Six consecutive shots echoed through the empty range. Clicking followed shortly after, along with a clack as an empty magazine fell to the floor.

A new magazine set and locked, the hands turned off the safety and shot six more consecutive shots.

The hands moved to eject the magazine again but a hand on his head stopped him, "Alright kid, get out of here."

I stopped, catching the empty magazine with my hand, turning towards the culprit, "Nakamura Oji-san." I greeted.

He glared at my choice of words but just nudged me towards the door to the front of the shop, "Your dad is here to pick you up, get going."

I glowered at him, but followed his orders. I pulled off my headphones and goggles and put them behind the counter, seeing my father at the door.

He grinned seeing me, "Mamo-kun, let's get going."

I nodded and we bid Nakamura Oji-san goodbye, before heading towards a familiar sushi shop.

"Where are you going after school Mamoru?" Akaya asked as he picked up his bag, "With tennis practice canceled and all." he explained, seeing my curious expression.

I glanced at the pouring sky and picked up my umbrella, "I was planning to get a hot drink before going to the range," I answered nonchalantly, picking up my bag as well.

Akaya and I headed out the door, "Range?" he asked confused, as we headed down the stairs.

I rubbed the back of my head, "Er, yeah. A shooting range." I elaborated.

He stared at me with a blank expression, "You know how to shoot a gun?"

I nodded noncommittally, taking my outdoors shoes out of my locker, "Uh yeah, I've been shooting for a few years now."

"Really?!" Akaya asked, excitement bursting up out of him, "Can I come and watch?"

I rubbed the back of my head, "I mean that's out of my jurisdiction Akaya-"

"Please!" Akaya whined, "Pretty please?!"

I sighed as I saw the puppy dog expression on his face, "Fine."

Akaya watched from a bit behind me as I shot six consecutive shots at the target, his eyes sparkling the whole time.

I wheeled the human shaped target in and took it off the hook, "Tadah," I showed off with a hint of amusement in my voice, "How about that Akaya?"

Akaya's face was filled with enthusiasm, "You're so good Mamoru!" he said in awe, running his hand over the bullet holes in the paper.

"Well of course he is, the brat's been here since he could hold a gun properly," a familiar aged voice called out behind us.

I glanced back and took my headphones off, "Shouldn't you be at the counter Nakamura Oji-san?" I asked dismissively.

A rough hand noogied the top of my head, making me groan as I pushed the man away, "Business is slow brat," he turned to Akaya, "You must be the brat's first friend, Kirihara Akaya." he greeted, "I'm Nakamura, I own the place."

Akaya glanced at me, "First friend?"

I glared at Nakamura, "Don't listen to him, come on, I'll give you a quick rundown on the weapons Oji-san has." I avoided the subject, grabbing Akaya's wrist.

"Wait Mamoru-"

Nakamura watched the two boys go and glanced at the discarded used target with bullets only hitting non-fatal points of the body.

Nakamura chuckled to himself, remembering when he saw the numerous pages of head shots and chest shots shoved into the recycling bin nearby, "Didn't want to scare the first away huh?"

Akaya love!