Samehada
Just A Starving Writer
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Author's Plea: I've had these drabbles sitting on my jump drive forever. Decided I might as well post them... Maybe picking up this drabble series will inspire my muse? Maybe... Enjoy if you can.
Part 4.
The blankets were in a twisted heap at the end of her futon. Her pillow had been rotated enough so that there was no cool side. Her alarm clock glared at her, the angry red numbers yelling at her to get some sleep.
But it just wasn't going to happen. Sleep would not come.
Ever since being informed of her unique new status as a holder of Samehada, she'd been plagued with terrible insomnia. Tired was long gone; exhausted had recently departed; after a week without a wink of sleep, Sakura was now bone weary.
It wasn't as if she wasn't trying either. She did all her usual routines. She'd tried all the usual tricks.
But every time she closed her eyes, that sword was there, staring at her.
That she believed an inanimate object without eyes could stare was just further proof that she really needed sleep.
"Try me out…" the sword whispered.
"I don't like being locked up…" it said solemnly.
"Take me out… and KILL!"
And she would be out of her bed before her eyes were even open.