Chima

Tobin watched as the doctor felt Catherine's pulse and breath, as he made holy signs over her weakly heaving chest hidden as it was beneath the blankets that curdled with the sweat from her clammy skin.  He lifted her arm and his doctor's knife pressed into the skin of her outer arm, cutting through her skin as if it were paper, and letting blood flow out and down her arm and over twitching fingers into a bowl.  Her eyes flickered under their lids and she made a small noise like pain but weaker, but as the blood dripped into the bowl she seemed to relax.  Tobin's breath released slowly as he watched the doctor op

     Time.  There simply wasn't enough time.      Others learned so that they could survive, crammed the barest necessities of knowledge into their brains.  Even those with the capacity for more, like Nara, seemed to have no desire to.  But Orochimaru needed the knowledge like he needed air.  Desired it more than any willing body.  Hungered for it more than the most succulent delicacies.      But there just wasn't enough time in a human lifespan to learn it all.  It was the only stumbling block; but when he searched for ways to overcome it he was cast out.  They couldn't understand the burning need he felt.  Couldn't understand why he had f

if you're gone, then why do I still miss you?  why is it that some nights I don't think of you at all, and others I break down and cry because you're not there?  why is it that most things don't remind me of you at all, even other cats, but sometimes out of nowhere I'll miss you?  it hurts less now, since I admitted to Ai that I still miss you and I cry for you even though I've told everyone else I'm over the fact you're gone.  it still hurts.  it's still like a gaping wound that I forget aout until I touch it by accident, and then it's agony enough to knock me over.  this is the reason I hate seeing things from the past.  I think of how you