It was a dark night, and though it was not particularly stormy, there might have been a slight dribble of rain outside. However, the fervently moving fingers inside did not know about any such things as they practically flew over the keyboard. They had been doing little else for the past day. After leaving class, she had done nothing but sat at her computer, more or less writing all the time, only occasionally taking the necessary break for visiting the bathroom or eating or casually stabbing her far too stubborn characters to death.
Finally, on the 5th of November, at 23:34, ther writing program finally displayed a five-digit number starting with a... five.
She had achieved Nirvana. Well, something pretty damn close to it, anyway. NaNoWriNa might've been closer.
So! After a day and a half of frantic writing (clocked in 14k on the 5th, goodness me), filled with researching (and then more or less lovingly describing) enucleation aftercare (that's the removal of an eyeball for those of you blinking sleepily at the screen), contemplating the woes of babies waking up in the middle of the night when you really really like sleep, and figuring out the general timeline, I have achieved the (first) goal of the month: The 50k mark.
Thank you, thank you, this is far too much, really, such praise is most undeserved. I'd like to thank caffeinated drinks, Write or Die, those two friends who always seemed to be just a few words ahead no matter what, and...
Yeah, that is, right. For those interested, the sentence that finally tipped the scales was,
It was just an evolutionary reflex, he knew, just the way his brain had been made because after all he was still just a human even if he wasn't one of those stupid herbivores, but as Shou's tears slowly ebbed away and he gave a little smile around the nipple of the bottle Kyouya found his own lips curving just a bit further, too.
(Okay, so actually it was There was a slight smile on Kyouya's second-in-command's face, but the first one is much sweeter, wouldn't you agree?)
So, among other things, I wrote about holding a crying child. And the scars left from grave injuries. And asking Papa difficult questions about his eye. And okay, fine, holding someone who's neither a baby nor crying.
That said, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty happy with the amount of big words one can fit into something that simply means "You're a consenting adult, stop blushing like a kid who heard a dirty word".
"Perhaps I am." Finally, Hibari gave up the pretense of reading, lifting his eye to look directly at Hayato from where he sat quite calmly on the couch. "You are behaving quite childishly, Gokudera Hayato. We are both adults, as I understand, despite your occasional rather juvenile behaviour, and as such, I would assume we are capable of handling the matter in a somewhat mature fashion. Yes, we did engage in sexual activities last night, in my bed, in this house. To my understanding all this happened on mutual agreement, with acknowledgement and acceptance of our individual sexual desires and preferences. Given the preceding conversation, as well as the fact neither of us seemed too intent on letting any such activities have a further effect on our day to day life, I cannot help but rather wonder at your current behaviour."
...Wouldn't you agree?
So! At the end of the fifth day, I stand as follows:
Words total: 50,146
Completed chapters: 3
Completed scenes: 19
Scenes total: 30
Also, tip of the day: If you make an assassin babysit your infant, make sure you're not too attached to the couch. Trust me, you'll be better for it.
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