If there was one good thing about this place, it was that what little sleep he imagined he got was completely devoid of dreams of any kind.
The nights themselves served as the nightmares, especially after what they'd run into. Kira woke up in his bed rather suddenly, fingers still clutching hard to his sword. It was morning, and he'd only accomplished half of what he'd intended and been ordered to do. Still, it was a partial success, and that alone he could live with. Tonight he would accomplish exactly what had been asked of him.
He stored his weapon under the bed just in time - the nurse came in shortly afterward and told him that he'd missed breakfast. Fine by him. He wasn't hungry, anyway. The encounter from the night previous was still weighing heavily in his mind. That woman's terrifying, bloodshot gaze was seared into his memory, as were her hands slowly crawling up his body. The stuff of nightmares. Unsent spirits, bound to the living world by a desire for revenge ... and yet not a Hollow. Had she died here, or ... ?
The recreation field was large and fairly empty when he arrived, and without any real desire to do ... whatever it was they were given (sports?), Kira found himself quietly near one of the institute's walls, just watching and trying to enjoy the pleasant outside world for the time being. It was cool and at the very least not raining. Try to focus on this, he told himself, eyes closing for a moment as he struggled to think about nothing.
... it didn't really work, but at least he wasn't remembering that icy grip and those dead -- oh.
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The nights themselves served as the nightmares, especially after what they'd run into. Kira woke up in his bed rather suddenly, fingers still clutching hard to his sword. It was morning, and he'd only accomplished half of what he'd intended and been ordered to do. Still, it was a partial success, and that alone he could live with. Tonight he would accomplish exactly what had been asked of him.
He stored his weapon under the bed just in time - the nurse came in shortly afterward and told him that he'd missed breakfast. Fine by him. He wasn't hungry, anyway. The encounter from the night previous was still weighing heavily in his mind. That woman's terrifying, bloodshot gaze was seared into his memory, as were her hands slowly crawling up his body. The stuff of nightmares. Unsent spirits, bound to the living world by a desire for revenge ... and yet not a Hollow. Had she died here, or ... ?
The recreation field was large and fairly empty when he arrived, and without any real desire to do ... whatever it was they were given (sports?), Kira found himself quietly near one of the institute's walls, just watching and trying to enjoy the pleasant outside world for the time being. It was cool and at the very least not raining. Try to focus on this, he told himself, eyes closing for a moment as he struggled to think about nothing.
... it didn't really work, but at least he wasn't remembering that icy grip and those dead -- oh.