Author's Note: Though in most cases, I try to make my comparisons based off the hard truth of Wikipedia articles, I based this one more off of the rendition of Okita Souji in Hakuouki. They seem to have almost too much in common—Okita and Sirius must be long-lost twins.

People feared him, very rightly so.

Laughed and smiled and cried inside, covered in the blood of those dead before him.

Like a child, coming into the world screaming and sick, and he would never grow up.

A genius, they said, but they never really understood him: that it hurt to grow up, and he had already suffered enough, didn't he? He just wanted to be useful, be a weapon, do something great, so that he would never be left behind or rejected again.

Because you don't go out in a war without your sword at your side.

Child, prodigy, weapon; it didn't matter, because he burned away his short life in a tangled web of institutions, politics, undying loyalty, and an all-crippling rage.

He was a genius; he was locked away to rust and break when his master needed him; he achieved nothing; he was the second to die.