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"Ninety four...ninety five....ninety six..."

As usual, Sesaro was by no means asleep. The sixteen year old prince of the Underworld was rarely able to sleep (there was a name for the condition that Sesaro would use if he bothered to learn it) anyway, so during the hours of the night, he occupied himself instead with other pursuits.

"Ninety seven...ninety eight...ninety nine..."

The prince's long, well-built body was stretched out on the floor of his room, his back flat as a board, his arms, displaying the rippling muscles that adorned them, holding his body aloft. His hands formed a diamond-like shape on the marble floor, and his body lowered and lifted from the ground with each count, with a grunt of physical exertion between each number. Small beads of sweat dotted his arms and forehead despite the cool air around him, and as he reached the last number he held the upwards position for a moment.

"...one hundred."

Sesaro pushed himself off the ground and into a standing position, breathing heavily for a few seconds before muttering, "Bah..." Of course, he couldn't be satisfied with that number. Anybody knew Prince Sesaro Hitsuya was never satisfied with anything when it came to his exercises. Had he one day by some stroke of fortuitous strength been struck with the ability to do a thousand diamond push-ups, quite surely significantly more than anything he or anyone else could have achieved, Sesaro would be, if anything, utterly infuriated that he was unable to top it the next day.

On another note, however, all things considered, Sesaro did roughly the same things at night, unable to sleep, as he did during the day: not much. His daily routine consisted of (occasionally) waking up, eating, exercising, reading, exercising, eating, reading, getting into an argument with Jeremy, attempting to attack him, either pummelling him or being held down while Sesaro yells insults at him...then exercising, reading, eating, reading, and then (occasionally) going to sleep. Sometimes he'd also go up and see what masterpieces Kurenai had created lately, stand there wondering how in the Underworld anyone was capable of it. But for the most part, that was his daily routine, and it didn't vary much. He really didn't have anything in the way of friends (and if asked would immediately retort he needs none), and as far as his family, he couldn't stand to be in Jeremy's presence for more than a few seconds without getting the prompt desire to pummel him, and Jeremy certainly wasn't best buddies with Sesaro in turn. And as for Kurenai...well, she was one of about two or three people Sesaro actually enjoyed being with, but deep down Sesaro suspected she didn't really enjoy being near him either. Maybe it was just him being his usually cynical, pessimistic self. But more than sometimes he felt that she preferred he stayed away, maybe even disliked him...

If that had been true--he would never have let on about it, but he would have...regretted it.

Feh. Why am I wasting time reflecting on this now? he mused to himself, irately striding towards the bookcase and, after a moment of searching, he tugged a book from within the tightly packed rows of texts. Tonight was shaping up to be yet another boring, endless, sleepless night--it was well past midnight and he wasn't feeling so much as the slightest sign of weariness or tire.

Instead, he was feeling a rather all-encompassing irritation at his inability to get any form of sleep. He spent what felt like hours earlier in the night lying there wishing sleep would overcome him, but in the end all he felt overcoming him was complete and utter boredom. In the end he simply doomed himself to another night of reading and waiting for...well not the hours of day, per se, since no sunlight forced its way through the black clouds Baphomet kept suspended in the sky, but for the hours when maybe he could find something else to do.

Seated upright against the frame of his bed, the book laid open before him, Sesaro made a snapping motion with the fingers of his right hand, and a tiny flame burst into the air above his hand. He held the light over the text, illuminating the tiny words as he began to read.