The redhead turned around slowly and looked at Oishi; his eyes were almost as red as his hair, and his cheeks were stained with tears. He was smiling, despite the look of absolute sorrow on his face. There was a gun in his hands, which was where Oishi's eyes were currently focused. "Eiji, please...just...put the gun down..."
Instead of placing it aside, Eiji raised the gun and placed the barrel lightly against his head. He was still smiling, and Oishi was sure he'd never been more frightened in his life. "I'm sorry, Oishi, nya...I'll always love you..."
"Please...Eiji, I'm begging, don't do---"
"When you remember me," Eiji continued, running over Oishi's plea, "make sure I'm happy, okay? I don't want to be sad."
"Eiji!"
"Bye."
The gun finally dropped to the floor, though now Eiji was falling along with it. Red, a few shades darker than his hair, began to pool around his head. Oishi stumbled forward and collapsed beside Eiji, and he gathered the limp form of his doubles partner into his arms. Oishi was shaking him, pleading with him to wake up, but the words fell on forever deaf ears.
Trembling hands reached for the discarded gun, and Oishi picked it up gingerly, his gaze wandering back and forth between it and Eiji. A shaky breath left Oishi as he lifted the gun and placed the end, still warm from the previous shot, against his head. He closed his eyes and remembered Eiji. He remembered smiling Eiji, laughing Eiji, playing Eiji, just as his partner had requested. Oishi laid a quivering finger on the trigger and took a deep breath. On the count of three...
One... Two...
Click.