From... almost but not quite everyone.

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Name a character from one of my fandoms, and I'll give you either:

(a) three facts about them from my personal canon/fanon,
(b) a reason he/she sucks,
(c) a reason he/she is awesomecakes,
(d) five things that never happened to that character, or
(e) five people that character never fell in love with and why.

(Yes, yes, you can take pot-shots at my more obscure ones, too.)


I've got a few things I need to get back to people about -- sorry about that. I've been really restless the last few days and spent a lot of time fidgeting around the house since my hips have been being a bit painful and don't like the computer chair. I'll get to it soon. :)

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Hakkai!

[Five things that didn't happen to Hakkai. Sort of.]

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Hakkai did not die in the fire. That was what they said had killed his parents, when he eventually traced his way back to the village where he and Kanan had been born; yes, yes, I remember. Terrible tragedy. I remember there were two children, but I never heard what had happened to them...

He had been perhaps a year old, at the time; Kanan had been two. He imagined a tiny baby boy and his sister, choking on smoke, struggling for the door. Every time in his imagination they failed to reach it; he could not think how they had escaped. He wondered, sometimes, if it was a good thing that they had.



In the castle, after the slaughter, he didn't close his eyes and let himself go, and he didn't allow himself to lie in a pool of cooling blood, fading, until he stopped feeling anything at all. He still has no idea why. He just walked, one foot after another, too lost to know how to die.



He didn't even die on the path, in the woods, although there was so much blood. How could there have been so much blood? He felt as though he must have lost twenty pints, and no-one's body contained that much to start with. It was all over his hands and all over his clothes, and he did not know where he was or how he had got there.

He tried to tell the man who found him that he was there to die, and he could just leave him and go home, but the man's hair was fascinating and Hakkai's tongue was heavy in his mouth and he couldn't form the words. Instead he just stared, and said nothing, and lived.



Chin Yisou didn't kill him. By that time Hakkai had begun to stop wishing for it, but on the worse nights he wondered what it would have been like to suffer that death, and whether, after all, he would have deserved it.

In reality he knows that he would have, but he also knows that what one deserves and what one gets have no relationship at all.



He didn't die in Hontou castle either. And he didn't want to. Not even for a moment.



"Yanno," Gojyo told him, "for someone with a total fucking deathwish, it's amazing how often you don't die."

Hakkai smiled.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, Gojyo. If anyone has a deathwish I would think it's you and Goku."

It was amazingly easy to say.