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“Refuse?”
There’s no ceremony to the way he reaches into his jacket or in removing his handgun from its holster, or in the way he pulls back the hammer in the same movement. It’s smooth, fluid, practiced.
The muzzle finds it’s target and barely gets a moment’s rest before he pulls the trigger. bullet aimed for Kyoutani’s shoulder (his left shoulder, his off-hand; no use in making it impossible for him to work).
His hand moves, just slightly, aiming the muzzle towards the younger man’s heart.
“Want to try again, Kentarou?”
It was only when he had spoken out loud that he noticed his mistake. Eyes widened a bit, in a brief expression of shock as the gun was pulled out. The gun shot echoes in the room and Kyoutani cries out in pain as his shoulder is pierced by the bullet. Stumbling he falls onto his knees, holding his bleeding shoulder, his face constricted with an expression of immense pain.
Shuddering breaths of air are exhaled and inhaled. A pain filled glare was sent at the leader. Defiant, even if there’s a shudder that runs through him at the use of his name.
Kyoutani grit his teeth. It was either being in conflict with himself, his needs and wants, or death. Death that he was now facing. But he was for once doing what he felt was right, what was not set in stone, which was not an order he had to obey. For once he felt like he did the right choice, an attempt to keep Kouji safe.
“I--”
He starts, lowering his hand from the wound. Both arms now limp next to him. Blood soaked his shirt, running down his arm and slowly creating a pool on the floor.
It was a good decision, he mused, as pain kept pulsing through him. When he’s not there, the pup would have a better chance. Maybe it was selfish. Maybe he should have thought it through again. But right now, this is what he wanted.
“--refuse.”
