Fear.
Sometimes it's there, at times when I expect it the least, making me wake up with a gasp in the middle of the night, body jerking into an upright position in an instant.
It's dark in the room and I can't see, but of course I know where I am.
My roommate rustles his blankets; I guess I've woke him up.
"Are you alright, Shuuhei-sensei?", he asks, voice sleepy and low.
I clear my throat quietly.
"Mhh. Umm yeah. Sure I am."
Of course I'm not. But I don't want to annoy him any further. I feel awkwardly sorry for having disturbed his sleep already.
I hear a yawn, blankets rustling again, a mumbled something that might have been
Tobi's night before Christmas by yrume, literature
Literature
Tobi's night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lair
one could hear screams of anger, screams of despair.
While all the Akatsuki would sleep all day long,
for poor little Tobi, a few things went wrong.
He'd done all his homework (oh yes, even math!),
he'd done all the laundry, he'd taken a bath,
he had cleaned his room, and the others' as well,
so the lair almost looked like a little hotel.
He had wrapped the presents, he had bought a tree,
he had baked some cookies, he had cooked some tea,
he'd learned Christmas carols quite quickly by heart,
and this was the point when the trouble would start.
The problem (which surprised
search for identity - part 19 by yrume, literature
Literature
search for identity - part 19
WARNING: This story is OOC. Some parts contains fluff, violence, and shounen ai/yaoi. If you don't like either of those, then don't read it.
Search For Identity Part 19
Mikoto was pouring some milk for Sasuke when she heard the kitchen door open.
"Good morning, Mama", a well-known voice greeted her and Itachi sat down at the table, grabbing himself some toast.
Mikoto frowned when she watched her two sons start eating. Something was wrong. She had had this feeling the first moment her older son had entered the room, but yet it took the Uchiha woman a few moments to figure out what was the matter.
"Where's Hidan?"
Itachi lifted his head,
Search for Identity - part 18 by yrume, literature
Literature
Search for Identity - part 18
WARNING: This story is OOC. Some parts contains fluff, violence, and shounen ai/yaoi. If you dont like either of those, then dont read it.
Search For Identity Part 18
difficulties in the dark
It was already dark when Kisame got attacked. He had been at the lake the whole day, sunbathing and practicing his diving skills. He loved going down to the bottom of the lake from time to time, exploring the sandy ground and watching the animals down there. Sometimes he would even find something, some coins or glass shards or other stuff people had lost there.
The little blue-skinned boy could hold his breath pretty long, and making his
search for identity - part 17 by yrume, literature
Literature
search for identity - part 17
WARNING: This story is OOC. Some parts contains fluff, violence, and shounen ai/yaoi. If you dont like either of those, then dont read it.
Search For Identity Part 17
precious
What an ugly boy.
Fugaku!
Mikoto turned around to her husband in surprise, almost dropping the plate she was holding.
How can you be so mean?, she asked, Hes a kid!
The boys were in Itachis room again. Fugaku had come home shortly after them, and they all had had dinner together. After that, Itachi had wanted to continue his homework, and so he and Hidan had gone back upstairs.
Yes, an
Hoping that this is the last time he has to do this, the miser reaches the lair a few hours later. He is sick of this, he really is. Maybe it is indeed a good idea to take the little brat with him, so he wont have to shuttle between the Akatsukis hideout and his own residence all the time.
He is surprised to see the kitchen almost empty when he enters it. All counters except one are gone, the table and the chairs are missing, and as Konan said, one of the windows is broken. What strikes Kakuzu most, though, is the huge painting on the wall. It is a symbol he has never seen before, an upside-down triangle in the middle of a circle
Hidan is completely different at night. His sleep is not as deep as it is during the day, but extremely fitful. He is moving a lot, his body almost constantly jerking and twitching, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. He gets up once to go to the bathroom, and when he comes back, he is so sleepy he doesnt even realize that Kakuzu is still awake.
The miser hasnt closed his eyes one single time. He isnt tired at all, but nonetheless he remains lying in the bed right behind the silver haired and watches him.
After a while, he starts talking in his sleep, and Kakuzu cant help but chuckle to himself. Even at
Hidan is lying on the bed with his eyes closed and doesnt even hear the door open. He looks as if he has slumped down rather than lain down on purpose, and he has obviously fallen asleep due to exhaustion.
He has shuffled on the clothes Kakuzu has given to him, a pair of dark blue boxers and a black t-shirt, both way too big for him. One of his hands is rested on his hip, the other one beside his head, which has rolled to the side and is now facing the wall. He is still breathing with difficulty, his chest moving up and down hectically and his mouth half-opened in order to get enough oxygen into his tortured lungs.
He looks so frail,
Fear.
Sometimes it's there, at times when I expect it the least, making me wake up with a gasp in the middle of the night, body jerking into an upright position in an instant.
It's dark in the room and I can't see, but of course I know where I am.
My roommate rustles his blankets; I guess I've woke him up.
"Are you alright, Shuuhei-sensei?", he asks, voice sleepy and low.
I clear my throat quietly.
"Mhh. Umm yeah. Sure I am."
Of course I'm not. But I don't want to annoy him any further. I feel awkwardly sorry for having disturbed his sleep already.
I hear a yawn, blankets rustling again, a mumbled something that might have been
OMGeezers, it's really been almost ONE YEAR since I last updated here.
Even the whole interface of dA changed again...
Well.
My life has been extremely busy and exhausting.
I'm transitioning from F to M, and it's fucking tough.
If you don't know what those abbreviations mean, well, I'll tell you straight ahead - it means I'm a transsexual, a guy caught in the body of a girl, and I'm trying to get this fixed. I started my coming out in January 2010 and since then have been fighting to be the person I am. I'm starting hormones in less than 4 weeks and for me it's extremely challenging to manage my studies, work and my private life at the m
Aww, thank you so much. That really means a lot. Yes, I read the review you left on ff.net... I'm just lazy when it comes to answering there. I'm much more active on dA. I hope you like my upcoming stories as well.