Author's Note: Instead of starting (re-doing) another story, I've decided to do drabbles! All of these will be OC x character. I will be taking requests! If you would like to request a drabble, just tell me in a review or PM and I will start on it as soon as I can. In the request I need:

Name of Character (which character you want the OC paired with)

Genre (Angst, Romance, Comedy, etc.)

You may request as many as you like, but please keep in mind that other people may be requesting as well! Thank you for listening and enjoy the first drabble!

Requested by: Valoja (Check out her stories. They are amazing!)

Pairing: OC x Mikoto

Genre: Angst

Title: Shot in the Heart

I stared at the object in my hands, slowly turning it over and over in my pale hands. Was it really worth it? Would I really go through with it this time? The numerous attempts I had made on I life had been halted by the sudden desire to continue living my pitiful life. The shaking hands had stopped on their own, refusing to listen to the demands of my brain screaming in anger to move, just move and get it over with. I wasn't exactly fond of pain and wanted the end to be over quickly. That's why, this time, I had borrowed, or actually stole, a gun from one of my friends. No one else needed to know what fate would unfold in this abandoned alleyway. Sure, some would hear the gunshot, a few may even call the police, but it would be too late.

The deed would be done.

Releasing the safety on the handgun, I was startled to see the door next to me open. A stranger stepped out, a cigarette being placed between his lips in a familiar way. Before he could see what I was doing, I hid the deadly weapon behind my back, silently hoping he would go back inside. With a small sigh, his golden eyes trailed over me lazily, making me feel as though he was peeling back every layer of skin I had to reveal my very soul. I shifted uncomfortably, lowering my head to hide my face behind the curtain of hair. There was another sigh, as though the stranger was shrugging off a burden of some sort. Taking me by surprise, the gun was jerked from the hands behind my back and I let out a shout of anger.

"Hey! Give that back!"

The look in his eyes stopped the words in my throat from coming up any more. One eyebrow was raised challengingly at me, like he dared me to try to take back the gun. Biting my lip, I switched my gaze to the ground below.

"I wasn't really… going to do it, you know," I mumbled, biting my lip in nervousness. Was he going to report me? A suicidal young woman, prepared to leave the life that was just too boring to continue living? Instead of pulling out a cell phone and calling the police like a normal person would do, he simply let out a sigh for the third time and handed the gun back to me.

"Do as you want," he grumbled, holding the cancer stick between his thumb and forefinger. He blew out a thin stream of smoke between his lips. "Just make sure you don't regret it." The yellow eyes flickered back to mine for the briefest of moments before he placed the cigarette in his mouth again and went back inside. His words echoed in my head, resounding repeatedly.

"Make sure I don't regret it, huh," I murmured, clicking the safety back into its place. The soft sound seemed many times louder than it should have been. My heart slowed from its erratic pounding, knowing it would continue to beat for another day.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave a request and a review. I look forward to reading them!