I suggest assassins. Rival assassins if need be, but the urge to assassinate whoever the target is will be overcome by love. Kaprikorn- Ancient Storm Lord
Trigger
If anything, he liked all out shoot outs. You didn't really know who you were shooting at, and even less who you actually hit. What that meant was there was a general, strong, always accepted excuse. It was dark. He didn't know. It could have been anyone. Well, until it was all over and all was identified He liked forming alliances in his group, having people to back him up and knowing exactly who he could rely on. Sure, more people may have been pointing their guns his way, but at least he wasn't alone.
Now, he was alone. It was one on one, and he knew who he was shooting. The girl, cocky as she was, didn't bother hiding her hair. Red and bright and sticking out, even in the darkness. He was lucky enough to have the camouflage built in, with his dark hair and tanned skin, and his affinity for dark blue clothes, all of which vanish quickly in the dark. Still, she knew what they were doing. She chose that yellow shirt and red suspenders and the shorts short enough so that far too much of her pale skin nearly glowed. She was asking to get shot, honestly. She was just asking for it.
His whole arm trembled as her raised the gun, looking down at the girl. Her face met his, and she smiled. She actually smile. She had the nicest smile, and the nerve she had to smile so lightly at a time like this, when you had to look your enemy in the eye and pull the trigger. He was fifteen, and she was pretty and smart, and, dammit, as much as he hated to admit it, she was even sexy. She wasn't overly curvy and she was tall and thin but he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't-
There was a beep, and a sudden dimness all around him, followed by loud, gleeful laughter as Misty bounced around below, ducking for cover in case she's misjudged the time. She hadn't, of course. They both had watched that glowed in the dark, and they would find a place not too lit with glowing paint and black lights above to check it before rushing back into the fray. They knew the time exactly, and a moment later, her gun charged down as well, and they scrambled out, Ash rushing ahead to check his score first, though knowing what the news would be.
"I should start making you put money on this," she taunted, the smell of arcade pizza wafting up from down stairs, and the dinging, yelling, laughing sounds that came from the little machines all around them nearly drowning out her voice. She spoke louder, effortlessly, and topped the noise: "You know, I bet I'd be filthy rich by know."
"It's not like it means anything," Ash fumed, wandering up as the man handed him a paper with his stats and the name Pokemstr at the top. It said second for sure, and he crumpled it up, avoiding her smirk. "It's only Laser Tag."
I'm sorry it's short and that it's been too weeks! It's been crazy busy around here, and the only thing I can update is a drabble collection because I've written them all and I can just copy and paste.
Hopefully, I can get the next update out quicker, but it'll definitely be longer. Go ahead and keep suggesting cliches, thank you for reading and even reviewing, and I hope you all know what Laser Tag is.