A/n: I have soo many stories to write and upload. The uploader was being stupid and wouldn't let me do anything on the one free day I had. I swear all of this homework is gonna kill me. French & History are all I have to do .
Anywhoodles, this is another one of my poetic like things that I wrote at two in the morning. It's called Silence (Obviously) and it's about what Fai thinks of the silence. If I get enough time, I will do the others view on the silence.
Last thing, this story made me have a dream of a guy cutting off his hand and blood gushing everywhere.
Warning: Spoilers to Fais past & implied Kurofai. The usual.
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Silence
I hate the silence.
It's too…loud.
It's unbearable.
The way it presses on my ears, scares me.
It reminds me of that valley.
Of all the dead, unrotting corpses,
Of the smell of death,
Of…Fai
I get up from my bed, shaking a little
I creep quietly into the ninja's room and ask,
"Kuro-puu? Are you awake?"
"Ngh. Am now." Was the answer.
"Can I climb in with you?"
"Whatever," He adjusts and makes space for me. I slide in and curl up next to him.
I can hear…his breathing
I can hear…his heartbeat
I don't hear silence.
I smile and snuggle closer to my ninja.
As I drift off, I think I hear a faint mumble of
"I love you" from one next to me.
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…what?
That's a 2 AM drabble for ya.
