No Chaos Without

Lull You To Sleep

           

Chapter 1 =Lull You to Sleep=

Look, this is 12:45 in the night and I really don't know what I'm doing right now. I just shot out of bed with this in mind, and with the mind set of 'tiredtiredtiredtiredIwannasleeptired'. So forget the tenses accuracy—I doubt if this is even readable.

But you know, I really don't want this to go to waste. So if anyone can edit this for me and suggest a way we can communicate (email, et cetera) that'll be great! If no, please continue straight and keep your arms inside the ride at all times.

Maybe a one-shot, maybe not.

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Aphrodi was dreaming.

After running the current situation fifty seven times through his head, calculating the odds of this actually happening and this in dreaming, along with the side note of experience, exhaustion and hunger points, Aphrodi have reached the conclusion that he was dreaming.

Because otherwise, he was 360% done with this world and its stupid little game.

Okay, he may be overreacting a little—thanks a lot Chang Soo—but this is just pushing his sanity. Even he has limits, and everything going on (or not going on) is just stretching it.

Because, hey, Suzuno and Nagumo are asleep, why not.

Which is generally something Aphrodi had no problem with. In fact, them sleeping was good. It was really good. After all, the power from Aliea meteorite was a very addicting drug. And the fact that both of them are paranoid by nature isn't helping.

Aphrodi was starting to pity them getting zero sleep for days, even weeks at a time, and pity everyone else for having to listen to their sleepiness-induced arguments and above all, pity himself for getting stuck as the mediator and roomate.

Playing the pacifist isn't fun, he discovered.

So yes, sleep was very good. The very thing he prayed for every night, in fact.

Sleep is good.

Just not on his lap.

Aphrodi himself wasn't sure when it happened. He dozed off for a few seconds; and yes, it was very uncharacteristic of him to relax himself anywhere but behind the safety of his locked door, and especially not inside a jumpy van, but in his defense, it had been a long training.

And the next thing Aphrodi knew, he was assaulted by a mop of red hair.

He was never falling asleep in the van again.

Before Aphrodi can use his free right hand to liberate his numb and definitely not free left hand which was held hostage by Nagumo, Suzuno decided to drop dead in his lap, which held the said right hand.

Never had Aphrodi wanted to scream so much before. Not even when finals rolls around.

At least his teammates are getting infinite pleasure out of this.

Then he heard a click, and a flash.

"Oh, I'm so sending this to my little sis; she's a die hard Burn slash Gazelle fan—she'll chop off her leg for this photo.'

"You're joking! I'm totally selling this! I swear, it'll worth twice the FFI prize money."

Even in this state of reduced pride, Aphrodi had enough tattered dignity left to at least try to defend himself.

"Hey-" he began, but Nagumo whimpered—he actually whimpered are you fucking serious—and Aphrodi was promptly shushed by the rest of the very amused team.

At this point, even the driver was trying not to laugh.

Forget FFI prize money; Aphrodi is going to murder them all before they can even get to play in the field.

But Suzuno shifted uncomfortably again and Aphrodi suddenly remembered how  many months it took before he can fall asleep after the Zeus incident and the devastation he felt upon being woken up not 5 minutes later. But it was a but hard to be mad when it was his frantic, sobbing little sister shook him awake, yelling how 'Onii-chan finally dropped dead'.

Apparantly he was the family basket case, go him.

So yes, he's going to let them sleep. He's not a monster, okay.

So inwardly, Aphrodi swore revenge 'later'.

Later.