Major Tags: Violence, Gore (hands) Other Tags: manami (with a gun) Word Count: 452
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Toudou was not the one who taught Manami to cut their deeds, their motions, or their world, down to nothing. However, it was Toudou who gave them the chance.
Doubashi used fists. Izumida used knives. Kuroda planned. Ashikiba used wire.
Manami fell asleep in open windows and waited.
"What would you do if anyone ever got the drop on you?" someone once asked.
They smiled. "That'd be interesting."
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The thing about Teshima is that he was persistent. That was about it. They enjoyed that. It meant the game wouldn't end too quickly. It meant there was the specter of actually having to try. Maybe Toudou would tell them not to toy with prey. Their teacher wasn't here. They didn't have to care.
His aim got worse the more he bled out.
"If you run now, you might be able to make it to the street!" they call out. "I might not hit you from there! Too many civilians."
"And risk getting arrested?" The words come out between shoddy breaths, desperate and sharp. "I'm not as stupid as you seem to think I am."
"Oh, I don't think you're stupid, Teshima!" They grin as another bullet ricochets. Their ears ring and they wonder if his are ruptured. "But being stubborn isn't what they call a virtue."
"Hakone's got a different kind of view than us!"
They hum. "I'm sure that's why you're the one backed into a corner."
His gun clicks empty in the moment before his gasp, and they're up. Flying in smooth steps, and sliding to a stop in socks. Always quieter that way.
"You did a good job," they say. "But you should have taken my advice."
"I'm sure," he spits between a grin and a grimace.
"You're the one who said you threw away your hope," they murmur. "How could I just let you go after that?"
Fifteen feet away. They don't close the distance before they pull the trigger.
And in a moment.
Their hand explodes.
Or not their hand - fingers, first, bone cracking even beneath their skin, and blood splattering out faster than stone can catch it. They're too aware of his face. The look of dawning realization overthrowing the disgust, and in that, Manami realizes it was their gun. Just bad luck.
In the moment before the pain hits, and their knees smash into the ground, unbroken skin burning up to their face. Manami doesn't yell. Blood washes through their mouth from how hard they bite their tongue, but they do not yell, and they do not raise their head.
He's already running. Teshima's dropped his gun, and they're quick to pick it up with their unbroken hand, and quicker to follow. Whether they drop doesn't matter, as long as he drops first.
FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, T
Other Tags: manami (with a gun)
Word Count: 452
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Toudou was not the one who taught Manami to cut their deeds, their motions, or their world, down to nothing. However, it was Toudou who gave them the chance.
Doubashi used fists. Izumida used knives. Kuroda planned. Ashikiba used wire.
Manami fell asleep in open windows and waited.
"What would you do if anyone ever got the drop on you?" someone once asked.
They smiled. "That'd be interesting."
---
The thing about Teshima is that he was persistent. That was about it. They enjoyed that. It meant the game wouldn't end too quickly. It meant there was the specter of actually having to try. Maybe Toudou would tell them not to toy with prey. Their teacher wasn't here. They didn't have to care.
His aim got worse the more he bled out.
"If you run now, you might be able to make it to the street!" they call out. "I might not hit you from there! Too many civilians."
"And risk getting arrested?" The words come out between shoddy breaths, desperate and sharp. "I'm not as stupid as you seem to think I am."
"Oh, I don't think you're stupid, Teshima!" They grin as another bullet ricochets. Their ears ring and they wonder if his are ruptured. "But being stubborn isn't what they call a virtue."
"Hakone's got a different kind of view than us!"
They hum. "I'm sure that's why you're the one backed into a corner."
His gun clicks empty in the moment before his gasp, and they're up. Flying in smooth steps, and sliding to a stop in socks. Always quieter that way.
"You did a good job," they say. "But you should have taken my advice."
"I'm sure," he spits between a grin and a grimace.
"You're the one who said you threw away your hope," they murmur. "How could I just let you go after that?"
Fifteen feet away. They don't close the distance before they pull the trigger.
And in a moment.
Their hand explodes.
Or not their hand - fingers, first, bone cracking even beneath their skin, and blood splattering out faster than stone can catch it. They're too aware of his face. The look of dawning realization overthrowing the disgust, and in that, Manami realizes it was their gun. Just bad luck.
In the moment before the pain hits, and their knees smash into the ground, unbroken skin burning up to their face. Manami doesn't yell. Blood washes through their mouth from how hard they bite their tongue, but they do not yell, and they do not raise their head.
He's already running. Teshima's dropped his gun, and they're quick to pick it up with their unbroken hand, and quicker to follow. Whether they drop doesn't matter, as long as he drops first.