| Baby, The Stars Shine Bright [tag to Genma] |
[Dec. 25th, 2007|01:20 am] |
Sumire could count exactly how many times she'd woken up in the HQ Apartments screaming into her pillow on one hand. It had been so real, the heat, the burn from the ropes around her wrists, how she couldn't swallow because her mouth was so dry that her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. Lucid dreams, hah! They could go to hell along with unduly short mission reports and Shibata.
Of course, all the answers to the physical pains in her dream were easily explained. She'd left her heater on too close to the bed, slept with too many thick quilts, wound some of her sheets around her hands as she flailed in her sleep, her mouth had opened slightly during the night and dried out.
The screaming hadn't helped either.
Once awake enough to pull herself from the mass of covers and get a drink of water, Sumire realized that sleep was not going to be coming to her for a long while tonight. She leaned against her counter and looked at her half-lit room; everything was still and peaceful, but as welcoming as a horde of Iwa-nin.
She snatched a book from her shelf without looking, bundled herself up in a thick sweater, long jacket, thin gloves and trooped upstairs to the roof with an electric lantern. Fuck Sleep. Tonight, she'd be awake until dawn and watch the goddamned stars, maybe catch up on her leisure reading.
And who knew? Maybe she'd have an epiphany on how to better stomp Shibata's ego into the ground, or maybe she'd finally find out what happened to Gallant Jiraiya. |
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