A/N: Ahhh, no comment.
Insomnia
Isshin + Masaki
There were some nights he cannot bring himself to sleep. The house was quiet and the wind was chilly, and he lay awake in his bed, alone, staring up at the ceiling.
He gets up, stretches a bit, and takes a stroll around his abode. It was dark, yet the moonlight provided some traces of articles he recognized in his everyday stay at the house.
Each corner has a story to tell. Each trinket has a memory in store. Isshin was uncertain if he was involved in all of them. But he remembers clearly the seventeen or so years he had stayed in this manor.
He did not try to fight sleep, for he knew it was useless. In nights like this, he would merely stay up, staring and reminiscing all by himself.
He glances at those shoes that rested along their doorway. Rubbershoes in red and white, blue-black-white sneakers, orange sandals, white doll shoes, and black office shoes. He takes a look at the certain corner of their living room where a soccer ball lay unused for weeks. The entry to their kitchen had a yellow apron hanging. Near their coffee table, bunny ballpens and school textbooks were sprawled carelessly on the floor. Picture frames overlapped each other on top of a shelf.
He takes another stroll, this time doing a short room-to-room. He opens a door and smiles at the sight of his eldest son sleeping peacefully on his bed with a lithe raven-haired woman in his arms, breathing in sync inspite the loudly snoring plush that was tucked itself between them. He steps in and closes the window that was left open bringing the cold night wind inside the room.
He moves to another room and takes a peek. Yuzu was contentedly in slumber with a smile on her face, hugging to herself a teddy bear, and Karin was on the other bed, snoring lightly, blankets thrown to the floor. He picks up the discarded sheet and drapes in over the girl's sleeping form, then heads over to Yuzu, fixing the strap of the girl's dress that fell ungraciously from her shoulders. He pats the brunette's head before heading out.
He still couldn't sleep, and when he returns to solitary silence in the living room, he glances at Masaki's picture on the wall and smiles some more. "The nights should always be as peaceful as this, ne, Masaki?"
He still couldn't sleep, but he was content. And he'd give anything to witness a night like this unfold with no worries. It was rare for their life to be this tranquil, and if he could just watch them forever, his children living and sleeping with satisfied smiles, he would watch them forever. Nevermind that sleep denies him.
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