Author's Note: I guess with all my attention focused on the happiness of Almost Perfect lately I was starting to need something a little... darker. XD Also I feel kind for leaving so much Fuuma out so to balance it I guess, I present a Fuuma-centric fic! The title is because it was also partly inspired by the song "I Write Sins, Not Tragedies" by Panic! At the Disco. Although it's not a sonfic and the lyrics have nothing all to do with this story. XD Basically I just really liked the title, it makes me think of Fuuma. (And btw, I do intend to do all of the dragons of heaven and earth eventually. Kamui will be the last.)

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You light up again, the tiny flame flickering against your hand as you protectively shield it from a stray breeze. It's funny really. That you give that little flame more protection than you do the person that you love.

I hate that.

Then you inhale.

Benzene comes from coal, it's used in fuel and chemical manufacture. I suppose it's another way for you to be closer to that car you love to break a few more laws in from time to time.

"Can I help you?" You ask, eyeing me behind the smoke.

Formaldehyde is used to preserve dead bodies. It's ironic really, considering your line of work, but then maybe it makes you feel closer to them too. I suppose it's the only way you can relate.

"No."

Ammonia is used in dry cleaning fluids. Is that how you get the blood out of all those expensive suits you wear, I wonder?

"Then what are you doing here?"

Acetone is used as a solvent. But then you never need that to clean up after yourself do you. The sakura tree takes care of it for you. Then again, you are the sakura aren't you.

"I'm just out for a walk."

Nicotine is addictive and poisonous. I'm sure the irony isn't lost on your beloved.

"Is that so?"

Arsenic is used in rat poison. That's how you see your prey though isn't it? You're not exactly one to distinguish between a human life and a rodent's. Though you might be right not to.

"It is. But thank you. You've made my job tonight easier."

Hydrogen cyanide is used in gas chambers. A convenient method for mass murder. It's when I reach that one that I have to frown. You have murdered large numbers of people at once, when destroying a kekkai. So have I.

"By already spilling blood here?"

"Yes."

You take another long drag of the cigarette.

Most would think of you as narcissistic but they're wrong. You devote quite a bit of time every single day to slowly and imperceptibly destroying yourself. You don't respect anyone, that much is clear. It's unfortunate that that even includes yourself.

I hate that too.

"I see, well if you have no need of my assistance then I'll be off. Early morning tomorrow you know." You flick away the cigarette, littering the sidewalk, and stroll casually away with your hands in your pockets.

There is one person at least who you don't like to see hurt. You were awfully upset when I took his eye, even though it was what he wanted. In fact you still treat me more coldly than you do anyone else. I don't blame you for the lack of warmth though; I blame you for the resentment. It's so hypocritical isn't it? To hate me for hurting him after all that you have put him through? You love him. You might deny it right now to anyone else's face but I can see through you and I don't like what I see. You take care to slowly emotionally break down the one you love.

I hate that as well, but it isn't the part of you I hate most.

I let the crackle of energy gather in my hand and reach down to touch the blood with my fingertips, feeling the ground give an earth-shaking tremble, a fleeting and futile warning before it splits and rips through the city, devouring cars, buildings, people, animals and anything else in its path.

No, what I hate most about you, Seishirou Sakurazuka, is that I know I'm just like you.

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