AN: Just for you, Brea.
Bang.
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Kimishima cleaned his pistol with the same tender care a mother would give her child. The silver barrel gleamed in the sunlight as he continued to polish the flawless weapon.
Kimishima loaded the gun with cautious, steady hands, his fingertips whispering over the pristine metal. After his finished loading the pistol, Kimishima raised it and aimed, checking the sight and his accuracy.
"Hey Kimishima!" The voice jarred Kimishima and in his surprise his finger slipped…
A resounding blast echoed through the valley. Then a single panicked, choking voice broke the silence.
"It…It fucking burns! I-I'm bleeding!"
The realization of what Kimishima had done hit him instantly. He took a few wobbling steps toward Kazuma, who lay shaking and moaning on the ground in a pool of his own crimson blood. His eyes dilated as he stared forward at the gruesome sight in front of him. He dropped the pistol and reached out with his hand, but then everything went dark.
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