A/N: I've tweak the meaning of social darwinism a little to fit Saitou, so it might seem "Eh? What?" at first.
Drabble Three: Social Darwinism
Summary: The adaptable survive, as Saitou well knows.
Word Count: 100
I strike a match, turning my back on the brief, fitful gusts from the open window to shelter the tiny flame. Placing the matchbox carefully back in my drawer, I retrieve a cigarette and balance it between my lips. I light the thin roll of tobacco, turning to look out the window at Japan.
Sakura trees don't blossom until three weeks later. But as I gaze at the forlorn tree near our house, stripped of its raiment during the winter months, I catch a flash of pink. An early bloomer. Alone in the barren world.
I inhale the Western smoke.
October 7, 2006