A/N: General strangeness.
Disclaimer: Purely for kicks. Nothing is mine.
001
For Haine, taking a bullet in the chest for Naoto didn't hurt quite as much as when she shot him down (with her words) and told him she didn't love him love him like that (because she didn't think she was quite ready to start feeling again).
002
Birthdays were ignored. As if impromptu gift-giving was an actual way to show someone you cared. But every now and then, Badou presents a gift that Haine just couldn't turn down. He likes to take that gift and unwrap it slowly (caressing, pressing, holding, and stroking).
003
It's Friday night and Naoto is at an abandoned lot nothing for company except for a target, one of Haine's old guns, and the phantom feeling of his hands guiding hers.
004
Nill sat in front of the ancient church's organ and played a note. She uses a single finger to press down on one of the white keys hesitantly. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. She can be forgetful sometimes. The sound the organ had produced had been something she'd believed someone should sing to.
005
Had Nill been a stranger, she would have thought that Naoto and Haine were a real couple the way they were bickering with each other in the open street.
006
Badou was the one that patched up Haine's clothes that were always riddle with holes. But he gets help these days, and Naoto has shown an excellent aptitude with the needle. Between the two of them, the number of outfits Haine is capable of wearing into the public steadily increases.
007
The rabid dog that resided in Haine was quite fond of Naoto in the way a dog was fond of its chew toy, yet Haine was fond of her in another way—call it puppy love.
008
Nill knew who her most important person was. And maybe he knew how important he was to her (and maybe, just maybe, she was his important person too).
009
Ernest Rammsteiner knew what it meant to be a minister and how certain things weren't allowed. When his sightless eyes set upon Badou Nails, he felt like that was one of the things he probably shouldn't be allowed. Just an inch or two shy of probably.
010
Ghostly fingers wrapped around her wrists and she remembered his red eyes. The impact of her back hitting the ground jarred her and took her breath away. Some shitty Prince Charming he made.
011
Shooting a gun was as natural as breathing and maybe a little easier, when Badou was with him. Haine thought everything he did felt was good as pulling the trigger and letting go.
012. Falling Sideways
The way his cold lips and sharp teeth pressed against his own chapped lips (and the resounding taste of tobacco and blood filling both their mouths) made Badou wonder how Haine learned to steal someone's breath away as easily as he stole lives.
013. Making Down Excuses
The three of them sit in a tiny little parlor and pretend that they're just normal citizens. The moment the door of the shop breaks down in an explosion, the three of them have already jumped up from their seats. By the time the law enforcers (sent by the Mayor) have arrived at their table in the back corner, they are standing tall, shoulder to shoulder. Their backs face each other. Their faces are defiant as they face the officers. They are armed to the teeth.