Yoite One-Shot

I Made A Thing

A long slender finger moved to point at the centre of my head. My gaze slowly drifted to the thin arm attached to it, up to the shoulder, and finally to the boy's face. His bright blue eyes took me by surprise. I couldn't stop staring at how brilliant and serious they looked. Dark black hair hung around and in front of those beautiful eyes.

His head tilted down, causing my focus to move to the cap now covering his eyes. The distraction gone, I was able to realize how I had been staring. Oh well...too late to fix now, I suppose.

"Is this an E.T thing? Because its quite rude to point, you know," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Have I been chosen or something? That's be pretty cool, better than the lion king."

The boy didn't say anything. The air grew tenser and I couldn't help but take a step away from the threatening looking finger. "Don't move, or you'll end up dead," his quiet voice mumbled.

A laugh burst from my mouth, not startling the boy in the least. He looked so blank, it was as if he had meant what he said. "Now that's not right... You can't kill the chosen one! It'll make for a very boring story if the heroine dies at the beginning. But, if it's completely necessary, I suppose you can go ahead and kill me." I verbalized, only slightly joking.

This was the thrill I had been looking for today when I came to the mall. It had been shutdown about a week ago, but being the procrastinator I am, I hadn't gotten the things out that my boss had asked for. Look how well procrastinating works out. Some dude, whom I've never before seen, is threatening to kill me, with an intimidating finger.

Turning to walk away, I decided instead to spin back on my heel, facing the boy again and holding up my index finger. "I do warn you. My family may want to sue, but don't let that hold you back from murder. I'd help you out with lawyers, and maybe even argue on your behalf, but I can't do that very well dead. So maybe only kill me temporarily?" So maybe I might have a deep subconscious death wish, but I'm actually finding this quite thrilling.

The boy lowered his finger just as a blond man ran in, a head band tied around his hair and a gun in hand. There was blood splattered all over him and a smirk on his face. "Yoite! Are ya going to kill her?!" He shouted, running over to the two of us. The blue-eyed boy, whom Blondie called Yoite, began to walk away. "She's a surface worlder, isn't she?" Blondie questioned after Yoite, shaking his head back and forth. Raising his gun to replace where Yoite's finger had been, Blondie smiled. "Why don't cha run along before I shoot you?"

I grinned, feeling a new burst of adrenaline. "Surface worlder? Are you from the center of the earth or something? Is it warm there?" Taking a step closer, I adjusted the gun to the point in the exact centre of my forehead. "If you're going to shoot, do it." My voice was deadly calm as I spread my arms wide and closed my eyes. "Do it already, but make it swift. I'm not very akin to pain."

Blondie cocked the gun after several seconds, making me squint an eye open. "Good. I thought I was going to have to follow you center-of-the-world people home in order to get shot."

Out of the corner of my line of vision, I saw Yoite stop at the door, looking back to his blond friend. The man holding the gun seemed to realize this too, and rolled his eyes. "Surface worlders have no brains."

"Look who's talking," I quipped, curious to see if he'd replace the gun to my face.

Looking me directly in the eyes, he spoke, "You're going to get killed one day because of your stupidity."

My mocking smirk widened into a full on, 100% smile. "I look forward to that day. It'll certainly be worth the thrill."