I've decided to just finish this off with the last five words that I've gotten. I don't think that I'm going to continue with this after that unless I get some brilliant idea or something. This may just end up being my dumping ground for KaiShin fic ideas, but I don't know.
Anyway, sorry for the super long hiatus! I've gotten caught up in the wonderful world of Sterek and fanfiction alike, and well, yeah... *sighs*
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#34: Test
It's a test, and they both know it. That fact has been ingrained in their minds for as long as they can remember. They never forget it. They must succeed or risk death and exile.
Despite that, even with their guns pointed at each other's heads, they can't bear to pull their respective triggers. Shinichi can feel the tremors beginning, the gun shaking in his hands. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip. Kaito's eyes follow the movement, fingers twitching.
The silence is deafening and choking. It's not a pure silence. The sounds of the city nightlife echo in the background, filling what they can't bear to destroy.
"Do we-" Kaito begins, then cuts himself off. It's not a matter of whether or not they have to. There's no option. He tries to laugh, but it comes out as a bitter rasp. "Do you remember, in that book, where the two ended up attempting double suicide to rebel against authority?"
Shinichi doesn't respond, but his shoulder relaxes minutely, eyes softening.
Their eyes do all the talking for them. They don't need the words. They've been partners long enough, although they weren't able to communicate efficiently until only a few years ago. The agreement is made; their fates are sealed.
The triggers are pulled.
Shadows watch as brain matter splatter against the cold concrete and two bodies fall in tandem, hitting the floor with dull thuds. There are heavy sigh, mourning the loss of useful assassins. Two workers have been lost, but they can be replaced.
Two lives have been extinguished, never to light again.