Quiet. Too quite. It has been thus since I've been discharged, and I cannot help but think that something is...amiss? I have heard nothing. I have not been debriefed. I have neither seen nor heard from my Team. Hiashi-sama has not thought it necessary to contact me. I feel as though I've been borne into a lingering quiet that there is no escape ( Read more... )

Discharge, I believe, is imminent. There is little else they can do for me here, save restrict my chakra flow (admirably well, I might add) and give me drugs that I do not believe I need. Since I still have not been debriefed--I do not believe Shikamaru is to be my official "interrogator--I can only assume that something dramatic is happening in ( Read more... )

It seems as though someone with more than half a brain has finally seen to me; this morning I woke with an entirely new set of characters inked all over my chest. I cannot help but wonder if someone is just having fun with it. If not for the occasional blue glow, the telltale suck of chakra... This bodes well for my recovery, I would imagine. ( Read more... )

Ninety-six tiles. Twenty-four clusters of intersection. Forty petals on the flower someone left by my bedside ( Read more... )

I received a strange and (admittedly) cryptic offer this morning. If it was an offer.

There is much to think about.

I can just barely see out of the window. This place...this is a cage.

I am not dead yet.

In such a small room, where I am granted nothing but the tittering of machines (I wonder; are they necessary or are they keeping me from the brink of illness?), I have memorized the ceiling tiles--ninety-six--and the infinitely small fissures on the wall opposite this...bed. They deem me well enough to be given access to ( Read more... )

What is this talk of festivities? Perhaps it's just me, but it seems a little ridiculous right now. Troublesome, maybe, if I were to borrow Nara's catch-phrase. For me, at least, business progresses as usual. Hiashi-sama and I exchange polite nods when necessary, and I casually threaten Hanabi-sama when the occassion arises. Hinata-sama is proving ( Read more... )

This is tiresome, but I persist.

It seems as though the only person in days that I've had any sort of conversation with is Lee. What does that say?

This may be a long speculation. It is difficult to tell ( Read more... )

It is surely true that we are beings shaped by our circumstances and environment. Hinata and I...we are practically siblings in terms of sheer genetic makeup, but we are so entirely different. I look at her, barely able to get two words out without staring at a corner in my room, and wonder why the life she's lead has made her so weak. There is ( Read more... )