Black Knight ◇ Yuri On Ice

Ying vs Yang

Silvers costume^

"Nice work, come to mine, let's have pizza" Pichit says as if I have no choice.

"When have you ever seen me eat pizza?" My face twists at the thought of the awful cheap food as I step on my victim's chest to walk away from him. I had to drag him behind the arsenal gift shop and he is one fat man. He must of eaten teens as well as rape them.

"Alright; I'll make a prawn salad just for you but please come over, I'm such a loner in my huge ass house" Pichit whines. He makes a lot of money and spends even more so naturally he lives in Highgate, where all the houses are expensive and huge.

"Deal. But put a pizza near me and I'll burn it using chunks of you as coal"

"You're so good to me" he coos as he does whenever I threaten to kill him.

"Knight!" The mood changes then because that's not Pichit, it's Minako and she doesn't sound like she wants to join in with our plans.

"What is it M?" My face sets from the smile Pichit put on it.

"Silver has been sighted two blocks from Arsenal station, Amber wants you to take him down"

"She just became head this morning and she's already hitting the competition?" Pichit sounds a bewildered as I feel. This is completely unplanned. She wants me to go kill a master assassin just because he's a few minutes away. That's such an angry move. Even I, who knew and loved N the most, wouldn't do that.

"I'm relaying orders. That's all" Minako's voice seems agreeing. Amber is starting on the wrong foot if us three of all people are doubting her. Though, it's not like N never gave us questionable orders.

"I'll check it out" I reply as I run down the front stairs and around the corner, taking the street that leads to the station.

"Oh and If I get injured I'm going to your house Pichit. It's closer."

"Nothing will happen to you" his voice sounds pinched. He knows I'm not invincible, he knows who I'm about to face.

"You can never be too sure" I mumble under my breath, skidding to a stop when I realise I'm in front of a blue sign with Arsenal written in white capitals. He's not far now.

"He's close, seconds away from the corner in front of you" Pichits voice lowers, fitting the dark and tense atmosphere I'm surrounded by. Not skipping a beat, I quietly sprint to the edge of the wall and press myself against it, make myself part of it. I can hear his boots against the concrete, his pace hasn't decreased so it's likely he doesn't know I'm here. But that could just be a bluff, it's a trick of mine too.

Closer. I slip out my most powerful handgun.

Closer. My gloved index finger finds the trigger and rests there.

Close. Like lightning I whip around the corner and point the gun at his nose.

We both freeze then. Me holding him still with one black gun an him holding me in place with two silver ones. Pichit and Minako audibly gasp through the comm.

Finally I get to see the famous Silver mask to mask. He's definitely male, we got that right. He's taller than me. It's also evident that the rumors are true; what makes him so good is that he can handle weapons with equal dexterity in both hands. I can't tell by the way he holds the weapons, both grips straight and steady.

Our arms, mine sandwiched between his, fit like a perfect puzzle, like we were born to hold guns at each other. We both know that one wrong move means chaos for either one or both of us.