It was the same as it always was. He stood beside Tatara,
did as he said, followed orders. When Tatara told him to
eat, he ate, when Tatara told him to stay in one place, he
stayed there, when Tatara told him to fetch someone, he
left and came back with them. Loyal and obedient Noro.
Even with his ability to communicate now, he still often
resorted to head tilts or body language. He was used to not
being able to communicate, so he often forgot that he had
that board, or even if he remembered it, he didn't feel like
he needed to say anything.
Noro rarely slept. Not because he didn't have time to, he
simply forgot. He forgot many things, but that was because
of his kakuja. Noro wasn't really all the forgetful, but having
his kagune as it was, it liked to eat away at this thoughts and
memories as it ate away at bodies. It wasn't until he was
starting to droop at his post did Tatara realize he hadn't slept.
The leader looked towards the giant, eyes narrowed.
The obedient guard dog snapped to attention. He didn't
respond in anyway, he simply walked away, making his
way towards his room. Other ghouls moved out of the way
as he walked past. They knew not to bother him. The last
time someone had tried to attack Noro when he was sleepy,
they'd ended up ripped apart and thrown out a window. He
seemed more aggressive when exhausted, so no one dared
approach him.
Eventually, he made it to his room, the incessant ticking of
clocks immediately soothing him. Such a lovely sound.
His body felt heavy all of a sudden and he let out a silent sigh.
The dry-erase board and the small clock were removed from
his cloak and set down on a rickety table. Drooping eyes gazed
down at the bed clothes that clung to the old mattress. They
were a bit dirty, seeing as he didn't really care to get anything
new. The giant kicked off his shoes before dropping down onto
the mattress. His mask continued to stay on his face as he laid
there, feet hanging off the edge. It was hard to find a mattress
that was as long as he was tall. The dark curtain over the window
made things in his room dark, nearly bitch black at night. It was
nice though, it was a soothing dark. The darkness paired with the
ticking of the many clocks that filled his room were like a warm
blanket and a soothing lullaby. The clocks cleared his mind of any
errant thoughts, anything that would keep him from getting rest.
His heavy lids slowly began to close as he laid there on his
stomach, arms hanging off the edges of the bed along with his feet.
How long had he gone without sleep this time? A week?
Maybe two? Who knew anymore. Either way, his body felt
so heavy and his eyelids slowly closed. Sleep slowly
enveloped him. While, nightmares might've been a thing
after the life he'd had, they weren't really all that much.
He didn't remember a lot of his past due to his kagune.
When he did have nightmares, they were irregular and
discordant. Nothing ever seemed to make much sense.
They were tiny bits and pieces of memories that were
left in his brain, pieces that were squished together into
odd orders and never quite matched up, like jigsaw
pieces that were forced together but didn't actually fit.
The one nightmare that made sense was of the one main
memory he had from his youth. One of him and that
woman. One that made him not want to be near women
entirely and made him despise sex.
However, this time, there were no dreams, just blissful
slumber that engulfed him and left him sleeping peacefully
in that loud, ticking room.
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