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My second entry for 30 kisses. Am so addicted.

K i s s
By Alexis C.

Keeping things bottled up inside of him was not something Schuldig ever did. His aggression and his anger needed an outlet and so when he saw that familiar blonde standing on the sidewalk amongst the thronging crowd and staring up at the empty sky, he knew he had his next target.

Ice cold was the only word Schuldig could think of to describe the other killer as he forced Yohji back against the glass panel of some shop window and let his tongue slide over Yohji's frozen lips. "There isn't anything more you can do that can hurt me," he whispered, with empty hollow eyes and Schuldig knew that it was true.

Strong was the urge to wrap his finger round the metallic trigger, press the slim nozzle to the other man's head and tug. But Schuldig liked his victims begging and his victims crying. Yohji was neither of these and so he stayed his hand for someone who had a heart worth breaking and a soul worth stealing.

Subtlety was not his strongest suite, but Schuldig knew death when it was a bullet lodged in his abdomen, tiny, cruel, merciless. "You should have killed me when you had the chance," he said softly, as the gun dangled limply in his hands and pooling red stained his boots. Schuldig traced the curve of Yohji's features with fingers that trembled and smiled as his blood mingled with moisture. He'd finally found a way to hurt him.

The End.