A/N: Here we go again. Not much to say other than thanks for the reviews once more. And, well, the end is nigh.
Today: Sanosuke, 200 words
Honor
Street fighting isn't about honor, but then Sanosuke knew that long before he became renowned as the infamous zanza. It isn't about ideals or politics or a better future, either. The government or personal vendettas mean as much to him as an empty jug of sake, although the old simmering hate inside him begs to differ.
Street fighting is about beating up the man opposite you and, if you've any luck, cash in some money in the process.
No honest way to live, sure, and taichou is probably rolling in his grave (at least, whatever remains of him) at how Sanosuke has chosen to bide his time.
But that's who he is.
And then some ridiculously small redhead with a stupid scar comes along and pounds his face in and Sanosuke realizes that there is a difference between living and waiting for death. That while he might have tried and failed at doing the right thing in the past doesn't mean he can't ever try again. And snag some free food and start some nice bantering with kitsune, tanuki and the brat while he's at it.
Friends, family.
Now there's something he understands.
Something he chooses to live for.
