[A strangled growl escaped the younger boy when Vincent's arm slipped around his neck. Sleep was the enemy, he knew that! Knew that it was the one thing that could ever hope to slow him down or bring him to a halt. He didn't want to be unconscious, because other things had the chance to catch up then. Memories and emotions and worst of all, loneliness.
So he fought, and he fought hard, fingers clawing at Vincent's arm, legs kicking wildly and elbow flying in the hopes of hitting a knee or his groin or jabbing into the other boy's rib cage...anything. But he hadn't been prepared for this, and slowly the strength of his blows began to diminish.
Through clenched teeth he rasped an unintelligible insult, or perhaps it was simply muttered in Japanese, but after a few moments more he stopped struggling to get free and had grown still. A last ditch effort to maintain consciousness by preserving some energy. Whatever was left, anyway.]
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So he fought, and he fought hard, fingers clawing at Vincent's arm, legs kicking wildly and elbow flying in the hopes of hitting a knee or his groin or jabbing into the other boy's rib cage...anything. But he hadn't been prepared for this, and slowly the strength of his blows began to diminish.
Through clenched teeth he rasped an unintelligible insult, or perhaps it was simply muttered in Japanese, but after a few moments more he stopped struggling to get free and had grown still. A last ditch effort to maintain consciousness by preserving some energy. Whatever was left, anyway.]