Your Hand In Mine
I really want to do it. There's no reason I shouldn't, I mean, look at me? I'm a freaking God and they go and do this to me, to us? Who the hell do they think they are? And coming in between us, oh, now that's gonna cost em. He said they'd already taken care of Kubo-chan, like hell, and if they did, they're all gonna die very painfully. I'm not as cruel as he can be, I don't think I could drag things on, but I can do a lot of damage to them before they leave here, oh yeah I could.
This guy though, he's gonna die first. Not so strong without your shinny toy here, are ya pal? Stupid fag, playing like you know him, know us? What's with you all? Why does everyone think he's just gonna roll out on me? I told that bitch and I'll tell you too, everything that belongs to him belongs to me, so shut the fuck up and deal!
I'm so cold...the blood and sweat keeps dripping into my eyes, making it hard to see and making my hand all sticky and now the damn gun's shaking; frigin' thing, why can't I pull the damn trigger, I want to, I really do, but until I know...man, why the hell won't he answer his phone?! Damn it all!
"Tokito..." his voice is low and rough, like he'd been crying a long time. Fuck! What's wrong with me, I totally couldn't feel him come up behind me. But he's here now, that's all that matters. He's so close, his chest lightly touching me every time he breathes; his arm brushes mine as his hand slips around...now we both have the gun and I can feel his anger, his glasses shine in the flickering light and as one our fingers tighten slightly...
BANG!!
One glowing casing leaps from the chamber, metal tinkling across the concrete floor; one less asshole in the world to bother us. One more day we're alive...together.