A/N: These are so fun to write XD
DISCLAIMER (because I forgot one in the last chapter) : I do not own DOGS or DOGS: Bullets & Carnage in any way.
e l e v e n . a n i m a l
Badou was staring at him, and even though Heine wasn't looking back at the emerald eye, he could feel his gaze. The albino knew exactly the reason for his prodding glace, too. He knew how his eyes must look, how the corner of his mouth was just raised enough to reveal a glinting fang. Heine knew Badou was aware of the fleeting grasp of his sanity, the loosening chains around the monster within.
The dog chuckled darkly and Heine attempted to choke down the feeling of suffocating.
t w e l v e . r e m e m b e r
It was on those cold nights when Badou would sleep over at Heine's, the most likely reason being a water leak or some other building problem in the redhead's own apartment, when he would feel the closed to the albino…
No homo.
It was usually on these cold nights when Heine, usually the insomniac, would have fallen fast asleep where Badou, ironically, couldn't bring himself to join Heine in dreamland.
Again… no homo.
It was in the dead of the night when Badou would hear the dog begin to stir. Heine would begin to toss and turn on his bed; pained whimpers were followed by incomprehensible muttering. Badou knew what sleep brought for Heine – memories.
t h i r t e e n . b l o o d
Heine would never admit it to anyone, how hard he fought to keep the dog in. On most days he could choke down the insanity and move on, but there were times when he couldn't take it and the dog would peak out before the albino regained control. Usually Heine knew he was a risk and shut himself away from anyone and everyone. There were… specific moments when Heine couldn't help but let the dog run loose, despite the fact that his partner would be standing right next to him.
It was the blood.
f o u r t e e n . s i m p l i c i t y
On the rare occasion when they didn't have a job, didn't have to risk their lives or take the life of another, the two of them were perfectly content with wasting the day away in their apartment sitting on a ratty couch in front of a blank TV.
f i f t e e n . s i l e n c e
It was in the silence of a calm day when Heine's thoughts would begin to wander. He would remember days of times long past. It was in the silence that her screams would ring out and the metallic ting of her blood would lace his tongue. He would remember the sickly satisfying feeling of snapping her bones and ripping her limb from limb.
It was in the silence where he heart the most noise.
s i x t e e n . t r a n s f o r m a t i o n
It didn't take much for Badou to realize Heine was battling the dog. His red eyes would become dark and his pupils would dilate. The albino would stop responding to the red head, hell; he'd stop responding to everything at all. Badou was almost positive that a bullet to the heart wouldn't have fazed the hard bastard. He found it most effective to keep moving on with his day-to-day life. Heine would eventually overtake the dog, like he always does…
And frankly, Badou didn't want to imagine what would come should he ever lose that battle.
s e v e n t e e n . b a c k h e a v y
Badou loved it when he discovered perks of Heine's. Sometimes they were little things like how other animals would react when he walked by or even how the albino would shed in the summer*. It came to the redhead's surprise, however, when Badou discovered just how easy it was to throw the albino off balance.
Looks like that metal spine had some use after all.
e i g h t e e n . d e a t h
Badou knew he wouldn't die; he came back every time with a vengeance. That undeniable fact still didn't stop the redhead from crawling to the albino's side after his heart stopped, usually from electrocution or taking one too many bullets, and praying that he would wake up.
n i n e t e e n . a g o n y
The redheaded, nicotine-freak hated being shot. The stupid piece of lead would rip through him and render him utterly useless. Heine, on the other hand was a freak. Nothing fazed him; he could take everything anyone would dish out and continue forward. That's why Badou just couldn't understand the depths of agony laced in the albino's eyes when he thought no one was looking.
t w e n t y . v a g a b o n d
Badou was not a weak person. He took pride in the fact. Despite that, however, he could help but shudder when he thought of a certain albino leaving for more than just the usual.
*NOTE : Reference to Heatwave by iicaptain.
