Characters: Ryo, Dee, OMC.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Ryo needs all his sharpshooter skills this time.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Grip’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ryo’s hands were perfectly steady, clasped around the pistol’s grip as he sighted along the barrel; he couldn’t afford to miss this time. The gun pulled to the left, but that was okay; now that he knew, he could compensate.
Taking careful aim, he fired off eight shots in quick succession, emptying the magazine. Every shot hit its mark and eight metal ducks fell. Quickly reloading, he repeated the process and another eight ducks went down, all in less than a minute.
The unlit cigar fell from the stall-owner’s lips as his mouth dropped open, and the queue of people waiting their turns broke into spontaneous applause.
“Nice shooting,” Dee said with a grin, clapping his partner on the shoulder. “Looks like you win.”
Shaking his head, the stall-owner handed over a large fluffy duck. “Never seen anyone do that so fast in all my years,” he admitted.
“It’s not so hard when you know how,” Ryo replied, smiling. Tucking the duck under his arm, he and Dee strolled away from the stall and continued along the midway.
“Why’d you want to win a duck anyway?” Dee asked curiously.
“No idea. Guess I just wanted to see if I could.”