miikka-xx: Ah, Code Breaker. How I love you. And how I love for finally giving you a category all to your own. 3

For those who haven't read it: GO READ IT NOW. ON ONEMANGA OR MANGAFOX OR WHEREVER. JUST DO IT.

Title: Toybox
Rating: K+
Summary: Toki-centric; drabble: This is a game and he is going to win.
Character(s): Toki
Pairing(s): None. :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Even the quote was stolen from Angel Sanctuary. Even if the formatting got killed.
Warnings: Possible future-manga inaccuracies. I mean, I dunno. I just assume. Possible OOCness. It's my first time trying out drabble and Code: Breaker, be gentle.

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To Toki, life was a game. He was given choices, and picking a different one would lead him closer to the end result: the prize or his death. For him, he knew his mentality quite well. He knew that he would pick the things that would lead to him dying a useless death in some alleyway, because he would've screwed up. Because everything he had done was leading to it from the beginning.

That's when he decided he would choose the opposite. He was given the choice to go to a public or private school. He chose private because he hated uniforms and rules and standards. When he was given the choice between failing school or excelling, he chose excelling because he would abhor the constant hours he would spend looking at his textbooks and trying to figure out the answers.

And then he was given the choice to live life normally, to be oblivious to the outside world and continue with living in something he had twisted to become his own exquisite torture machine. Or to become a killer of killers, the ones that lurked in the shadowed alleyways and cut dirty throats when no one was looking.

And Toki, being the sort of guy he is, realized, everything was leading to his useless death in the alleyway anyways.

That's when he took up smoking.

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AN: Drabble on Toki because I adore him oh-so-much. And because the Code: Breaker category needs more love.
(FF NET, I HATE YOU. STOP KILLING MY FORMATTING. AGH.)