Post by Chouji on Oct 23, 2006 19:14:27 GMT -5
Okay this is a short idea or moment I'm thinking of using in my new Fanfic...so I wanna know if I should use this part or cut it out
Also in this part Russian Roulet is the game they are about to play. It's a plot to kill off a certain person. I made this fic an idea AU...so there is a reason they are setting the Russian Roulett game to be...more acurate at who dies.
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Shikamaru's clenched hand shook one last time before unclenching itself. Allowing two golden bullets to fall perfectly in place inside the cylinder. Several other tiny gold bullet shells fell limply from the hand missing the revolver's cylinder and clattering to the ground with a hollow clang that echoed in the silence of the area.
Nara Shikamaru let out a heavy sigh and closed the clyinder locking into place in the silver revolver with a snap and a click. His eyes stared blanlky at the gun with hoplessness etched on his lone face. Troublesome as it was there was nothing he could do and there was nothing that could be done to save his friend's life or fix the situation. Remorse filled his eyes and biting his lip Shikamaru gained the determination to look up once more to see his chubby friend staring at him.
"Yeah...we are gonna. We gotta play this game Chouji..." He muttered with a depressed note. Not bothering to explain to his pudgy friend why they had to play Russian Roulet he continued to talk "Besides. This way...in this game...I can join you" He let a small half smile flitter onto his face for a second before dissapearing.
"And?" Chouji asked urging his friend to continue.
"And...when you win Chouji. I'll be there..."
"And the butterflies?" Chouji questioned innocently with a tilt of his head.
"Yeah. Ino, Asuma, the butterflies, and I. We will all be there. And there won't be one person there who'll taunt you." Shikamaru replied as his voice faltered.
"So if I win...I get paradise?" Chouji muttered thoughtfully.
"Yeah...you could say that." Shikamaru drawled on looking away from his friend. "Yeah...it'll be heavenly...and you can't lose..." He sniffed and let his voice crumble. "So...you take the gun first."
"Okay." Chouji took the offered and loaded gun. Putting it to his temple as Shikamaru had shown him long earlier before he began to talk about paradise.
A click clack of the cylinder spinning worried Shikamaru. He clenched his eyes shut muttering a silent prayer he heard Chouji's index finger begin to gently push down on the trigger till it was fully pushed and then silence.
"Hey Shika it didn't--" Then the silence was broken, not by Chouji's unfinished statement but by the ringing gunshot and the silent squeak that came from the pudgy man's mouth.
Shikamaru turned his head and opened his eyes reluctantly to see Chouji Akimichi's body lung limply forward and the gun fall from his lifeless hand to join the ground causing the same clinging sound the bullet shells had made. Shikamaru let the stray tears that welled in his eyes go. Looking down at the red blood that seeped from his friend's forehead wound stain the wood of the floor he swallowed. "God bless..."
Shikamaru bent low and gently took up the gun. "Damn...life...so troublesome." He sniffed and wiped his eyes with the open hand. "I made a promise...I won't break it...for you Chouji...I'm coming." He put the revolver's head to his temple and took one last breath. "It's my turn..." He spun the cylinder and silently listened to the click-clack as it spun.Then it stopped pressing the trigger Shikamaru closed his eyes. He shut them but never opened them.
That night two bodies covered in blood, several gold bullet shells, and a pool of blood was found. But the motive seemed blurred as the blood leaked the secrets and truths nobody dared listen to.
Also in this part Russian Roulet is the game they are about to play. It's a plot to kill off a certain person. I made this fic an idea AU...so there is a reason they are setting the Russian Roulett game to be...more acurate at who dies.
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Shikamaru's clenched hand shook one last time before unclenching itself. Allowing two golden bullets to fall perfectly in place inside the cylinder. Several other tiny gold bullet shells fell limply from the hand missing the revolver's cylinder and clattering to the ground with a hollow clang that echoed in the silence of the area.
Nara Shikamaru let out a heavy sigh and closed the clyinder locking into place in the silver revolver with a snap and a click. His eyes stared blanlky at the gun with hoplessness etched on his lone face. Troublesome as it was there was nothing he could do and there was nothing that could be done to save his friend's life or fix the situation. Remorse filled his eyes and biting his lip Shikamaru gained the determination to look up once more to see his chubby friend staring at him.
"Yeah...we are gonna. We gotta play this game Chouji..." He muttered with a depressed note. Not bothering to explain to his pudgy friend why they had to play Russian Roulet he continued to talk "Besides. This way...in this game...I can join you" He let a small half smile flitter onto his face for a second before dissapearing.
"And?" Chouji asked urging his friend to continue.
"And...when you win Chouji. I'll be there..."
"And the butterflies?" Chouji questioned innocently with a tilt of his head.
"Yeah. Ino, Asuma, the butterflies, and I. We will all be there. And there won't be one person there who'll taunt you." Shikamaru replied as his voice faltered.
"So if I win...I get paradise?" Chouji muttered thoughtfully.
"Yeah...you could say that." Shikamaru drawled on looking away from his friend. "Yeah...it'll be heavenly...and you can't lose..." He sniffed and let his voice crumble. "So...you take the gun first."
"Okay." Chouji took the offered and loaded gun. Putting it to his temple as Shikamaru had shown him long earlier before he began to talk about paradise.
A click clack of the cylinder spinning worried Shikamaru. He clenched his eyes shut muttering a silent prayer he heard Chouji's index finger begin to gently push down on the trigger till it was fully pushed and then silence.
"Hey Shika it didn't--" Then the silence was broken, not by Chouji's unfinished statement but by the ringing gunshot and the silent squeak that came from the pudgy man's mouth.
Shikamaru turned his head and opened his eyes reluctantly to see Chouji Akimichi's body lung limply forward and the gun fall from his lifeless hand to join the ground causing the same clinging sound the bullet shells had made. Shikamaru let the stray tears that welled in his eyes go. Looking down at the red blood that seeped from his friend's forehead wound stain the wood of the floor he swallowed. "God bless..."
Shikamaru bent low and gently took up the gun. "Damn...life...so troublesome." He sniffed and wiped his eyes with the open hand. "I made a promise...I won't break it...for you Chouji...I'm coming." He put the revolver's head to his temple and took one last breath. "It's my turn..." He spun the cylinder and silently listened to the click-clack as it spun.Then it stopped pressing the trigger Shikamaru closed his eyes. He shut them but never opened them.
That night two bodies covered in blood, several gold bullet shells, and a pool of blood was found. But the motive seemed blurred as the blood leaked the secrets and truths nobody dared listen to.
