Aubry asked.
"He's just another kid who lived here - nothing that concerns you." Carled murmured. He threw Hunter an annoyed look. Hunter seemed to retreat inside of himself after that. He kept his head down, and didn't say another word.
Aubry could already tell that he wasn't going to get along very well with this kid.
"So," Carl laid back on his matress. With how nonchalant he was acting, Carl seemed to have already let the fact that he was supposed to be annoyed with Aubry go. "Where are you from?"
This sudden change of pace made Aubry nervous. He had no desire to share his life story with some bully he had just met - and he definitely didn't want to give the kid any material that he could use against him in any rude or embarassing ways. Aubry had been to enough new places before that he knew what to avoid saying right off the bat when meeting someone for the first time.
"Does it really matter?" He asked.
Carl's lip curled up in a smile. "I guess not," he said. After studying Aubry for a second, Carl said, "So you've been through a few of these before, huh?"
"Yeah, a few."
"Well let me tell you some stuff about this one," Carl stood and took a few steps toward Aubry. "Things here are different than the other foster homes you've been through, okay? Want to know why?"
Aubry put his hands in his pockets and faced Carl. "Why?" He asked.
"Because I am in charge here. We have a very specific order in this family." He beckoned to Hunter, who stood and gloomily slumped over. "Isn't that right, Twitchy?" He looped his arm over Hunter's neck and grabbed his nose.
It was pathetic to watch. Aubry grew annoyed with every second that Carl tormented Hunter. After a few seconds, Carl let go, and Hunter backed up clutching a very bright red nose. Carl looked at Aubry, "You get the picture, Twig?"
Aubry took a few seconds to answer. When he finally did, he placed his hand on his chest and incredulously said, "Oh, wait, I'm 'twig'? Sorry, I got a little confused when you started switching names on me like that."
Aubry saw Hunter's mouth turn up in a smile.
Carl's eyes narrowed. "I'm trying to make friends here,"
"Doesn't seem like it to me."
"Oh, calm down boys,"
Aubry looked past Carl and saw Samantha standing at the top of the trapdoor. She had her hands on her hips and looked as through she were ready to slap someone. Carl turned toward her and groaned.
"What are you doing up here?" He asked.
"Me? What are you doing?" She walked up to Carl and pushed him out of the way.
"So," Catherine turned her attention to Aubry. "You must be Aubry. It's wonderful to finally meet you." She smiled sweetly, kindly putting her hand on Aubry's shoulder. She spoke so sincerely that Aubry almost believed what she said. Out of every foster mother he had gone through, Catherine seemed to show the most promise right off the bat in his eyes. But he still didn't believe her one bit.
"I'll leave him in your care then, Mrs. Altor." The social worker shook hands with Catherine, then turned her attention toward Aubry. "I hope you settle in here," she lifted her hand as if wanting to shake Aubry's. Being caught a little off guard, he didn't react fast enough. He stared at her hand blankly for a few seconds before he realized what she had intended - however, by then she had already lowered her hand in embarrassment.
Aubry looked at the ground. The social worker made her way back to the front door, and as she left she called over her shoulder, "Good luck, kid."
The door shut, and Aubry began to grow anxious. Catherine didn't say anything more to him - she walked away and called a list of names out the back door. After a few minutes, a total of seven other kids stood before Aubry.
There were the three boys he had seen previously (all covered in purple, green, and red marker), then there were three older boys, and one girl.  All of them looked like they were no older than fifteen. Aubry was fourteen, himself, and was curious what it would be like to be around so many kids his age.
"Kids, this is Aubry. He's going to be the newest edition to our little family, so please be nice to him."
There was that word again - family. Why would he think of these kids as his family? He had never met any of them before. Catherine wasn't his mother, and never would be. He was only here because others thought that he was too young to look after himself.
Turning to Aubry, she began to list the names of the kids. The three little boys were named Jack, Timmy, and George, (Timmy was the one who wasn't wearing pants).
The girl's name was Samantha. She stood with her arms folded, staring at Aubry as if she disapproved of his presence. She dressed in all black, and smacked away at a large wad of chewing gum. Aubry didn't think he liked her very much.
The two boys who looked to be Aubry's age were named Hunter, and Carl. Hunter had the look of a stereotypical nerd - big glasses, graphic T-shirt with some obscure fan reference, and a very slight build. He wouldn't even look Aubry in the eye.
Carl was the exact opposite. Just looking at the guy made Aubry feel a little intimidated. Despite being young, the kid was big. Aubry guessed that he probably was some sort of jock - a football player, or a wrestler. Aubry caught a flash of a smirk as Carl glared at him.  He probably thinks I'm a pushover, Aubry thought.
Aubry had been around a lot of bullies before in his life - and despite his appearance, Carl really didn't scare him one bit.
Catherine faced Aubry, "Why don't you tell us a little about yourself?"
"Huh?"
"Tell us something about yourself. What do you like to do? What's your favorite food? Stuff like that."
Aubry didn't want to say anything. He just wanted to get the meet and greet over with and get on with his new life.
"I don't know,"
Samantha tapped her foot and popped a big fat bubble.
Family.
Aubry didn't think that he would ever understand what that word really meant. How many "families" had he gone through now? Four? Five? This one would be no different than the last.
The social worker rang the doorbell of the large white, barn-like house for the second time. She seemed to be growing impatient.
But of course she was, right? She probably had other children to deliver.
Behind the door came a loud thunk. The social worker's hand flew to Aubry's shoulder in fright, and Aubry rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets. New place or not, he couldn't wait to get the lady off of his back.
As the door opened, Aubry came to understand the nature of the loud noise they had heard. There were three rowdy young boys standing before them in the doorway - all shirtless (one pant-less) and covered in a blur of bright colors. The pant-less boy was laying on the ground face first, crying into the shabby floor mat that lay at the bottom of the stairs, while another boy sat on him, taking a purple marker to his back.
They all seemed to be younger than eight - the boy who had opened the door was easily the oldest, and he stood there staring at the two strangers on the porch with a blank look in his eyes, his mouth gaping open as if he didn't know what to say, one hand absently picking at his lower lip.
The social worker finally composed herself and, in the best "child" voice she could muster, she asked, "Is Mrs. Altor home?"
The boy on the carpet stopped crying and looked up. The second boy who had been drawing and laughing the entire time also turned and offered a blank stare, as if just noticing their presence.
Aubry began to grow uncomfortable with all three pairs of eyes staring at them.
"She's taking a bath," the boy on the floor grumbled. Silence filled the air. It was as if the social worker had been completely caught off guard and didn't know what to say. Eventually, she let out a sigh. "This place is always out of control,"
Aubry threw her a glance as if to say, no kidding!
The door shut in their face.
"Are you serious?" Aubry asked incredulously.
"The Altor residence is well known for being...difficult." The social worker said.
"Then why are they allowed to be foster parents?"
The social worker fixed Aubry with her bright blue eyes. "They have a bit of special circumstances."
"Excuse me? What do you mean?"
"Well --,"
The door flew open again. A woman with chestnut brown hair stood nearly panting in the doorway. "I am so sorry," were the first words to come out of her mouth.
She invited them inside, introduced herself as Catherine Altor, and explained how she had been forcibly indisposed in the bathroom after the three boys Aubry had seen earlier had locked her in her own bathroom. He didn't even bother to ask her how - he was sure that he'd find out sooner or later.
Scarlet - Part 1
I have decided to do NaNoWriMo this year.

This story is one that i have been planning for about three years now, and it's sorta like my baby. I recently had a breakthrough for a plot hole i was having, and that is what made me decide to use it for NaNoWriMo.

So what I am thinking is that as I write for NaNo I will probably post stuff on here as well.

I don't think I have very many watchers on the literature side of DA, but if anyone is interested in taking a look at this and letting me know what you think I would be very grateful. It's not very long because it's just the very beginning - Like Chapter 1 Part 1 Basically.
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"The world's not perfect, but it's there for us trying the best it can - that's what makes it so damn beautiful." - Roy Mustang

"Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can't remember it." - Zeniba

"If you have time to think of a beautiful end, then live beautifully until the end." -Gintoki Sakata

"Sometimes we need someone to accept and love us first - then, we learn to see ourselves through that person's eyes, and learn to love ourselves." -Yuki Sohma

"Sorry I am late - I got lost on the path of life." -Kakashi Hatake
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FLCL-Elijah Featured By Owner 17 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the watch! :D (Big Grin) 
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Thanks a lot for the :+devwatch:

Much appreciated :thanks:
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Saiyuri-Taiyou Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2014  Student Digital Artist
You are very welcome!!!

Seriously, your art is amazing!
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Thank you very much, I'm really glad you like my work! :iconbowplz:
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Hey there, thanks for the watch! :icongrin--plz:
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You are very welcome :D
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ThankYou very much for the watch!


It means a lot!

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You're welcome! And same here - thank you for watching me :D
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You are very welcome! Goodnight


Sorry, Where I live, It's 10:43 PM...

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Haha you are about an hour ahead of me then :)
Goodnight!
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