Note: Hello. So here's another song inspired one. This one is Russian Roulette by Rihanna. Just wanna say now, do NOT ever play Russian roulette. Not worth it. Ever. Don't do it. And now here's a very short little story that I've written and deleted like three times. Hope you guys like it. I will admit my very first edition of it was much better, so I apologize for not being able to share that.
Russian Roulette
Sasuke open the door to his brother's room and freezes. Itachi's usual group of friends are on the floor in a circle. In the center of that circle is a gun. Dark eyes watch as Itachi gestures for him to join, a smirk giving him a challenge. As if daring him to refuse. He doesn't want to disappoint and so joins in.
Itachi's voice flows through the room. "Take a breath, slow and deep." All eyes watch the youngest breathe in deeply. "Calm yourself." Once again a deep breath is taken, shoulders roll in an attempt to relax. "You understand that if you play, you play for keeps?" Sasuke nods. "Well then, take the gun and count to three."
Sasuke takes the gun held out to him, quietly wondering where they got it. Sweat breaks out on his temple and his movements have seemed to have slowed down. As if he is moving through tar. But there is no time to think. It's his turn to show his worth, his heart pounding so hard that he is sure everyone can see it beating through his chest.
Itachi's lips continue to be in that smirk. "Are you scared?"
Sasuke swallows and with a quick thought decides to tell the truth. "I'm terrified." He locks eyes with Itachi. "But I'm going to do it."
Itachi nods with perhaps a flash of pride. "Close your eyes, sometimes it helps."
A scary thought suddenly shoots through Sasuke at those words. How many times have they played this game? How many times has Itachi survived? Is this something they do often? Because if it is, then he being here means he's never lost. Sasuke's life flashes before his eyes, rather short and uneventful. He's now wondering if this will be the end? So many won't get the chance to say goodbye. What about mom and dad? His friends? His eyes narrow. "Doesn't matter. It's time."
All he can do is pull the trigger.
BANG!
"Good job, otouto."
Note: Hope you guys liked this vague ending. Did he die? Is he alive? Who knows? Been discovering that a lot of songs have been inspiring me lately. Would anyone be interested in me making a collection of them? Never done that before and I know not everyone likes it. The other stories would probably be longer and a bit more detailed. If you guys are interested that is. Give me some chatter and let me know.