A/N:

I know this pairing is really. . . not a thing (despite how much I'd like it to be), but hey, if you're already here, I implore you give it a chance!

Summary: "I've never had the urge to stick a gun down a girl's mouth until now."

Her golden locks flowed freely out of the helmet; honestly, she didn't care if she got paint in it. Sure, her hair made it easier for the enemies to spot her, but Lily deemed it as something that enhanced the experience of the game. It gave her a certain adrenaline rush, more so than usual, knowing that perhaps she had a larger target on her back than others. She kept her head low and eyes wide open, her fingers clenched and ready to pull the trigger on her paintball gun if need be.

It was a simple elimination game with the players split into two teams. One hit and you're out; last team standing wins.

Lily had already managed to mark three people and she was definitely not going to let herself get shot now.

Just as she was thinking that, she felt someone grab her arm. Startled, her gun fell out of her hands. She cursed under her breath. To make matters worse, her assailant kicked it off to the side and out of grabbing range. The next thing she knew, she felt the end of a rifle pressed against her temple. "What the hell!" Lily exclaimed.

"Scream and I'll shoot," a low voice threatened. Her eyes darted towards the perpetrator; the paintball mask he wore prevented her from identifying the man. Lily didn't recognize his voice, either. This person definitely wasn't one of her friends. Her friend's friend, then? What kind of people were they associating themselves with?

The man pulled her close to his body, his free arm wrapping around her neck. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs, trying to escape from his clutches. It was ultimately unsuccessful in the end; surprisingly, though, his grip didn't hurt her. Still, she didn't want to be in this position at all, considering his paintball marker was uncomfortably close to her head. "Headshots ain't allowed, asshole," Lily muttered.

Disregarding her comment, her captor started walking. She struggled to keep up with his pace. "Seriously—like, what is this?" Lily demanded.

"What?" he drawled. "If I got you, I can easily win this. Your team's not going to want to shoot you, are they, Goldilocks?"

"It's Lily," she informed him instinctively.

"Don't care, Goldilocks."

Now that he mentioned it, though, Lily realized that this man kept her in front as he moved, while trying to keep his back against walls, trees and whatever else could provide cover.

"This is so fucking stupid," she grumbled. "Shithead, it ain't gonna work. What the hell's wrong with you? Like, what the fuck."

"Wow, I've never had the urge to stick a gun down a girl's mouth until now," he muttered, pushing the end of his gun against the side of her head again.

"I'm sure you've never had the chance to stick anything down a girl's mouth before," Lily scoffed.

"No, I'm just too much of a gentleman."

She shouted, "You were just threatening to shove a fucking gun in my mouth!"

"But I didn't actually, did I?" he replied.

"Then by that logic, I must be a perfect lady 'cause I'm not kicking you in the balls right now!"

"Maybe I'd agree if you did something about your language."

"Fuck you," she hissed. "My team's gonna shoot you to oblivion."

"Not without hitting you too, they aren't," he pointed out.

Lily huffed, "Don't care. As long as you don't win, I'm good."

"Except I'm not going to lose."

"Wanna bet?" she exclaimed impulsively.

"No."

"What are you, chicken?" she taunted childishly, resisting the urge to stick her tongue out as she spoke.

"What are you, five?" he returned swiftly.

Ignoring him, Lily continued, "Money is always a good bet. But I'd prefer to do something a little more interesting, y'know?"

"No."

"Huh, my mind is blanking. Let's say money for now. We could change it later?" she suggested.

"If I said yes, would you shut up?" the man grumbled.

She would've shrugged her shoulders if she could. So she opted for a drawn-out, "Maaaybe" instead.

"Fine, whatever, yes," he complied.

Lily grinned. Keeping her mouth shut, she happily adhered to his conditions. There was no way that he could win the bet. He was not making it out of this game unscathed, oh no. At least this way, she was going to get something out of it.

She wasn't sure how long they were together for, but it was certainly a while. Long enough for him to shoot four of her teammates, much to her chagrin. It seemed that his plan was actually working; some of her teammates were startled to see her with the enemy. Even if they were not on point for just a second, it was still long enough for her captor to mark them.

Just then, he pulled her to the side and behind a tree. Raising his paintball gun, he pulled the trigger once. He landed a direct hit on his target's chest with only one hand. There goes number five.

"Huh, you're actually kinda really good," Lily complimented slowly.

He was silent for a moment before asking, "Is this what they call Stockholm syndrome?"

"It's called, 'flattery is supposed to get you everywhere,'" she muttered. "And I'd like to not be in your arms right now, y'know?"

"Consider yourself lucky, Goldilocks; I've got tons of girls lining up, wanting to be in my arms."

"Your mom doesn't count," she sneered.

"No, but yours certainly does."

Lily immediately opened her mouth to retort, then closed it almost as quickly. She couldn't think of a good comeback. She grimaced; well played. Not unexpected though, since she had started the whole "your mom" thing in the first place. Still, she wasn't happy that he had gotten the last word.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of several paint splats. She peered at her captor from the corner of her eyes. Someone must've shot him from behind while he had his guard down temporarily.

Pulling away from him swiftly, Lily ran, not even trying in the slightest to contain her laughter.

After all that was said and done, her team had won. Unfortunately, Lily hadn't made it unscathed to the end. Which wasn't surprising in the least, considering the fact that she was running around weaponless. She exited the forest grounds where the game was held, chatting with a couple of her teammates. "Awesome game, guys!" the girl praised, giving them a thumbs up. It certainly was one of the most interesting games she had participated in, at the very least.

Taking her helmet off, Lily ran her fingers through her now-freed hair. Felt good.

"Hey, Goldilocks."

Lily turned her head towards the sound of the voice. The sound of her (ex-)captor's voice.

He held onto his mask loosely with his right hand, left arm relaxed. His silver-grey hair was pulled up in a short ponytail and his eyes were a piercing, crimson red.

It pained her to even think it, but damn, he was quite attractive. She wasn't exactly sure how much of this was attributed to the banter they shared or his actual appearance, though. Admittedly, the time they spent was pretty entertaining. It had ignited a certain something in her stomach too—something Lily deemed as disgust and nausea from his annoyance at first, but now she wasn't so sure anymore.

"It's Lily," she reiterated. She crossed her arms under her chest, looking at him expectantly.

He was quiet for a moment before saying, "I'm Dell?"

Lily shook her head. "No. I mean, you lost."

"I know. That's why I'm talking to you," he replied irritatedly.

She blinked. Ah, she didn't think that he'd actually go through with the bet in the end, especially since he didn't win. He hardly seemed like the type, considering he had held her hostage.

"I'm insulted," he muttered.

"What? I didn't even say anything!" she exclaimed.

"No, but your face says everything," Dell answered. "I'm a man of my word, just so you know."

"All right, sure." She paused for a moment, thinking. Slowly, Lily continued, "You lost, so you're taking me out to dinner, Dell," she demanded; free food was always good, right? She watched him through narrowed eyes, examining his facial expression. It hardly changed; no, wait, he seemed almost amused.

"A date?" he repeated, eyebrows raised. "Doesn't seem like much of a loss."

She flashed him a toothy grin. "Wait until you see how much I eat."

"Oh, how flattering."

"You really don't seem like the type to care if a girl eats a lot," Lily observed.

"I don't, but I care about my money," he answered simply, the edges of his lips quirking up ever so slightly, almost like he didn't really want to smile—but he certainly couldn't hide the smile she saw in his eyes.

She laughed in return.

It'd certainly be an interesting story to tell, at the very least—"We first met when he was holding me hostage during a game of paintball."

A/N:

What is proper development? orz

I don't know where this idea came from; it's incredibly silly, but I kinda enjoyed writing it. So I hope you enjoyed reading it too? Maybe?