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[top_black_spy]

Who: Black and White
When: 7pm tonight
Where: Black's place
Rating: R
Warnings: Language and Violence (as always with them) AND Character Death. (Yup)
Summary: White agrees to meet with Black, arguing and violence ensues, one of the boys bites the dust. (If I told you who, you wouldn't read it, now would you.)

Black waited impatiently for seven o'clock

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[betterthanblack]

The streets were dark, as always, but still White snuck around corners and held close to walls. Black was planning something, he was sure of it. Why else would the dark spy be so intviting? Certainly his rival had not completely changed his view on life since coming here.

The gun under his coat dug into his rib cage, reminding him he wasn't alone in this litte foray. No doubt Black would also be armed. He had said "civilly" but how long would that last? Would it even begin? Traps aren't exactly civil and White felt sure he was walking toward one.

Pausing momentarily across the street from Black's new home, he scanned the dwelling. The dark spy's shadow could be seeing pacing from the window. "Nervous?" White thought aloud. Quitely, he snuck around to the back of the house and slipped into the bedroom window.

[top_black_spy]

An almost inaudible noise caught Black's attention, tearing him from his thoughts. Instinctively he drew his gun and headed toward the origin of the sound. He aimed with an educated guess at where the intruder might be as he opened the door.

The white suit stood out in the otherwise dingy and dark room. "White. You could have just used the front door, you know." He huffed as he lowered his weapon, but he didn't put it away, not yet.

[betterthanblack]

White had drawn his gun as soon as he heard Black's approach from the hall. It was nice to see the familiar scene: the two of them pointing loaded weapons at one another. Black had lowered his weapon, White did not. He also made note that Black did not holster his gun. Crafty devil.

"Front door? That is a truly amature mistake. It's likely wired with explosives. I've fallen for that one only once before." White shifted his weight while keeping his gun on Black's heart. "I thought you said we were going to be civil and already you've turned a gun on me. I told you what would happen should this be a trick."

[top_black_spy]

White looked magnificent in all his annoyance with his gun trained on Black. Black made sure to take note of the sight before him. But now was no time to comment on such things. White felt threatened and that had not been his intent.

Black holstered his gun slowly so as not to look as though he were about to try something. He also held his hands up for a second as a show of submission. He knew what White was aiming at just as he knew he'd be dead in seconds if he tried anything.

"Calm down. I thought you were an intruder or something. Put your gun away."

[betterthanblack]

"But I am an intruder. I broke into your home. Aren't you going to shoot me?" As he spoke he cocked his gun. Could he ever be civil with Black? The flow of the evening was showing him he could not.

[top_black_spy]

Black scoffed at his rival's words. "You're not an intruder, I invited you. And no, I have no intentions of shooting you tonight. I said we'd be civil, remember?"

He hoped against foolish hope that things would go smoothly tonight. He had spoken to Rufus about possibly employing White. If things could go toward a more amiable relationship then working together would be much easier.

[betterthanblack]

White arched an eyebrow. "No intention of shooting me? Fine, how do you plan to kill me tonight Black? Come now, let's not keep secrets. I know this is a trap. What is it? Disappointed that I didn't use your rigged front door?"

He could shoot the irresponsible bastard right now if he wanted. He could be done with this whole ridiculous situation in less than ten seconds. But he was curious. What was his old rival up to?

[top_black_spy]

Black wanted to pistol whip the man aiming at him. Why couldn't he just accept that there was no ill will tonight? Maybe White had been right all along. They were, and forever would be, feuding spies.

Such a thought would have crushed a lesser man. He took a deep breath and drew his gun quickly, aiming at White's head. "Fine. You want to make this like old times? I can do that for you. The front door isn't rigged. It hasn't been since Elena and Marri found my place. I had no intent to kill tonight. But if that's how you wish to do things, so be it."

Playing games had always tried Black's patients. On top of that fact, he was almost a little hurt by White's utter distrust of him. "Is this how you'd rather do things?"

[betterthanblack]

He watched as Black made the swift move for his gun, he knew exactly where Black had aimed. Headshot. A calling card of the rival spy. How many dead White Nation agents had he seeing murdered this way? Too many. He was a bit shocked that Black was actually willing to draw on him. Even though a little surprised, White didn't faulter.

"I knew you intended to try something. Fine. We can play as such. Now, what is your intention for the evening?"

[top_black_spy]

Anger burned in Black's face, the heat spread out over his cheeks. One squeeze and White would be gone, at least for a little while. Maybe he'd forget all about that goddamned coma when he came back.

"My intentions? I told you what I had planned, but you seem unable to accept that. And now I suppose you've proven your point. We can't break from our old ways. You're so goddamn difficult, White. Don't you know what you're throwing away?

Black ground his teeth together, anger rising within. Damn his short temper. And damn his rival for being so fucking stupid.

[betterthanblack]

Rage coursed through White at the last sentence from the man in front of him. He clentched his jaw and pulled his aim up to Black's shoulder. As soon as he was satisfied with his new target, he pulled the trigger. A round went straight through the other spy's shoulder and into the wall behind him.

"Do I know what I'm throwing away?! Black, do you have any clue as to how ridiculous that sounds to me? Did you have any idea what you were throwing away when you beat me into a coma? And now you want me to start over just because you say so? Fuck you, Black. We're spies, rivals for crying out loud! I believed, at one time, that we could get around that, that we could be normal people with normal lives. I was wrong."

[top_black_spy]

The shot took Black by surprise causing him to drop to one knee. His hand instinctively clamped over the bleeding wound. He let out a frustrated growl.

"You can't let anything go, can you? I'll never be able to redeem myself from that one. Well, go on, kill me. You've wounded me, finish it. Maybe when I come back I will have forgotten all about you." He snarled out his words. He didn't care at this point if he died or not. Maybe dying would even prove helpful. He had tons of memories he'd like to forget.

[betterthanblack]

In the flash of an eye White moved his gun to the other shoulder and pulled the trigger.

"How does it feel Black? Are you shocked? Betrayed? Upset that I shot you without proper cause? Of course I can't 'let it go'. Would you let such go as if nothing happened? Say yes and I'll tell you you're a damned dirty liar. Need I remind you of that little vendetta you held for that Red Nation agent? It took them days to clean up that mess once you got a hold of him. And honestly Black, this is a bit more sever than some nobody agent who sucker punched you and ran off."

Slowly White moved his aim to the center of Black's chest.

[top_black_spy]

Black sank to his knees, resting his weight on his calves. His hand dropped from the first wound as pain ran rampant through his upper body. His eyes went to the floor in front of him.

"Kill me, White. Do it. Or do you like the spine for such a task?" He provoked White in hopes of being shot. He wanted to be dead now. The thoughts and feelings White was digging up, he didn't want to deal with them any more.

"You've gone this far, finish the deed. A real spy never leaves their mark alive."

[betterthanblack]

He doesn't think I'll do it, that fool. White gave a slight nod and pulled the trigger a third time. He watched as the round tore into Black's chest, watch the red rush out. Never before had he held such mixed feelings for a target. On one hand, he finally put an end to his rival, even if it was just temporary. The flip side of that was that he wasn't so sure killing Black made him any better than the other.

[top_black_spy]

Black slumped backward onto the wall behind him. He didn't make an effort to move. The life was draining out of him with each thud of his heart. He looked up at White who seemed to be fighting a few demons of his own.

"That damned coma, it was the only thing about us I have ever regretted."