Empathy ; Komahina Oneshots

Bang, Bang

His heartbeat palpitated, beating wildly as he stared down the barrel. A mocking grin tugged at his face, the cold metal against his forehead comforting. His eyes stared at the others, taunting. His eyes screamed do it. This fear was simply thrilling, and nothing could compare to such a euphoric feeling. Not like he was having. This was something far different then pointing it yourself; this put the burden in someone else's hand, and whether they would pull it was completely in their control. He was at their mercy, and the thrill of the unknown enticed him. The thrill of if they'd pull the trigger or not-simply their call-was exciting. Everything was on the line for you, and it all up to them to make the choice. Whether you lived or died. The feeling was electric.

Do it! Pull the trigger! His mind screamed, eyes echoing the notion. This drive, the rush, was absolutely pleasurable.

Then the cold, metal barrel went down his forehead, to the tip of his nose, all the way down to his mouth. His lips could taste the metallic round. He complied and opened his mouth for the barrel, taking his hands and guiding it into his mouth. His teeth clashed with the metal, but it didn't faze him.

Pull the damned trigger. This is my fantasy, so prove to me everything. Pull. The. Damn. Trigger!

His eyes glimmered with satisfaction as his tongue danced, licking around the barrel. He was begging on his hands and knees for this. This fleeting moment of such bliss. His fingers wrapped around the trigger, lightly squeezing the tan ones. His fingers pulled.

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The vibration sent him spiraling into pleasure, but it was soon ruined as the barrel was yanked out of his mouth. The moment of satisfaction and pleasure was soon shredded and replaced with confusion. His eyes drifted, disappointed. "Aww," he gently spoke, shoulders sagging.

"W-What the hell was that? Komaeda-"

"Hinata-kun, why didn't you let Kamukura-kun finish?" He whined, crossing his arms.

"You wanted that?!"

"Of course! It's all trash like myself is good for."

That wasn't it. That wasn't the only reason. But he knew he couldn't hide it, or even that the other already knew.

"My heart scares you, but a gun doesn't?"

His body tensed; he quickly pushed himself upwards, gun in hand. He pointed it at the other, flinging it upwards as if he'd actually taken a shot. "Bang," He said. "Bang, bang." The glare of the other made him chuckle. "Why so serious, Hinata-kun?" He pressed the gun to his own forehead, chuckling. He tapped the cold barrel against his temple. "Learn to lighten up a bit! You'd live a happier life that way." He smiled.

"I want to be happy Komaeda. And I'm happy with you, but not like this."

"But Hinata-kun~" He purred, "You don't like the real me!"

"I do. But I don't like this."

Suddenly an idea popped into his head; a grin grew on his face. "Say, why don't we play a game of Russian Roulette? It'd be fun, huh?"

"No." He stated sharply.

His smile was like a loaded gun; poised, ready to fire. Ready to penetrate his victim in any way and paralyze them under his touch. A purr emitted from his throat, approaching the male. His finger traced the tan cheek while his other hand, gun close, was placed to their white button up. "Lets test your luck, shall we? Prove yourself to me."

I don't know. I just made this on a whim when I had decent inspiration. And I guess it's inspired by Joker and Harley Quinn?? I mean I did use some of their lines so.

Also I want to thank some people that have been following me for like a year. Like when I started out XD when I had no clue as to what I was doing. Plus they're big inspirations of mine so

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Thank you for following me for so long and supporting me.