My first Gundam fic. Or oneshot. Or drabble. Whatever it is, it's exactly 244 words long. And nothing is mine. A bit of Yaoi, if you squint really hard and tilt your head to the left.
Sleep Deprivation
Heero Yuy sleeps.
But not the sleep of a normal person, the deep hyacinthine sleep that pulls complex, meaningful dreams from the minds of men and leaves them rested and whole.
He sleeps the sleep of a solider: shallow, light, easily broken. It's the sleep of someone who is all too used to being woken up at 1:38 am and told to suit up for combat.
He sleeps the sleep of a veteran: broken, sporadic, plagued by scenes to real to be nightmares. It's the sleep of someone who has to relive each pull of the trigger and see each man fall before him every time his eyes close and knows that he'll make more memories as the days continue.
And there are times when he doesn't sleep at all. He just lays there, fists clenched into trembling balls at his sides, body stiff and shaking with more emotions than he can name, eyes wide as he his reminded of every death that has come at his hands.
But it's at these times, the nights when the sound of a tumbling garbage can has him reaching for the pistol beneath his pillow, the nights when he bolts straight up in a cold sweat, and the nights when his mind races him off to some far off battle, that the arms of an angel, a god, wind about him. These arms are safe, strong, healing.
And in these arms, he finds he can finally rest.
This is whatcomesto me at three am.