Title: 20 Ways To Kill Taki Aizawa

Author: AkiyaRae

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation they are Maki's characters

WARNINGS: Death of character Taki many times over, short chapters, could be bad English/grammar shouldn't be bad spelling though, NO FLAMES please, concrit welcome though please keep in mind this is just joking around and isn't a serious fic and I think that's about it except there may be some graphic death scenes.

Death One

Taki walked into the studio. He couldn't believe he had been summoned all the way from America just to "discuss Ask's future with NG". He hadn't been given any more information than that in the message that had been left in his voicemail.

Figuring it had to be good news, he'd jumped on the next available plane, and now here he was. He left the door open as he stepped into the seemingly empty room.

"Hello?"

There was no reply, only the creak and slam of the door behind him. The lights suddenly went out, dousing the room in an inky blackness.

"Welcome to the end of the road, Taki Aizawa," said a big booming voice. At first Taki didn't recognize it, but he knew it was someone with an American accent.

"K, of Bad Luck?" He asked into the darkness.

His reply was an evil laugh, which echoed eerily through the darkened room. A shiver ran up his spine, and he thought he might wet himself in another second.

Taki ran to the door, desperately twisting the knob, to no avail.

"I have locked the door to ensure your death."

Taki turned again, his back flat against the wall. A red light from a sniper rifle's aiming laser streaked across the floor. Taki stared, wide-eyed, as it came to rest just below his zipper line, right on his family jewels.

"This is for Shuichi, you selfish bastard," K said, and pulled the trigger.

There was a scream of sheer agony, followed by a thumping sound as Taki's body fell to the floor. K silently crawled out of one window and crept into another, his gun slung casually over his shoulder.

He laughed maniacally at the pool of blood coming out from under the studio door as he passed by. No one bothered to question him about his weapon as he exited the building, still laughing. After all it was K, the crazy had gotten used to him being armed with one dangerous object or other.

Back up in Studio 5, Taki Aizawa lay dying in a pool of his own blood. His last thought was of Shuichi and how he wished he'd never layed eyes on the little pink-haired pest.
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beta'd by StarrySky on gurabite. Sorry I've forgotten your account name .
so yeah thats one death down and 19 to go pehehehehehe i will get working soon
And remember kids: never let them take you alive

~AkiyaRae
.: Those Who Criticise Cannot Harm Those Who Create :.