∟serenity 【 xᴀᴜsᴛᴇʀɪᴛʏ 】
█ ▌▦▧▨▩ —-{ silence. it's everything she wants, and yet, she manages to find little peace of mind. the overgrowth of the city keeps buzzing and hustling, and even in the middle of the night, { the only time in which she can relieve silence }, cars and trucks and arguing pedestrians keep her wide awake, tossing and turning and groaning against the fluff of her pillow drenched in her drool. sprawled across the bed is how she usually spends her nights, and begins her mornings with hollowed eyes and dark purple stains--most likely permanent--beneath her optics glossed with sleep. the city never sleeps as they say, and the same is true for kagome. bland eyes blink sleep when she rises like a corpse from its grave, molded limbs stretching and popping and cracking as she tries to shake her bones awake and brush the dust { a gift from the sandman } off of her body. few nights passed without some midnight kitchen raid, rummaging through bottles and tea bags; anything that will put her to sleep. pills, tea, milk: nothing seemed to work for kagome. curled fists dug into her cheekbone, mouth curved in a frown and teeth gritting with irritation. quiet serenity was impossible for her to achieve; she was addicted to a life of sleepless nights and working days with little time to relax. such was the life of kagome hisoka.
though her stomach rumbled, she refused to offer it nutrition. eating this late would surely keep her up, and she simply hoped that these new sleeping pills would work better than the last ones. in the kitchen she sat, rubbing her eyes, temples, cheeks, neck. it was a habit of hers she tended to do when bored, exhausted, or otherwise irritated, and nearly five or six years of this was more than just "irritation." almost expertly, she had adapted to blocking out the sounds of the city, and even with her newfound ability, she couldn't sleep. plagued by memories of the past, she'd rather knock herself out than sit awake any longer.
just as she reached for a rolling pin, she heard a distinct yelling coming from the street outside. normally she would ignore such an argument, but one of the pair of voices was distinctly female--and young at that. her curiosity forced her to run downstairs and onto the street after peeking outside, between the curtains of her small, dirty window, and saw an older man advancing upon a young girl who looked to be about eight years old, leaning over and yelling loud enough he could wake the entire neighborhood if anyone cared enough to call the police.
a growl deepened from her throat, words bubbling in the pit of her gut and surfacing to life in the form of a series of shouts: ❝ oi! you! jackass! ❞ not exactly the best way to grab a dangerous man's attention, but fear had long since dissipated from her. ❝ why don't you step away from the girl 'fore you get yourself hurt. ❞
he seemed vaguely unimpressed with her threats, as expected, of course. the fine line between bravery and stupidity, however, was blurred, and kagome may have overstepped it by quite a few yards. she drew a pocket knife from her boot--not as though she'd actually kill him, but the threat was needed to scare him off. seeing as he was unarmed and she held something with which she could possibly kill him, he quickly took off into the darkness of the city. after checking the surrounding area to make sure he didn't have company with him, kagome knelt down beside the girl and gave her a cursory glance to check for injuries.
❝ he didn't hurt ya, did he? ❞ her concern for the girl was made well-known by the tone of her voice: cracking and sincerity ringing true.
