Author's Note: Another almost!drabble, this one actually 101 words long.
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In retrospect, Shishio should have expected it. The white-haired madman – a different sort from that last white-haired madman he had entertained, but one nonetheless. As he always had since his coup, he explained the rules to the newcomer – rule of the strong, always the rule of the strong. And naturally, Shishio was the strongest. He really should have seen it coming – the curling smirk, the blue-eyed glint, and then... A flashing blur of white, teeth in his throat, and Shishio was dethroned.
"The weak are the food of the strong, huh?" the King of Thieves said. "I can live with that."