Sheets gathered about his bare abdomen, he sat atop his futon and looked the very image of restlessness. The muscles along his back and shoulders were tense; any unprecedented shift, and he was likely to bring further unease unto himself. His cause for being so on edge was simple: sleep eluded him. Much like it did every night, and without a proper night’s rest in literal days… Sasuke was on the verge of giving into hallucinogenic insanity.
[ what better way to dream, than to dream while awake?
at least, then, his nightmares would be kept at bay.
and the only thing that could possibly torment him were visions of her… ]
Lithe digits cradled the taut skin of his forehead; gingerly, he applied a soothing pressure to alleviate the oncoming headache. However, it did little to stave it. Unbidden and unwanted, spasms began to ail him along the nerve-endings within his eyes.
Pounding, pounding, pounding.
Relentlessly, mercilessly.
Shutting his eyes, a sigh built within his lungs. Air filled the empty space, oxidizing his blood as he released a shaky exhale. What I wouldn’t give to just sleep. The pads of his fingers increased their provided compression of his in-vain massage.
As the arduous cadence slowed, enough to a manageable tempo, Sasuke eased himself to lay back. Tugging the thin, white sheets to cover his exposed chest against the chill of the room, he sighed. He would attempt to sleep once more; hopefully, a peaceful darkness would overtake him, and he’d dream of nothing — to just simply be enveloped by an endless sea of black, all brought on by pure exhaustion.
Shifting atop his futon, he managed to situate himself into a decently comfortable position; and within minutes, he was, blessedly, asleep.
…however, much as he yearned to be captured by the void of fatigue, he would dream tonight; he would dream of many things — past ghosts and regrets. But he would dream…
“Neh-he! Sasuke! I’m gonna master this tree-walkin’ stuff before you! Just watch me, teme!” Resonations of a constant thump, thump echoed within the forest; the two boys were left alone. Their sensei had left, allowing them to master his simple lesson, and with him, their female teammate, too — she’d already beat them in completing the task. Now, it was just the two of them, trying to see who could beat who first. As usual.
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