Nanao jerked awake, sweat sliding down her forehead as she sat up, staring into the dark. The room was silent, other than the soft white noise of a fan trying to move heavy air and the heavy breaths that were finally starting to slow down. She turned baleful eyes to the blue-green numbers atop her dresser, then sighed. ( 4:38 am )

( The morning had gone quickly for Nanao. )

((Backdated to Wednesday, May 31st, late evening. Oh yeah... This might be PG-13ish...))

(  Teasing was something Nanao had always watched other couples do in the past, so she had precious little experience with it. )

((Backdated to Friday, May 26th, about 4:15pm. Warnings for gratuitous Hayate angst. Part I of II.))

(  Sixteen years’ habit was not an easy thing to shake off. This was like talking about a crime… )

((Backdated to Friday, May 26th. Part II of II.))

(  “I do want you here. I was just worried that you wouldn’t want to be near me anymore.” )

It wasn't something she'd planned on doing, but never-the-less, Nanao found herself putting clothes back on after her shower, instead of her usual habit of donning pajamas. As she pulled her tee-shirt back on, she thought to go up to the roof to enjoy the evening in solitude. Her wrists were still bruised, that sickly yellow-green showing that they ( Read more... )

Nanao stretched her legs out along the length of the couch, wiggling her freshly painted toes in delight. A good shower (even if the warm water hadn't lasted more than five minutes) did wonders to her gruff mood. The bruises were fading nicely, but were still easily visible when not covered by the make-up she'd grown accustomed to wearing out of ( Read more... )

((Just a short one compared to our usual length. Backdated to Thursday, May 18th, about 7:15pm. The night before she confronted Gaara.))

(  The scent of peppermint immediately brought up memories of the first time he’d stayed with her during one of her migraines. At the time, she’d been mortified that she’d fallen asleep on him, not knowing him all that well then. Now, she knew there would be no judgments, no thoughts that she was weak. )

[Rated PG13-ish. Set to take place earlier today.]

Part one of two.

(  She was glad to see him, but she could tell something was… different. )

[Rated PG13-ish. Set to take place earlier today.]

Part two of two.

( In the back of her mind, she wondered if she’d have bruises… )