Hello there! This is going to be a collection of short stories I believe, surrounding the characters of Dogs and snippets of their lives away from all the bullets and carnage. This series is going to be about character development more so than action because I think we get enough of that in the manga! I will update pretty frequently, hence why these chapters will be short and specific. This first one revolves around Nill and Haine because I adore their scenes together. I hope that you enjoy it! Disclaimer: I do not own Dogs: Bullets and Carnage or any of the characters.

Nill walked towards the entrance to the church after hearing the muffled mutters of familiar voices in the dark. The moonlit wind was strong and it whipped around her black dress with white cuffs, her blonde hair in a ponytail of dark ribbons and her paten shoes glimmering. The boys were sat opposite each other on the concrete steps and their conversation seemed be about money as it usual was but they stopped when they turned to see her. She hugged her elbows and felt out of place feeling so tall, loathing herself for interrupting. Haine was the first to stand up and he did a slight jog up the steps to stand in front of her, inquiring with his eyes why she was outside in such atrocious weather. He had recently taken to speaking less and less around her, removing the guilt she felt about being unable to converse. Instead he would gaze into her eyes and read them, even if she didn't know what she was writing. Today they were saying "I'm sorry I didn't want to stop you two talking…it's just that I feel really lonely here by myself. I like the company. Be my company". He closed his eyes and smirked slightly, nodding and walking her back into the church. A flurry of orange hair followed a little later, stubbing out a cigarette against an old marble statue by the door and closing it behind him. She automatically felt lighter being next to her white haired saviour and slipped her hand into his as they walked down the aisle, gripping slightly around his leather glove. When they got to the alter they both sat down on one of the old benches that creaked with every movement, right in the centre with their hands still entangled. Their relationship was far from sexual but it was stronger than merely friendship, more like siblings. Her blonde hair and petite frame screamed Lily when he looked at her and Haine had to admit that part of him knew that his need to protect her came from not wanting to lose another sister. Whereas Nill's feelings were that of comfort, she wishes to be able to look after Haine but knowing that she couldn't merely took to being someone he could have a peaceful connection with. She knew that he didn't wish for her to feel as though she owed him anything but she still tried to thank him for saving her when she could, with stitched jackets and small smiles. Badou sat at the far corner of the church and slipped off his heavy khaki coat, laying down on a bench and slinging it over his back, seemingly resting up. Nill couldn't help but smile, this church had become second home to him.

She now turned to Haine, his head bent back against the headboard and his eyes closed again. Shuffling closer to him she rested her cheek to his shoulder, his black jacket still cold causing her cheeks to tingle.

"Why do you stay here Nill? Ernest isn't coming back you know…" His voice was low but it vibrated through his body like it was hollow and she flinched slightly hearing it. She lifted back up her head and turned to look at him, head still back but eyes now wide open, gazing at the ceiling. His eyes turned to hers. "Where am I supposed to go?" He shrugged slightly and smiled.

"It's not exactly the most pleasant of places. Stinks of shit sometimes. I have one bed but I rarely use it because I would prefer to sleep on the roof, it's…easier. The kitchen is crap, I only know how to do cooking something that tells me how to on the back and even then sometimes I don't read that. Food poisoning is a bitch but I've met worse. Badou has made the wallpaper smells like smoke and the carpet is a mess." He turned fully to look at her, "So what do you say?"

Nill had a slight blush and she giggled silently, her body shaking slightly. "Yes yes yes yes". It was hardly a pitch a real estate agent would give but it won her over. The church had become lonely and isolated, Naoto came around every now and then but mostly she spent her time alone. Ernest must have been aware in advance of his leaving because he had stocked up on food, bedding and her wardrobe was full to the brim with new clothes. She hadn't touched any of them, labels still intact. Day in day out of nothing but reading, sewing and making attempts to play the piano to no avail, she would take anything over this. She clapped her hands together and quickly nodded, making a dash for her small cupboard sized bedroom and raiding her drawers putting her pastel coloured night clothes into a paper bag that her new sowing needles came in, along with a box of plasters she also brought. Haine smiled and stood up, walking towards the chain-smoker falling sleep and kicked him roughly in the shin. Bolting straight up Badou groaned and scratched the back of his head, readjusting his eye patch as Haine told him of taking Nill home. To this Badou made a crude joke and got another kick. After a few minutes Nill appeared again, slightly out of breath from rushing around, now with one of Ernest's long black coat over her dress that he had left behind and her bag. Haine held out his hand and she grabbed it enthusiastically. Now the boys returned back to talks of blood, bullets and money as the blonde angel was walked back down the aisle, leaving the church for the dark sky.

Thank you for reading and please review! I would also love to have some suggestions of which characters you would want to see interact in their day to day lives.