(SasoDei) Not strong enough - part 1Not strong enough
The room is dark and quiet, a clock's silent ticking filling the space. In such silence, the
clock's mechanical rhythm sounds much more intimidating than it would in different
conditions; it is not loud, but thumps through your head like gun shots, should you listen
The sound of a boy's shallow breathing is mostly muted by the clicking. Not that there is
anyone to witness it. The room is empty of people, save for the blond boy curled up in
There is a change in the rhythms that fill the silence. The clock is still ticking the same,
but an additional beat has been added to it. They echo from outside the room and gain
volume as they come closer. Footsteps.
The door is opened.
The blond teen bolts up in shock, his forehead covered in sweat and heart accelerating at
an unhealthy pace.
He glances around himself until his eyes come to a stop on the woman with matching
hair colour, standing in the doorway.
The woman is smilin
(SasoDei) Don't Judge Me, Diary - Chapter 24Twenty-fourth entry
February 1st, 1.15AM
I was just re-reading my previous entries and I realized that I haven't written here for
over a month. That's one thing. The other thing is that the next page is the last one in
I wondered why I haven't been writing as much as I used to. I mean, it's not like my life
is any more boring than it was before. Or rather my life wasn't much more interesting
before than it is now. It's just that... all the things that happen, I discuss them with
Sasori. Either in bed or over dinner table or when we go out or in the evenings or during
lunch. No offence, but despite his stoic being, he is a much better conversation partner
And after talking it all through, I just don't feel like writing it down anymore. After
discussing things with him, those things become my past and don't bug me anymore, so
I don't feel the need to think about them anymore. Not like before when I had no one to
discuss things with a
Rebel in Hidden High School 2 - Chapter 13Chapter 13
The room was quiet, save for the rhythm of the pen being tapped against the table that
matched the ticking of the clock. Konan's eyes momentarily flickered to the mentioned
clock, checking the time. Five past nine. Hadn't she known better, she would've doubted
whether it was morning or night. The room had no windows and the light was dim. The
main thing that prevented confusion was Konan's knowledge that the guys in this room
never did business in daytime.
"Konan, Konan, Konan," the bald man in the leather chair mused, swirling around to face
her. She was standing at the other end of the long table that could have seated thirty,
but seated 10 for the time being. Most of them acted as bodyguards for the old fart, but
there were two in business suits that Konan didn't recognize nor did they look like
"Ibizo," Konan returned the name. "Long time no see." She did a mock salute.
Ibizo smiled. "You're all grown up. How old were you when we last saw eac