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You hummed along to your iPod as you walked towards your original shooting spot. The trees glistened in the setting evening sun, the sound of gentle rustling just audible over your music. A light breeze blew, signaling the coming cool of the night.

You adjusted your grip on your bow as you neared your shooting spot. You knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to go back to the spot as you might run into your arch nemesis, but he had agreed to leave you alone… you shrugged off your apprehension. It was your spot, period.

The forest was quickly growing dark. You had set off later than you would have normally, and the sun was almost gone now. You did a little dance in time with your music, enjoying yourself more than you had for a while. You emerged into your clearing, eyes closed as you listened to your music. It wasn’t until you opened your eyes to set down your things that you noticed you weren’t actually alone in your clearing.  

Gilbert stood there, a bow firmly in his grasp, poised to shoot, surprise written all over his face. You froze. Shit. A smirk broke out across Gilbert’s face as he lowered his bow and turned around. Now would be a good time to mention that he was shirtless.

He was all lean muscles, no bulk in sight. Your eyes drifted down to amazing abs, and the little muscles that trailed away beneath the edge of his low slung jeans. You felt your face heat. You were surprised with yourself. You hated the guy, so why were you blushing? You bit your lip and forced your gaze upward to Gilbert’s face and gave him a stony glare. His smirk had widened.

“Wow, you really can’t get enough of zhe of awesome me, can you?” Gilbert said as he approached.

“Listen up, oh ‘awesome’ one. This is my shooting spot. Go find your own.” You said, stepping forward. You didn’t care how childish you had sounded; you just wanted the annoying albino gone.  A mischievous look crossed Gilbert’s face.

“Fine. But ONLY if you can beat me. Ten shots. Zhe one vith zhe most bull’s eyes vins. The loser has to go find a new shooting spot.”

“And the loser has to leave the winner alone?” Gilbert nodded.

“Ja.” You considered for a moment. Gilbert had beaten you the last time you had gone up against him, but even if you lost you would be rid of Gilbert.

“You’re on.” With that you slipped your quiver from your shoulder and slid off your jacket, tucking your iPod into the pocket. You strapped on your arm guard and pushed your hair out of the way. Gilbert watched you the whole time. You grabbed your bow and put your quiver back in place, then raised an eyebrow at Gilbert. He smirked and led you to the target he had set up.

“I zhink zhe awesome me should go first.” Gilbert said. He was absolutely sure he was going to win again. You rolled your eyes and stepped away. Gilbert knocked an arrow and raised his bow. Your breath caught as the muscles in his back rippled, the moonlight making them sharper. You forced yourself to look at the target. He shot. The arrow hit the center of the target. He paused only to smirk at you over his shoulder. He shot again and again, until nine arrows were embedded in the bull’s eye. He took aim once more, the tension in the air building. Then he shot.

Your eyes widened. The arrow had missed the center of the target and was instead sticking out of one of the outer rings of the target. A smile wended its way onto your face. Gilbert stepped back, stunned, before retrieving his arrows from the target. You pushed past him with a challenging smile, turning to grin over your shoulder.

You stood in front of the target, turning your gaze away from him, and knocked an arrow. You took a deep breath as you raised your bow, feeling the breeze, the cooling air, hearing the way the leaves moved. You focused on the target and relaxed your shoulders. You let go of the bowstring. The arrow shot through the air and hit the center of the target. You smiled slightly. Only nine more.

Gilbert began to fidget as seven more arrows flew into the center of the target. He was becoming slightly anxious. He didn’t want to lose, and he most certainly didn’t want… He shook himself. You raised your bow again. Gilbert forced himself not to look at you as you loosed another arrow. Instead, he focused on the target, his anxiety increasing as the arrow flew into the center of the target. You had one shot left. If you made it, you won.

You breathed, calming yourself. Just one more shot. You had to admit that you were kind of enjoying yourself. Excitement was tickling the back of your mind. You pushed it away and focused on the task at hand. You checked your aim several times, and let go of the bowstring. Your last arrow hit the bull’s eye. You had won. A slight rush of excitement hit you, not nearly as much as you had thought you would feel, though. You turned around, setting down your bow.

Gilbert looked… sad. The smile fell from your face. His face quickly changed, a haughty glare masking his previous expression. “Vell. The awesome me vill just have to find a better shooting spot!” he yelled, turning to stalk off grab his shirt and stalk off. You watched as he walked to the edge of the clearing. You felt… but you hated him, right?

Gilbert stopped at the edge of the clearing and looked to the side. You watched. He seemed to make up his mind about something. Then he turned fully around and strode towards you, quickly. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. You thought he would stop when he got closer to you, but he didn’t. He only stopped when his chest was pressed against yours, his face inches from your own. You didn’t move.

Gilbert crashed his lips down on yours, and then electricity was blooming in your veins. Your eyes closed as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You instinctively put your hands on his chest, your fingers sliding over his muscles. He leaned into you, his lips moving with yours. His other hand dropped his bow and came up to cup your face and neck. The part of your brain that was reeling in confusion tried to intrude, but you pushed it away, instead moving your hands to tangle in Gilbert’s hair. He licked your bottom lip, but instead of opening your mouth, you kept it resolutely closed. A growl emanated from Gilbert’s chest, sending shivers down your spine. You smirked and gently bit his lip.

And then air was needed.

The pair of you parted. For a moment you reeled, your brain trying to figure out what was happening. And then suddenly it became clear.

“You’re an ass.” Gilbert looked taken aback. He began to pull away. You smirked. “But… I don’t hate you.” Gilbert looked up. Then he smirked.

“I don’t hate you either, liebe.”

There was an incredibly high-pitched squeal, and the sound of cracking branches, and then (Friend Name) and, surprisingly, Ludwig, fell out of a tree on the edge of the clearing. You and Gilbert looked at them in surprise. You noticed a pair of binoculars in (Friend Name)’s hand.
Wooh! I hope you all like it! This is officially the last chapter, though I could be swayed to do one more. I'm thinking of doing an epilogue, too :)

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