A/N: Hey there, not really in the mood to update other stories recently but this little idea suddenly pops up so might as well write a little drabble dedicated to the raccoon twins haha~ R&R! :3 and Enjoy :)

This was the second time we burgled Flippy's house, despite clearly realizing this soldier was tainted with a psychotic mind.

I don't know what got into our heads.

We always had such a tendency to blunder and get tangled in a series of misfortune.

I began stealing when I was fifteen. I was compelled to follow my brother, Shifty.

Just because he is older than me.

By three damn minutes.

At that time, we were simply withdrawn from this society. We were fed up with school and conventions, rules and morals, virtues and conscience and all.

We thought naively that perhaps some adventures would do.

Some thriller and indecency could make our life flourish and bloom better.

After all, we were never good at studying.

Our choice was always wrong. The path we picked always led us to our doom.

But we did enjoy the way we were living.

Presumptuous, vain, reckless.

The soldier caught us red-handed. He was exasperated.

His sanity snapped the moment we attempted to shoot him.

He snatched our guns in a second flat. We couldn't compete with him at all.

He was well-trained. We weren't. We were just two inept, frivolous idiots trying to get rich fast.

He was invincible in his hysteria.

And so we dropped our sacks and returned the valuables to him. We beseeched him to let us go.

Of course, his mania was something else. He said he wanted to play a game with us before he released us.

I shot Shifty a fretful look. He gulped and glimpsed me. We were cowering in one corner, our fingers intertwined.

Oh wait, when did we start holding hands and clinging to each other?

This never happened before.
Usually, my brother was more agile than me. He always got a bit more luck and bought himself sufficient time to survive for a while before getting caught again. We often split our paths at the first sight of peril.

I would always be the first one to be captured. And I would always watch my brother scoot away before my eyes.

It was rather unusual that we were still staying with each other.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't flee and abandon me this time.

"What I'm going to play is a little mind game." Flippy smirked, licking his blade in anticipation.

Well, whatever it is, shoot it.

"What…game?" Shifty stuttered. I had never seen him this petrified hand was trembling and beads of sweats were dribbling down his forehead.

Maybe I was a little bit calmer than usual.

Because Shifty is here beside me.

"What you're going to do is, write down the name of the person you want to save, either your name or the other one's name." The soldier explained. "The two of you can't peek at each other's answer. If the names written on both pieces of papers are the same, the person whose name is marked will be free to go. And the other one will have to die."

"Huh?" We gasped, not entirely astounded. This guy was sick in the head. We were actually expecting something even more gruesome and heinous.

Anyway, he separated us and gave us each a little piece of creased paper.

Fair enough.

We exchanged a swift, anxious glance. My brother's face was a pallid as the sheet itself. I guessed…I looked pretty much the same.

We tried to make some gestures with our eyes but soon enough our plan was intercepted by Flippy standing in between us.

I sighed and pondered hard.

I supposed…there was no other option then.

"F-Flippy...?" I heard Shifty's voice quaver on the other side of the room. "What happens if the names we write down are different?"

The soldier chuckled and turned to ogle my brother jubilantly. "I thought you could catch the hint."

So…if by chance we wrote down each other's name, we would both end up getting slaughtered.

Geez, what kind of revolting game is this?

But that should not be worried because I knew my brother would definitely write down his own name. He would absolutely opt for himself.

He is a selfish bastard.

Still, if my sacrifice could save his life, maybe having one of us escape was not at all a bad idea.

He's going to repay me someday.

I giggled and wrote- "Shifty."

I wondered what my death this time would be.

Personally, I preferred being shot in the head.

"Ha…Hahahaha."

A sudden laughter erupted in the room. We both gawked at Flippy as he read what we wrote. He turned to Shifty and grinned.

Thank goodness. Guess he really did write down his own name.

But then…

He wrapped his hand around my brother's throat and hoisted him up. Without another word, he plunged his bowie knife into his heart, twisting the handle several times making sure the blade delved deep enough. He then spun around and snickered at me. He pointed his pistol at me and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

My life ceased.

It turns out that that Shifty didn't write down his name.

He wrote down mine.

I collapsed to the floor and reached out for Shifty's hand. I hooked my fingers around his. His face was painted a shade of crimson.

For some reason, I felt contented.

Just by looking at his scribbled writing on that piece of crumpled paper.

It says…

"Lifty. Please let Lifty go."

xXx

The Aftermath:

Shifty: This is ridiculous (A_A) I will never want to save him.

Lifty: But you wrote down my name :):):)

Shifty: That's because I thought you would write down your own name! I didn't know you would…actually want to save me instead.

Lifty: Liar. You just want us dead together. How romantic~ :p

Shifty: No! :S

Lifty: But I'm flattered~ heheh :3

Shifty: Shut up.

Lifty: Yay~ You're blushing :3:3:3

Shifty: Shut the fuck up. What's the use of discussing this anyway? We both died! :'( Let's plan our next heist!