Authoress Notes: Sigh god knows when Abuse is going to be updated, I have managed to back myself into a plot corner, I'm so so sorry! I'm going to try to write a drabble a month in the small hope it will make my pathetic writing better. So here comes drabble number one! Set in between the rain battle and the storm battle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!! God stupid disclaimer you've managed to depress me… I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!
----
Gokudera stared at the smug, grinning blonde boy in front of him, attempting to push down the anger burbling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to lash out and kick the stupid crutch from under him and watch as he hit the ground, but something in the back of his mind assured him that doing such would officially label him a sore loser. So he controlled himself.
"What do you want psychopath?"
The blonde boy's grin grew and he shrugged. Gokudera gritted his teeth in annoyance; the fucking freak had some nerve, pulling him away from the rain battle for this apparently pointless meeting.
"Well if you don't know then I'm going! The tenth needs me."
The silver bomber turned on his heel, however Bel's hand shot out and clasped around the other boys wrist before he could leave. Turning back around to look at the blonde, Gokudera raised an eyebrow. The others grin had disappeared and he was looking over the bomber with a quizzical expression.
"Why didn't you kill me?" The blonde asked bluntly turning his head to the side, "I would have killed you."
Gokudera tried to shake his wrist free of the others grasp, but Bel's hand just tightened in response. The teen sighed heavily.
"I would have killed you if I got the opportunity." Gokudera snarled, "Now let. Me. Go!" he growled emphasizing each word with a tug of his arm.
"Li-ar~! You could have killed me, in the library."
The temperamental boy stared at Bel blankly, so they other decided to continue.
"When we were rolling around, you could have just taken one of your pretty little bombs and shoved it down my throat. Then BOOM goes my head!" Bel's voice held to much manic glee for a boy describing his own gory demise.
"I wish I could do that now!" Gokudera spat.
"But why didn't you do it then?"
Gokudera looked the blonde over carefully. On the other boy was tall, and thin, almost gangly looking. His skin was pale and despite his strength he looked like someone could snap him in half with almost no effort involved. He was cruel and ruthless and could not understand kindness or pity, and therefore he would never truly understand Gokudera's reason for sparing his life. No to him, the bombers inability to kill him would just be seen as softness, and that really wasn't what it was.
Taking in a big breath the silver haired teen finally wrenched his wrist from the others grasp.
"Guess I just didn't see the opening." He shrugged, leaving behind a confused prince.
-----
Authoress Note: Ahhh shit, I never fail to disappoint myself… I WILL GET BETTER WITH MY DYING WILL!! Hee hee, I should probably do some actual homework now! Buh-Bye please give me criticism or reviews :)