This is extremely short, barely five hundred words, but it was something I wrote a year ago. Maybe? I was listening to Rhianna's Russian roulette and decided to try and do something dark. Eh, it's ok, I guess. I had to go over what was already written and change it up. I hope it's good.
He sat, staring at one of the most beautiful people he'd ever seen. His heart was beating so fast. He could do this, he wasn't going to back down. He closed his eyes, trying to slow his breathing.
"Take a deep breath, calm down." he heard a deep sensual voice say.
Ichigo wanted to say something smart, but resisted. That's what he was doing before they spoke, it's not his fault it was taking him a while to do it. He opened his eyes and stared straight into a pair of calm blue ones. "That's what I was already doing." he said with a little bit of snark.
Grimmjow just chuckled at that. "Just remember ichigo, we're playing for real. There's a lot at stake, you can always back out and end it here. I won't see you differently."
Ichigo knew the man was trying to calm him down, to make sure he was sure about this. He knew it was stupid really, but he wanted to. The orangette looked down when he heard the clang of metal on metal, staring warily at the silver revolver. 'shit' he thought. He was supposed to touch that.
"Take it, and count to three."
He breathing picked up a bit, glancing at grimmjow, wishing it was still the man's turn. Sweat started to gather as he slowly reached out for the gun, it seemed that time started to slow down. Mind going blank, he grabbed it, about to take his turn.
Though he knew it couldn't be, he thought grimmjow could hear his heart beating out of his chest, he knew he did. The blue haired man kept a straight face though. 'How can he be so calm? I'm practically shitting myself with fear!'
He was never a religious person, but he was considering praying to any god right about now.
"Close your eyes."
Closing his eyes, ichigo brought the barrel of the gun to his temple, setting his finger on the trigger. By now grimmjow knew how scared ichigo was, he could hear the gingers erratic breathing on the other side of the table. The bluenette had tried to change ichigo's mind, but he was set on playing.
As he took his time, ichigo thought, 'Wait, if grimmjow is still here after doing this for so long...that means he's never lost.' the ginger shook himself mentally. 'It doesn't matter, nothing matters. I'm doing this and no one is going to stop me. Not my parents, not my sisters...no one. Because...their all dead anyway.' He didn't think he'd live through this, but he didn't know that he might too. He didn't care either way. He had no one, so would it be so bad if he lost?
He took a deep breath and cocked the gun, almost forgetting, and pulled the trigger…
The gun went off.
Grimmjow won, again.
OK, now that you've read it, can you please tell me if you liked it? I'd appreciate something, creative criticism even. No flames though, even if you're pissed at the character death.