I dunno if this should stay as an extended drabble or turn it into a full length story. But so far its just a drabble o: I was asked this in school today. ^^"


What Would You Die For?

"What would you die for?"

A simple question that had a simple answer. That was what he thought at the time when he had been asked as a child. He gave the simple, expected, answer.

"My family."

Thinking back on it now though the answer really isn't that simple. If you die for your family they will be the ones who feel the burden of guilt at having lived. Yet at the same time if they die for you you will be the one that has to suffer through the endless days of guilt.

Years after his childhood and the question is being asked once again, only this time he couldn't answer. "Who would you die for?" his teacher asked the class, giving instructions to write an essay on it that would be turned in tomorrow. For a whole hour all he could do was stare blankly at his equally blank piece of notebook paper that should have already had the start of a rough draft.

It wasn't until lunch came around and a hyper red-headed friend called his name that he moved. "Fuji!" his friend cried, jumping onto his back with a near bone crushing hug. Finally snapped out of his silent despair towards a question he, for once, didn't know how to answer he listened to Eiji's reason for attacking him from behind. "Ready for lunch?" Fuji chuckled, smiling at his friend as he stood up. "Sorry Eiji," he said in his soft, feminine voice that still had a mans strength, "I have to ask the teacher something." With that he walked out of the classroom, towards the teachers room, as his blank paper sat staring at the ceiling and was promptly forgotten.


"I'm sorry, Sensei," Fuji started with pure honesty in his voice, something that rarely happened, as he looked straight into his teachers eyes. "I won't be able to turn this assignment in on time."

His teacher looked at him in surprise. "You've never turned an assignment in late Fuji. Is something wrong?" Fuji shook his head and then shrugged.

"I don't know. I can't answer it." And the teacher looked at him in shock, still surprised but now even greater, as if he had expected Fuji to answer with the same simplicity that the question was.

"The answer really isn't all that simple, Sensei, if you think about the emotional trauma it could potentially produce." Before his teacher could respond he turned away from him but was still able to catch the mumbled reply as he walked to the door.

"You don't have to take it so seriously, Fuji. It's not like you have to worry about something like that." Fuji looked over his shoulder, a sad smile on his face as he looked at his teacher.

"But there is always a possibility. Life isn't always sugar coated like the school system wants us to believe."

As the young man walked out the door, his delicate features and open expression making him look even more fragile than normal, the teacher remembered how Fuji's little brother died right in front of him.