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Background: Terrorist attack.
Author's notes: Make your choice.
Keitaro Urashima. Mysterious.
Urashima boarded the plane. Today was his first trip to America, together with a good friend of his, Seta Noriyasu. As he settled comfortably into his seat, he thought about his current circumstances. First, he had taken a break from his duties at the dorm without informing the residents. Not good. Secondly, he had fallen asleep during his entrance exam. Double ouch. Lastly, he was going to America on Seta's money. WHAM! Keitaro's mental self got smashed in the face with a sledgehammer. Man, it hurt his pride to think that he was living of a friend. However, now was not the time to think about his various mistakes. He sighed and waited for take off.
The plane slowly taxied onto the runway. Urashima looked outside, and saw the scenery outside blurring. He thought of a funny song.
"I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know if I'll be back again…"
A smile cracked on his lips. His normal stoic expression shattered for a moment, as he grinned.
Seta had fallen asleep, and he was getting drowsy himself, when suddenly a man next to Seta brought out a gun and yelled, "DON'T MOVE!". On the other end, another person did the same. Suddenly, terrified screams came from somewhere up front, and before long, the whole plane was filled with the voices of a few hundred people screaming. One of the terrorists shot somebody next to him, who unfortunately happened to be Seta, in an attempt to regain control of the hysterical crowd. Urashima saw his friend's eyes snap open in morbid realization, his body slumping into his chair as he lost control of his body, his handsome face wasted as his life sped away. Urashima stared in horror, riveted at the bloody body of his recently deceased friend. His eyes burned.
Silence reigned for a moment, before the cries of a baby who had been awoken by the noise knocked everyone out of their stupor. Instantly, the crowd started going into hysterics again, completely forgetting what had happened when this last happened. Suddenly, the screaming in the front stopped. Silence reigned again when the people behind didn't hear any more screams coming from the front. The baby continued crying, and Urashima saw the terrorist raise his gun, aiming for the baby. Something burned within him, and all of a sudden he was scanning the area and forming plans on how to take down the terrorist closest to him before another innocent life was lost.
"What is happening to me", questioned Urashima when he realized what he was doing. He knew. The terrorist was currently standing with his back facing him, and the other terrorist, whom he assumed was to be keeping his eye on any movement to disarm the other fellow, was currently busy talking into a microphone. Therefore, the first terrorist was completely open to any attack from behind. With a mighty heave, Urashima grabbed onto the back of his chair and lunged for the terrorist, and succeeded in lifting himself in the direction of the enemy. However, the other had spotted him, and the other man fired a shot at him, which unfortunately, hit him in the side.
Urashima roared in pain and landed onto the floor. Struggling, he turned over and saw the person he had been lunging for turn around and look at him with a maniacal grin on his face.
"So, trying to be the hero eh?"
The man gave off a deep, booming laugh, before grabbing Urashima by the collar and heaving him off the floor.
Big mistake.
With a speed and dexterity he never knew he had, Urashima shot his hand out and grabbed the man's wrist on the hand which held the gun, and twisted the it till the hand released the gun. The victim yelled in pain, and released his hold on Urashima. Urashima fell to the floor, got up quickly and kicked the man in the stomach. The man fell. Urashima diverted his attention to the terrorist's partner, and saw that in the midst of the struggle, several daring men had hopped onto him, and the other man was currently being mobbed.
Urashima turned back, and pointed the gun at the man's head. The man stared back at him, not a trace of fear in his gaze. Urashima saw in his eyes that he was willing to die for his god, and he knew that the man would not die with regret at his actions today. Urashima felt a decision come on.
Should he shoot the man?