The room is drowned out by unnerving silence. Something they should have been used to a long time ago. Although, other silences were easier to rest with, times when words just weren't necessary.
This stillness, however, would always signify when all the words they could say had been replaced by a sickening feeling.
Currently, two of their members were not present. The good doctor had closed off the infirmary, working over the second absentee. The second in question, at the time, had been wounded in battle.
None of them had expected it. It was this fact that made the quiet moment even worse.
No one dared to meet anyone's eyes. They were too much. The only real sound would be their breathing, and the gentle hum of the ship they resided in.
There were times that hell was the very battlefield they fought in.
And sometimes… it was a lot closer to home than they cared to admit.
Owari
And sometimes, I really wish that there weren't so many distractions (read: School, Piano- Block) that kept me from posting and writing respectively.
I'm still bummed that humor is nowhere in my writing systems. As well as the... what? Two, three moth absence?
Never realized how hard it is to write for these guys, especially in the Cyborg 009 universe, till a little while back. Sorry for the delay folks, as well as the very small offering... As for the little color discussion, no harm done. To each, their own (perception of eye color). I just thought red irises looked cool in anime. -Grins-