Summary: Haine was just curious and Badou couldn't have cared less.
Pairings: HainexBadou.
Warnings: Slash, Language, Violence & Weirdness.
Author's Notes: You could say I'm writing seven ficlets over an elapsed time period on a "romantic" relationship developing between them.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Dogs: Bullets and Carnage, those belong to Miwa Shirow and am simply writing this for fund.
-:-:-Of Bullets & Kisses
i – Curiosity
I was walking out of the church and he was just standing there, staring up at it. His white hair billowed in the wind but it was like he was lost in something that wasn't even there.
Freak.
"Hey," I call, wondering if he'd respond. I get nothing. I shouldn't be surprised but I feel somewhat pissed. Damn bastard, thinks he's too good to respond to me? I begin to walk off in the direction of my apartment. Who am I kidding? You couldn't call the shithole I live in an apartment even if you squinted and looked at it sideways.
"Have you ever noticed how the church's windows shine in the light?"
"Huh?" I'm left somewhat speechless. Is this guy on something or some shit? I thought I was the addict.
"Have you?" He repeats, still looking dazed. I really don't get this guy.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I say, looking him over. A gust of wind blows and my hair winds up in my face. Someone remind me why I decided to grow out my hair? Brushing it back with one sweep, because I'm just that good, I glance over at Haine again. He's staring at me now, a weird look on his face. I can't place it, but he looks somewhat happy…
"Why were you here?" He asks me, a sort of grin on his face.
"I was asking where the hell you'd gone to for the last week and a half," I answer. "We do have a job you know. It's that thing that earns you the month's rent and food. Sound familiar?"
"Shut-up you jackass."
"Fuck-you." I turn around and continue my walk to my humble abode. I dig my hand through my pocket and pull out a cigarette. Lighting it up in one quick motion, I suck in the nicotine my heart so desires.
I can hear his footsteps following me. "What, you stalking me now?"
"Naw, there's this thing sitting on your neck and I thought I should get rid of it for you."
"Har har, you're so funny, you bastard," I reply, blowing out the smoke gathering in my mouth. A puff of translucent grey smoke comes out and swarms around my head before being blown away by the wind. Damn it smells so good.
"What's the job?" He asks, still walking behind me. I turn my head around to see how far away he is. A few steps. When did he catch up?
"The usual. There's a bunch of kids being held up at some mafia leader's place. We gotta go in, free 'um and get out. Simple."
"When?"
"Eh…What day is it today?" I ask, scratching the top of my head. I've stopped walking as I try to remember what the old lady said when she told me about it. Friday was it?
"Tuesday," he replies without a pause. I never took this guy as someone who'd know what his fucking name was let alone the day of the week.
"Three days from now," I respond. He's standing next to me now. There are black bags underneath his eyes. What the fuck does this guy do when he's off on one of his adventures alone?
"What?"
"Your face." I wasn't exactly insulting him.
He grimaces and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Shut the fuck up."
"What're you doing standing here? Go home," I say and begin to walk in the direction of my home a third time. I pull my cigarette out of my mouth and blow out the smoke, eyes skimming over the people walking some few feet away from me.
"Hey Badou," I hear him call.
"What?" My cigarette's back in my mouth. I hear him catch up to me. There wasn't much distance to cover eh? My cigarette is yanked out my mouth and just as I yelp out in protest, I feel something rough press down onto my lips. What. The. Fuck?
There's a hand on the side of my face, holding me in place. I still don't know what the fuck this guy is doing but for some reason his rough kiss doesn't feel so bad. Suddenly he removes himself off of my face.
I arch my brow at him waiting for an explanation.
"I was curious."
Really, what the fuck?
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Author's Note: Review pretty please? And hopefully someday fanfiction dot net will add DOGS as one of their categories.