OK, I lied when I proclaimed my fics were short due to major ingredients lacking. This one got El in it, but it's still short. Looks like I'm doomed to write vingetts.
Disclaimer: Rodrigez, please don't make Sands shoot me. I know he's yours. And plz don't shoot me for spelling your name wrong...
Sands New Mission
No no no, El. Balance restoring is so last year! Sands said, sticking a cigarette in his mouth. However... Raising and twirling he snapped off two shots, hitting a nearby stranger, with one bullet for each eye.
I haven't put it down completely, he admitted and beckoned El to get up. Though... Sands pushed El in front of him; to lead the way. It's more on a... personal level now. El looked back at the wounded man; he was clutching his face and uttering some incomprehensible syllabics, clearly shocked.
The guy is still living?
Sands tilted his head back, blowing down smoke.
El heaved an exasperated sight, asking patiencetly, but annoyed: Why is he still living? The sun forced him to squint as they stepped out into the broad daylight.
Sands faced El, producing the gun, aiming at him. At his right eye, to be precise. Sands smiled madly, his voice eager and enthusiastic. It's a soft air-gun.
Not giving a shit about El's blankness, Sands elaborated: El, please. Think a bit. I can't kill; it won't be balance if the fuckers die while I blind them
-Sands pulled the trigger-
…will it now?
A/N Yeah, I know, I haven't marked the speaking parts. Experimenting...