(A/N: Shortest fic ever. Features Skeed (Baten Kaitos) and Yazoo (Advent Children).)
There were maybe ten, maybe fifteen feet between them. Both stood with one foot forward, one arm extended – one finger curled around a trigger. Two sets of eyes glittered with malice, coldness; brown refused to break contact with green (or green refused to break contact with brown?).One shifted his foot. There was a click.
Wind whistled.
Bang.
Two shots fired. Neither man fell.
Skeed chuckled. "You're a good shot." Drip.
Yazoo smirked. "You missed."
