A/N: This morning, I found Kame in the laundryroom. Downstairs. Which means he navigated the (wooden) stairs without me hearing him. O.o Maybe he IS a ninja...
~Sleep~
When they were small, he watched them sleep sometimes.
He didn't know then, that human parents often stand over cribs in the night, checking for the subtle movement, the faint sigh of breath moving in and out of tiny lungs. He was drawn instinctively, impulsively, irresistibly, to stand and watch as their miniature plastrons rose and fell, in the depth of darkness when all was quiet save for the occasional echo of air in the pipes or the soft rumble of a distant train. It wasn't fear that drove him to the irrational vigil, he told himself. He knew how fragile life was, and accepted whatever fate would bring. It was simply concern.
He resisted the urge to shift, to ease the slight tension gathering in his lower back, preferring to direct his energies to the light meditative state that allowed him to sit, motionless, for hours. Every sense was attuned to the faint sound of sweet breath, being drawn with an effort and released reluctantly. He told himself it wasn't fear. The finite nature of life was something he'd made peace with long ago. It was simply concern.
They were grown now, and still, he watched them sleep sometimes.