Gun Control

ÿþ"Action!" Haruhi shouted in to her rolled up paper megaphone.

A time traveling combat maid waitress dressed Mikuru ran out on to the playground and shouted unmenacingly at the alien mage Yuki. Mikuru raised her twin desert eagles and even though they were just plastic toys, she seemed hesitant to fire.

"Cut!" Haruhi shouted. Kyon sighing loudly as he stopped filming for the umpteenth time. "Mikuru, how are you going to save the world like that? You need to be more heroic."

"I'm trying." Mikuru whined.

"Here." Haruhi ushered the young starlet over to her director's chair. "I want you to point your gun at me and say, stop, or I'll shoot."

"Ssss stop,,, or I'll." Mikuru stuttered.

"You're not even trying." Haruhi groaned. "Here, give me one of the guns."

Mikuru handed her a gun and before she knew what happened, Haruhi flipped it around and shot her in the leg. For a cheap plastic toy, the BBs stung pretty hard and Mikuru was hoping up and down in pain.

"What was that for?" Mikuru whimpered.

"Make me stop." Haruhi shot her again, this time in the stomach.

"What?" Mikuru whined.

Haruhi popped her again. "I said, point that gun at me and make me stop."

Mikuru looked nervous. She raised up her gun, but Haruhi shot her in the arm, making her drop it. "Quit it."

"Make me." Haruhi grinned.

Mikuru picked it back up and pointed it at Haruhi, the gun shaking in her hand. "Please stop... they're starting to hurt."

"Then do something about it." Haruhi laughed, shooting her again.

Mikuru pointed the gun at her again, this time shaking even more. "I'll, I'll shoot."

"No you won't." Haruhi sneered, shooting her again.

Mikuru became flustered. "I mean it, stop."

Haruhi pointed her gun right between Mikuru's tear filled eyes. Even though it was just a toy if Haruhi fired, Mikuru could get really hurt. Kyon dashed over to stop things, but before he made it over, Mikuru shouted, "No!" and fired.

Haruhi nearly jumped out of her seat in surprise. The BB had hit her right in the chest, just above her shirt, leaving a small welt on the skin. "Good shot Mikuru." She panted, still a little shaken up. "I didn't think you'd actually do it."

They finished up the rest of the scene and with Mikuru's new found confidence, it didn't turn out half bad. She still wasn't the least bit intimidating, but at least she wasn't petrified anymore.

As they were saying their goodbyes for the night, Haruhi pulled Mikuru aside. "Come with me to my house and we'll work on your shooting. With my help, you could be the next John Woo."

Mikuru looked bleakly hesitant. This wasn't a request. "Kay..."

When they got to her place, Haruhi tossed her school bag in the corner and handed Mikuru one of the guns. "Here. Don't think about it being a gun. Just point it like you would point a finger at something."

Mikuru pointed it at the wall, still trembling.

"Okay..." Haruhi sighed. "Change your stance a little. It's supposed to be an extension of your body. Not a bomb you're afraid might explode."

Mikuru tightened up her grip a little. "Like this?"

"Better." Haruhi smiled. "Now point it at me."

Mikuru trembled and turned the gun to the edge of Haruhi's shoulder. "Kay..." She said nervously.

"Point it here." Haruhi grabbed the gun and put it up against her forehead.

Mikuru was shaking so hard she almost dropped the gun. They weren't getting anywhere.

"BAM!" Haruhi shouted, causing the younger girl to drop the gun to the floor.

"Sorry, you scared me." Mikuru squealed. She bent down and picked it back up.

"Point it at my head again." Haruhi commanded. "And relax."

The sudden shock shook some of her apprehension away. She pressed the gun against Haruhi's forehead, this time a little calmer. Haruhi felt a little rush of excitement. Sure it was just a toy, but having it pressed against her head was a little intimidating.

"Now tell me you're gonna blow my head off." She said in a rushed whisper.

"I can't." Mikuru squealed.

"Do it." Haruhi urged.

"I'm... gonna shoot." Mikuru trembled.

Haruhi felt excitement welling up in her chest. "Say you're gonna kill me. Say you're gonna put a bullet right between my eyes."

"I I can't." Mikuru whined.

"DO IT!" Haruhi nearly shouted.

"I'm gonna shoot you." Mikuru said, almost pleading.

"AHhh," Haruhi growled, frustrated. "You're just too cute too pull it off."

Haruhi flopped down on to her bed and threw a childish little fit. Mikuru sighed and sat down on the corner of the bed. Haruhi laid there for a while, trying to think of a way to make this work and wondering to herself why she had gotten so excited. After a few more minutes she sat up and pushed Mikuru down on to the bed. She handed her the gun and climbed up on top of her. Before Mikuru had a chance to react, Haruhi stated tickling her.

"Stop it." Mikuru giggled, gasping for breath.

"Make me." Haruhi grinned, doubling her efforts.

Mikuru pointed the gun up at Haruhi's head and pleaded for her to stop. But Haruhi wouldn't let up. Haruhi slipped her hands under Mikuru's shirt and started tickling her stomach directly. Mikuru was begging for her to stop, glowing red as she fought to breath.

"It's loaded." Haruhi teased. "If you want me to stop, just shoot me."

"I can't." Mikuru gasped.

"Then I won't stop." Haruhi laughed.

Mikuru head was spinning. She was losing this fight and knew she had to act. "Stop, or I'll shoot."

"That's good." Haruhi urged. "Now say it like you mean it."

Mikuru pressed the gun against Haruhi's head, trying to push her off of her. She was getting desperate. "Get off of me or I'm gonna shoot."

Haruhi felt that rush again. She wasn't sure why, but she slipped a hand up higher and cupped one of Mikuru's breasts. "Good, now tell me you're gonna kill me if I don't stop."

Mikuru at her limits. "I'm gonna kill you if you don't stop." She said, too tired to be nervous.

Haruhi couldn't take it anymore. Something about Mikuru's cute little voice and the excitement of a gun to her head drove her wild. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Mikuru's in a heavy kiss. Mikuru's body went tense and she fought to push Haruhi off of her, but she didn't have the strength. Her mind was spinning and she pulled the trigger on her last resort.

A dull click range out through the room. Haruhi shivered with excitement and rolled off Mikuru, flopping on to her bed, relishing in pure pleasure.

"Are you okay?" Mikuru asked when she caught her breath.

"Yeah." Haruhi breathed, still floating on her high. "It wasn't loaded."

End

Author's notes

This was supposed to lead to a sex scene, but it didn't seem to fit. Maybe in another chapter. I've been too busy recently and it's not going to ease up for a few more weeks, so don't expect much from me until later.

Anyways, thanks for reading.