I've changed up the style of writing a bit for this one. I went with the second person style. This style has always been appealing to me, however I never write long pieces in it for the plain and simple fact that I would mess up. But this came out rather well I think. So tell me how you liked it at the end, ne?
Russian Roulette
By: Jaylonni Love
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
You wait, watching as he spins the barrel of the gun. The eerie silence that hangs over you and him is fitting for this situation.
"Close your eyes," his baritone voice hits your ears, "Sometimes it helps."
You close your eyes – taking his advice. And silently you wait. Wait for that moment when he pulls the trigger. That moment when you may possibly meet your untimely death.
It's a scary thought – you dying at such a young age because of a thrill. But you are an adrenaline junky. The thought of what could possibly be excites you in a strange, sadistic way. It excites you so much that you begin to hyperventilate; the anxiety of the moment the trigger is pulled eating at you.
You let out a breath, calming your nerves. You need to relax. The moment is upon you.
He stares at you, waiting, watching, making sure you're ready before he speaks, "Shall I?"
Those two simple words send chills running up your spin but you nod. You nod and brace yourself as you hear the barrel spin one more time for good measure. Your hands clutch at the arm rests of your chair. Your eyes squeeze shut; tight, not letting in any traces of the dim light that surrounds you.
He cocks the gun back and you tense. You're scared. You're terrified actually.
"Relax," he says; his voice is soft to your ears. "I've done this many times."
But you can't relax despite what he is telling you. Because in that moment, that second you realize something scary; he's still alive and this means he has not lost a single game he has played in the past.
You want to run far away, to leave this game and never look back. You want to back out but you can't; you're too far into the game now to give up.
"Brace yourself," he speaks; his breaths soft, slow, steady.
You take in another breath. You're ready. You want to get this over with. You want to end this horrible game.
"I'm going to fire," he speaks softly and you nod.
He squeezes the trigger.
Bang.
Your eyes open, relief washing over both of your faces. He fired a blank. You get to live.
"Don't ever ask me to do that again," he says softly as he casts the gun aside. "Because I won't. And if you try to coax someone else into doing it for you, I'll lock you in a closet and never let you out."
You nod, you've had your fun. This isn't an experience you want to be put through ever again, "I've already felt the adrenaline rush that comes with this." You lick your dried lips as you look up into his pale eyes; amber clashing with the milky abyss. "You don't have to worry about me ever trying this again, Neji."
Neji smiles as he reaches across the table, his hand extended to you for you to take. You do, letting your small hand rest in his larger one. "Good, because I was serious about locking you in that closet."
You laugh, a laugh that sounds like bells, "I know you were. And I was serious when I said that I never want to try this again. I was lucky this time. If there were a next time, the results may not have been the same. This is a game of chance. My luck could run out at any time. I wouldn't want to put you through that."
"That is why I gave up playing this game years ago," he admits to you. "To spare your heart of the possible loss that it could bring. So when you asked me to do this for you, I was hesitant. However you have a way of getting what you want unfortunately, and I conceded."
You smile, it is a bright smile and you give his hand a light squeeze, "Because you love me."
He grunts, nodding his head, "Hn."
"I love you too."
The declaration hangs in the air, easing what remains of tension that was still present. And you both relax. Because you're safe. And that is how you will stay.
Song: Russian Roulette
Artist: Rihanna
Album: Rated R