{Soukoku One Shots}

Chapter 4 (part 2)

A/N: Same description as the one before just in a different POV

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[Chuuya's POV]

"You'll let me choose?" I spoke flatly, clear annoyance thick in my words. The man in front of me covered his mouth with his hand as if he was holding back a smile. How in the hell was that idiot laughing in a situation like this? I knew this man better than he probably knew himself, and one thing I knew for sure was that even in situations far better than this one, he had always been a paranoid mess about it. He had never been one fit for the things I got us into, too skittish and fearful of things that wouldn't happen. If he had only trusted me instead of predicting the worse and finally running when things became too hard for him, maybe we wouldn't be here now, trying to slip out of the invertible conditions we found ourselves in while surrounded in the pouring rain.

I caught myself glaring at his drenched self and he spoke again. "Yes," He said it softly and it was almost inaudible over the blaring of sirens and shouts, he finally fixed his gaze on the rain slicked weapon in his hand and his features went cold. "Something wrong with that?"

The way he spoke chilled me more than the constant pour of deadening rain, and I could only sigh leaning back against the dented up and destroyed side of the overturned car. I closed my eyes and dropped my hands in my lap, wet strands of hair fell into my face sticking to my cheeks and forehead, the barrel of the firearm in my hand scraped against the concrete. For once in my life I didn't have a plan, I dug desperately around in my head for something, anything, but no such luck.

A dreaded feeling washed over me, I had never felt something so real in my life, complete and utter panic brought me back into a reality I had never felt before. All at once thousands of thoughts came to mind all at once, I had never been so terrified in my life, and only now I realized no matter what happened now, I was not in control. Everything seemed useless now, and I suddenly began to regret any and all choices I had made.

       Maybe he had been right all along. I shifted my eyes from my lap to the man beside me, his face was twisted into something I couldn't quite make out and he looked like his head was a million miles from here. Is this what he felt like? Realization hit me so hard I felt dizzy, all those times I dragged him into countless crimes, is this how he felt? I couldn't help but get upset at myself. Why just now did I have to experience this and understand why he left, why couldn't I have realized it back then and changed with him? Maybe if I had we could have avoided this situation all together.

"We need to surrender." The words fell out of my mouth like bricks, I hadn't even realized what I had said until his head snapped up and his dark eyes were wide and staring at me. His mouth moved but nothing came out, he looked at me in about much disbelief as I felt, I nodded to not only convince him, but myself that what I was saying was true.

His head dipped down a bit nodding in response and his mouth closed. "Are you sure?" He asked softly and something in his words made it sound as if he was disappointed in what I had said, but I was positive this is what he had always wanted for me to realize when he had first left.

All I could do was laugh, I felt his eyes on me as my dead laugh echoed against the car we leaned against, this was all too ridiculous to be real but I knew it was. I shifted and dropped the object in hand, it hit the ground with a metallic thud and small splash, doing so made me feel as though I had dropped all the weight I had been carrying my whole life. The loud voices shouted at us with threats once again, and I finally stood up, from behind the car I cautiously took the steps I needed to reveal myself.

As soon as I did so, bright blinding lights flashed in my direction, shouts and screams echoed over the sirens and rain, dozens of cocked weapons turned towards me. But I didn't feel a single ounce of fear in my entire being, I only raised my hands up above my head, finally letting go of everything I had done. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him still staring at me, in utter shock. I almost laughed again, is this what you wanted me to realize? If I were him I would've done the same after everything I put us through, but that was all over, it was time for me to change this time.

"Come on," I yelled over the commotion, a small grin played on my lips now. "we don't have to do this anymore."

       The words seemed to snap him out of his shock and he looked at me once more before he slowly got up the same as I had done and moved to the other side of the car, his hands raised and stance still. A voice, I couldn't pinpoint from where, shouted at us to come forward slowly. Those steps were the easiest I had ever taken in my life, the rain, the sirens, nothing was there but a new start. I was still taking slow steps forward when I glanced over and saw that he hadn't moved yet, I wanted to tell him it was okay but then his eyes caught mine and he simply smiled.

He mouthed something to me, but I didn't see what it was, and the next second later everything seemed to stop. I saw his hand move and immediately felt every ounce of me shatter from the inside, out. His arm flew forward and in his hand he pulled the trigger a split second after other shots had already rung out in the street. The weapon struck the ground, followed by the thud of his body dropping onto the street and someone began to scream, no, I was screaming. The men surrounding me began to run towards us, and I ran to him.

Everything after was a blur, the men grabbing and yanking me away, my screaming and crying over their yells, and the last time ever seeing my partner, my friend, again. The way the crimson around him was washed away by the rain, so that anyone after would've never known what had happened that night, and the way his glassy eyes stared lifelessly back at me, forever etching into my mind and reminding me of what I could've done.