A/N: Sorry for the delay. Coincidentally, this was brought on/inspired by a severe case of insomnia. Using it to my advantage works.
Prompt: 004 - Insomnia
Characters: Touma
Word Count: 385
Notes: Considering I see him as the most likely one to suffer from this annoying lack-of-sleep. Or Seiji, but Touma just fit my mood better. Kind of solemn/bittersweet, bordering angsty depending on how you look at it.
'Ten, eleven, twelve…' The clock tolled midnight inside another room. The moon had drifted above the house, out of sight. Only the faint remnants of light from faraway streetlights remained. A former warrior just entering adulthood sat near the window, eyes blankly searching for something beyond the horizon. A hand ran through deep blue hair, and a sigh broke through the silent air. He brought his fist against the cool glass with a small thud.
"I should be asleep…" He whispered, but even his own voice startled him, sounding out of place in the night. He shook his head and let his hand drop to his side. It seemed so unlike him to suffer from insomnia, unless he was studying something. But he wasn't. There wasn't anything to study for, not like there used to be at least. Another sigh. He really ought to be able to sleep, he was tired. He was exhausted in fact. But it didn't seem to matter.
Attempting to forget his predicament, he turned his thoughts to his memories. Including those of his friends. Their words echoed in his mind making him crack a hint of a smile. He really did miss them. He bit his lip, glancing backwards out of habit. The warrior had almost expected to see a familiar mess of blond hair, but wasn't terribly surprised when he didn't. There was only his single bed which looked rather lonely right now.
The corner of his lip turned upwards, into a bittersweet smirk. He had just made himself worse off, hadn't he? Not only was he lacking sleep, but now loneliness bit at his heart. He chuckled despite himself. 'What a fool am I…' He closed vivid blue eyes, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to the glass. It felt good against his skin, something of a relief from the faux headache he was giving himself. He imagined the views that had been visible at the mansion he used to live in, with his friends sitting around him. It was nothing like now, even when he had been alone.
A few moments later, he resigned himself to gazing out the window, leaned back against the nearby wall. And for the rest of the night he smiled while listening to the scolding voices of his comrades in his mind.