Fan Fiction ❯ The Good Book Lied ❯ awake ( Chapter 2 )
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By: okiayu_kaori 
Unable to sleep, Fahren ponders her origins.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Post-apocalyptic / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 444 | Visits: 215 | Status: Completed
Unable to sleep, Fahren ponders her origins.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Post-apocalyptic / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 444 | Visits: 215 | Status: Completed
3..awake.
It's 3 AM and I can't sleep. The room is mostly dark, just like I need it to be. No small sounds to keep me awake, not even any thoughts on my mind, really. Just good old-fashioned Angel insomnia.
I hear the sheets rustling in the bed across from me in our small bedroom, and I assume that my roommate is awake. "Blue?"
"Mm?" she murmurs, and I see her pretty sapphire eyes flash open in the one ray of light coming from the window, which casts down on her even prettier face. She's clutching her ragged teddy bear, Mr. Finn. I don't know how he got that name, I just know that's his name. It's kind of cute, in a considerably dorky kind of way.
"Never mind," I sigh, and turn over in my bed. I guess I'll try to go to sleep, anyway. My mattress is way too hard. Wonder why I never noticed before.
I hear her sheets rustle, and assume she's sitting up in her bed. "No, Fahren, tell me what's up. Is something wrong? Did you have a nightmare? You need some dream dust?"
"No, no, I'm fine." I exhale more than sigh and push my face into my pillow. I can't hear her talking now, and being the snot that I am, I don't bother to ask what she said, and lay there quietly. After a moment, I turn over once more and glance at Blue's bed. She's laying back down. Asleep that fast? Lucky Angel. I guess when you've been awakened once by the Ultimate Light, it's hard to get to sleep some nights. She was probably laying in her coffin with a big smile on her face, waiting for someone to come and just brighten her pretty little day.
I roll my eyes at the image in my head and decide to try and get some rest. Tomorrow's the briefing. That oughta be fun. I get to see Harmony again. I fantasize about walking up to her and saying, "Hiya there, Harm, what's the big deal shining that light in my face when I was dead? That was a really sucky way to wake me up, and I hope you've changed your drafting methods since we last met." Either that or I could just slug her. She would certainly deserve it - she likes to use her really loud, echoing Angel voice to her advantage when waking us up at oh-five-hundred-hours on mission days. I'd like to show her a thing or two.
But I won't. Because I'm a good Angel. And good Angels don't hold grudges.
If you ask me, though, I still think she sucks.
It's 3 AM and I can't sleep. The room is mostly dark, just like I need it to be. No small sounds to keep me awake, not even any thoughts on my mind, really. Just good old-fashioned Angel insomnia.
I hear the sheets rustling in the bed across from me in our small bedroom, and I assume that my roommate is awake. "Blue?"
"Mm?" she murmurs, and I see her pretty sapphire eyes flash open in the one ray of light coming from the window, which casts down on her even prettier face. She's clutching her ragged teddy bear, Mr. Finn. I don't know how he got that name, I just know that's his name. It's kind of cute, in a considerably dorky kind of way.
"Never mind," I sigh, and turn over in my bed. I guess I'll try to go to sleep, anyway. My mattress is way too hard. Wonder why I never noticed before.
I hear her sheets rustle, and assume she's sitting up in her bed. "No, Fahren, tell me what's up. Is something wrong? Did you have a nightmare? You need some dream dust?"
"No, no, I'm fine." I exhale more than sigh and push my face into my pillow. I can't hear her talking now, and being the snot that I am, I don't bother to ask what she said, and lay there quietly. After a moment, I turn over once more and glance at Blue's bed. She's laying back down. Asleep that fast? Lucky Angel. I guess when you've been awakened once by the Ultimate Light, it's hard to get to sleep some nights. She was probably laying in her coffin with a big smile on her face, waiting for someone to come and just brighten her pretty little day.
I roll my eyes at the image in my head and decide to try and get some rest. Tomorrow's the briefing. That oughta be fun. I get to see Harmony again. I fantasize about walking up to her and saying, "Hiya there, Harm, what's the big deal shining that light in my face when I was dead? That was a really sucky way to wake me up, and I hope you've changed your drafting methods since we last met." Either that or I could just slug her. She would certainly deserve it - she likes to use her really loud, echoing Angel voice to her advantage when waking us up at oh-five-hundred-hours on mission days. I'd like to show her a thing or two.
But I won't. Because I'm a good Angel. And good Angels don't hold grudges.
If you ask me, though, I still think she sucks.