Sendo: First Tokyo Babylon fic!

Mary: Yup!!!!

Sendo: Lets celebrate, wheres that peanut brittle?!

Mary: You really love that stuff don't ya?

Sendo: Yup.

Mary: Tokyo Babylon isn't ours.

Sakura blossoms, I still love them. I can't help it.

Pink flower petals swirling around me as I walk, where else could I look for him? A warrior of the Sakura blossoms must be near here, and I don't mind the walk. It can't be helped, I love the Sakura tree, it reminds me of him. Damn it! It reminds me of him and I love him! The one who killed my sister and so many others.

I love him.

It can't be helped, he doesn't love me and I've sworn to destroy him. Can I do it? I'm not an assassin, I can't kill just anyone like he can. I could try, try to become stronger to kill him and avenge my sister, but it can't be helped.

I am not like him.

The petals are surrounding me, they wreak of blood, or is it just my imagination? Really I love these flowers, they're amazing, floating gently on the breeze just as a soul floats up to heaven once it's time comes. I'm mesmerized, their petals floating in mid air, swirling around me.

I see him.

He's just standing there, not having spotted me yet. Leaning against the tree we both love so much. At his feet I see the sight I fear, a dead body, bleeding. The body feeding the tree it lay under. I feel sick. Who was it this time?

I must kill him.

My mind races, what to I do? Can I just kill him? Will it be that easy? Will the hunter become the hunted? I hold onto something in my pocket, a knife. I've been preparing for this day, it's been five years. I'm older, he is too.

I run at him.

He spots me and turns, tripping over the body at his feet, he falls and I pin him down. It was easier than i thought. I had gotten stronger. He stares at me, eyes full of malace. But I love those eyes, hidden behind glasses. My breathe comes slow and shallow.

I stare at him.

My gaze is returned, but I don't like it. He smirks at my obvious discomfort. "I see you found me at last." he said. Damn is Seishirou! I hate you. My grip tightens on his shoulder, and I grasp my knife. It's cold and hard on my fingers.

I put the knife at his throat.

"Seishirou, I am going to kill you." I rasp, my throat feels like sand paper. He smirks bigger. "Isn't it fit that a Sakura warrior must die beneath one?" I ask. I know what he is thinking, and I'm wondering the same thing.

I wonder, can I kill him?

I'm surprised as my lips meet his, my eyes had been closed but now they flew open as I withdrew. Trying to rgeain my composure I said "Goodbye Seishirou-kun." I whisper, and knife met skin. I straitened and looked at him, his arrogant smirk still etched on his now dead face.

I'd done it. Seishirou was dead.

Sendo: Don't flame, it'll get you no where.

Mary: Yeah, anyway. Please review.

Sendo: I WANT PEANUT BRITTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Mary: Gah! (Ducks under desk.)