Drabble 1

Coldness and determination carried out an odd battle inside Saburo's mind. Odd in that technically, they were one of the same thing, or at least, they had the same source. However, the nature of both were very different; the determination familiar and comforting in its way as something that he borrowed strength from often, while the coldness was strange and a little dangerous in its presentation, like stepping outside to go to school on a morning where they probably should have just canceled it.
A piece of inclement weather in his head, and he wasn't sure what he could do with it, or how well he could actually control it.
He knew that when angry, people often had trouble controlling themselves.
He also reflected, thinking further, that there was no internal battle over this. Not in truth. He was angry, and it numbed his insides to any actions he might need to take, which he was currently grateful for. He wasn't sure what would be required of him in order to get those few he counted “dear” to him back, despite the sappy application of the word.