ApricotJamMaid

Madara heaved an aggravated sigh, cursing the man in front of him. It was his father, of course, but that was of little consequence. It only meant he had to keep his mouth shut while he fumed silently about what was being said. But he’d be damned if he wasn’t pissed off at the old man just then. He was tired...so tired. He’d been fighting for at least half a month straight, and all the rest he’d had for that time was a more than derisory two hours a day. It was brutally draining on his body, and every muscle in him demanded sleep, craving of life-giving slumber. He’d collapse where he stood if he wasn’t so dete