Strange little tid-bit of strangeness that popped into my mind and had to be shared with the world. I seriously have no idea what this is supposed to be, where it would be going, or why in the world it even formed in my brain.

I suppose this is a one-shot, but it's kind of in that 'What the fuck, is this even a story?' category. Oh, what the hell. Just read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

His hand tightened around the grip of the gun's handle. His finger slid to wrap itself around the pistol's trigger. Crimson irises seemed to gleam in the dim light as his arm lifted slowly, coming to a stop when it was pointed directly in the center of the girl's forehead. A jagged smirk broke out across his face when she didn't even flinch. We'll see how long she can hold that emotionless facade.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right now." The voice that flowed from his lips was deep and raspy. His finger tensed around the trigger, prepared to pull back and take the helpless brat's life.

Much to his surprise, the girl began to laugh. Her emerald eyes seemed to light up with a twisted sense of joy. Her ash blonde hair, pulled into twin pigtails, bounced with her as she nearly doubled over laughing. She genuinely sounded happy. The thought caused the white haired boy to tense a bit. The smirk fell from his face, replaced by a look of outrage.

"What the hell is so funny?" He growled in frustration. "Don't think I won't shoot, dammit!"

Her laughter died down, as did the little spark in her eyes. She righted herself, plastering that same emotionless look upon her beautiful face once more. Her voice came out in a dull monotone, "Fire away." Her viridian eyes bore into his scarlet ones, "You'll only be doing me a favor."

The boy's eyes widened at the sincerity of her tone. She was waiting patiently for him to kill her, arms folded behind her back with such nonchalance that he wondered if she was held at gunpoint regularly. He cautiously lowered his arm, pointing the pistol down towards the ground, though his finger remained on the trigger. Her expression, or lack-there-of, didn't change in the slightest.

He studied her curiously. Upon closer inspection, she seemed to be about his age. Her eyes were a deep color of green that he had never seen before. He searched them, only then realizing how broken this girl actually was. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest. He had to tear his gaze away from her emerald irises, looking the rest of her over. Her white button-up shirt hung loosely around her thin frame, overlapping her red and black plaid skirt. Her legs seemed to stretch on for miles. The dim street light gave her pale skin a sort of glow, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed before.

"Well, go on." Her voice broke a bit, and he could tell it was taking everything in her power to choke back sobs. "Finish what you've started."

He turned his gaze away from her, staring intensely at the ground. He couldn't kill her now, even if he wanted to. His arm wasn't obeying his command to just give the girl her damn wish already and move the fuck on. He thought about seeing the life fade from those deep forest green eyes and something inside him ached. He let out a sigh, quickly coming up with a satisfying plan. A smirk crossed his features as he looked back at her.

"I'm afraid this game is no fun if you want to die, Sweetheart." His voice was rich and taunting, "But I can't just let you go after what you've witnessed here tonight."

Her facade was beginning to break. Her fists clenched at her sides as she glared into the boy's scarlet orbs. Angry tears glistened in her eyes, threatening to spill and roll down her cheeks. "So what are you waiting for? Kill me already!"

"I'm not going to kill you." He stated plainly.

She fidgetted with her fingers in an attempt to occupy herself and keep from releasing the tears clouding her vision. "Then what are you still doing here?" She whispered.

"You didn't allow me to finish." She met his gaze once more, confusion written all over her features. "I'm going to keep you."

Her eyes widened in genuine shock. No, she certainly wasn't expecting that out of the handsome white haired boy that had previously had her at gunpoint. The boy's smirk widened at her reaction, showing off his shark-like teeth. The girl let her head fall, blonde bangs falling over her emerald eyes. The boy watched as a tear fell and collided with the hard ground.

He took a cautious step towards her, gauging her reaction to make sure she wouldn't try and run away. He was pleased to see that she didn't attempt any movement beyond grinding her teeth together. He figured it safe to proceed and closed what little of a gap there was between the two.

He saw that her eyes were being blocked by her pesky bangs and let a frown settle on his lips. A finger slid itself beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him and meet his gaze. Yes, that was much better. A single tear slid down her pale cheek. He used his thumb to wipe it away, giving the girl the closest thing to a gentle smile he could muster.

"We had better get going." He whispered, minty breath tickling her lips. "After all, it is a school night."

Oooookay, that was strange. I think that might be one of the weirdest pieces I've written. Tell me whether or not this should stay as a one-shot. I kinda like how it turned out, but there's also possibility to continue in the future. Anyways, please review! It makes me happy inside.