Fighting Sleep
In his corner, Ichigo fights the pull of the futon before him. Ignoring the comfort he that is there. He tries to keep his eyes open. His body slowly leaning towards the bed. He feels the weight of his legs getting heavy and the darkness (and not the usual annoying one) coyly whispering to him to close his eyes, to rest, to do what he desperately wants to do. Ichigo notices his breathing has unconsciously started to slow. His mind has suddenly started to slow and it drifts toward nothing but staring at the bed he refuses to lose. A large wave of drowsiness batters his newfound determination forcing another loud yawn from him. This new lethargy is too strong for him to fight.
As he feels himself falling into the abyss, a weak movement from the bed catches his attention. He glances at the chest that earlier held a traitor's sword to sea green eyes stare into his own. In a very raspy voice, Toushirou asks " if your still here it must have been bad."
"Yes," Ichigo said trying to work past the lump in his throat,"they were afraid you would not't last the night." There is a moment of silence at these words as Toushirou slowly closes his eyes.
After a few minutes of this, Ichigo hears a soft whisper reach his ears."Baka, come to bed."
Without hesitation, he leaves his chair and heads to the cot placed beside his boyfriend. After laying for a moment, he sits up leans over and places a kiss on the top of Toushirous's head. As his head rested on the pillow and the darkness of sleep overpowered him once more, he gladly let it win. For he now knew he had something to look forward to in the morning
A/N: My first successful (triple) drabble. showered with confetti
