Murai: This one is based off of Rihanna's song Russian Roulette. So I guess you can all it a song-fic. I meant for the main character to be Ryoma, but somehow, it doesn't seem like him. It's more like Eiji.
I don't know where this came from, or why I wrote it. :/
"Take a breathe, take it deep. Calm yourself," he says to me. I breathe in and out, fast. He smiles to me from the other side. "If you play, you play for keeps. Just take the gun and count to three."
I take a gulp and grab the gun slowly, feeling perspiration heavy on my brow. The dim light around the makeshift poker table makes the setting around us eerie. The thought of what I am about to do scares me, and I guess it shows. 'No time to think,' I think to myself. 'My turn to go.'
He lays a hand on mine, and his cerulean eyes bare into my darker ones. "Say a prayer to yourself. Close your eyes, sometimes it helps." He smiles a dry smile and leans back in his chair. My eyes widen as a thought ran through my mind.
'If he's here, that means he's never lost.'
I let go of the gun and cover my eyes, watching the scenes of my life pass by. Growing up, meeting the team, becoming Oishi's partner. All the matches won, all the matches lost. The poeple I've met, the one's that are gone. The troubles I've faced, the one's I've overcome.
I take my hands away from my eyes and lace them through my hair. 'Will I ever see another sunrise?' I look to the window. A dark blanket shrouded the earth. 'No body will be able to say goodbye.'
I shake my head and reach for the gun again. "Too late to think of the valure of my life," I think aloud.
I feel my heart beating. I swear he could hear it thorugh my chest. 'I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving.'
"No. I must pass this test." I say again.
He looked at me and said, "So just pull the trigger."
I put it to my head and pulled the trigger.