Sleep.

  Whenever you have a paranoid friend that

  needs. some. sleep.

  ... Sleep.

  Dearest friend, drowsy and half-awake. Wishing not for your ill health I plead for your just rest.

  For everything is said and done.

  The preparations are complete.

  Only a few hours separate us from the grand finale; your fears are unjust.

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  ... Eh? How would I know?

  You shouldn't underestimate me, my friend.

  I know much more than I should.

  - Like, how much you missed our "home", from all those years ago.

  - Like how much you wished to forget, all those years ago.

  You are like an open book, easy to read.

  The only difficulty would be your complex thoughts; like the Greeks to Romans, or grade school students with a complex equation.

  Hard, but not impossible to understand.

  And so I plead to you, with no small ounce of irritation, that you stop this stubborn nonsense and get. some. rest.

  ... You've done enough already.

  Now put down that map.

  I swear, if you won't follow my instructions in the next few seconds, then I swear to God I will make you wish you were sleeping for eternity than incurring my wrath.

  ... There, much better.

  Now was that so hard to do?

  Get some well-deserved rest, dear friend.

  God knows you'll need it tomorrow.

  ... And don't think I overlooked you hiding that map.

  ~ owari

  First written in the 24th of November, 2016.

  Inspired (and not-inspired) by Code Geass, in which a mother-esque Suzaku gets all sentimental with best buddy Lelouch.

  NOT A FANFIC.