A/C: Prompt from imagineyourotp on Tumblr.

Imagine your OTP pointing guns at each other, tears in their eyes, because they're both commissioned to kill.


Ishimaru couldn't stop his hands from shaking as he aimed the gun at his friend; at his brother. He could already feel the tears pricking at his eyes as he stared down the barrel of the gun into the eyes of his best friend.

No.

He wouldn't be able to… He couldn't do this…

On the contrary, Oowada was staring at him with a rather determined look on his face. Ishimaru swallowed nervously, a droplet of sweat trickling down the side of his face. It looked as if the other was serious about this; serious about killing him. But then again, Ishimaru couldn't help but admit that it wasn't that surprising. After all, the other was a super high school level gang leader, despite Ishimaru not really believing that Oowada would ever be able to pull the trigger on him. People were unpredictable, weren't they?

Ishimaru fidgeted nervously. He could feel eyes watching him. And he knew that those eyes belonged to Monobear. It was that damn bear that had put them up to this, after all. If only… If only they'd been able to share a normal high school life together, rather than being trapped in a despairing situation such as this.

The more the seconds ticked by, the more Ishimaru's hands shook as he clutched one of the two guns that Monobear had so kindly provided. Well, actually, the seconds felt more like hours, dragging out so that Ishimaru couldn't tell how long they'd been stuck in this position.

Ishimaru was waiting, just waiting for the sound of a bang to resonate from the opposite side and pain to race through him.

But that didn't happen. And the longer the time stretched, the more Ishimaru's hands shook.

Eventually Ishimaru just completely gave up on the gun, taking in a ragged breath as he just dropped it to the floor, the sound of the impact resonating throughout the quiet halls of Kibougamine. He then squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the sound that would announce his fate.

This would be it. This would be where the despair would end: with him keeling backwards from a bullet in the chest.

And then it happened. A loud bang resonated throughout the area, and Ishimaru braced himself for the impact, praying it would go clean and he could die without too much pain; praying that he could die without cursing his brother for having killed him.

It took him a few minutes to suddenly realise that there was, in fact, no pain. He cracked open his eyes, and the sight that greeted him made him stumble back a few steps.

This… couldn't be happening…

He could feel himself dash forward, every thump his feet made on the ground sending a shudder throughout his body.

Oowada lying in a growing pool of his own blood, gushing out from a bullet wound in his head.

No…

Ishimaru choked back a sob… Or maybe it might've come out as a scream…?

No

Ishimaru skidded on his knees as he finally reached Oowada's side.

No… No no NO

Guilt—-… No… Not guilt… Despair flowed through Ishimaru as he slowly grabbed onto his friend's lifeless body.

How could he have ever thought his brother would ever shoot him.