36 Bullets

Yuki's straightened red hair touched the mink fur on her shoulders as a grim beam of sunset landed on her face. She wasn't wearing her green contacts, so her natural dark brown eyes stared harshly at him.

Her red-painted lips tried to smile viciously, but her gun-holding hand trembled slightly.

"I knew you'd stay here, you fucking pig," she cursed arrogantly, but her typically high voice sounded strained.

"Well, you are smarter than you get credit for," Natsuo sneered.

"I believe you talked to Jiro," Yuki said, taking a deep breath and lifting her chin.

"I did."

"So did I. He left me," Yuki moaned bitterly in a raw voice.

A half-smile tugged at Natsuo's lips as he shook his head in disapproval.

"Okay, I take my statement back."

"It's just... I love him so much. Ever since we were children, I knew that he was the love of my life," Yuki sighed, without lowering her aim.