121 word drabble.

I'm not a hypocrite.

She stares at him, carefully, calculatingly. It's like watching all over again, seeing the flames of hell sprout from the ground beneath them. From where she stands, she can see his silent plea, his wavering hope, his carefully constructed world balancing precariously on a mangled crutch. She doesn't want to hurt him, would die before hurting him, but maybe she already has and maybe there is no way around it.

He gulps, tries again. "Do…do you love me?"


"I'm sorry Houjou," she whispers, stepping away. "I'm sorry."

She watches as her hanyou's reincarnation falls into another fiery hell, out of her reach. His carefully constructed universe crumbles and she dies, again.

But I'm not a hypocrite.