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A/N: OH YEAH! I've finally updated and will continue to do so soon! I apologize it has been an absurdly long time. My thanks to your wonderfully long patience and lovely reviews especially : the-silent-kitsune, kyoto8978, C.A.M.E.O.1 and Only, zenbon zakura and isa :D
Disclaimer: Look, if I own this, this would've happened in the series! But I don't own so you don't sue okay?
Spoilers: Vol.2 Ch 15-18
It's not like he wanted it.
Not like she wanted it either.
So if he doesn't want it and she doesn't want it they've either lucked out or…
They simply have no choice in the matter.
Haine was pretty sure it was the former. A set up as fucked up as this is too much of a coincidence. He had qualms about being a negotiator. Negotiating at this day and age never made any sense at all. Adding the fact that he was with Badou, what good will that do? He was completely at peace with gun fire being shot at the wall behind him and he was pretty sure Badou, despite his constant whining, was satisfied with sniffing gun smoke in the air. He couldn't care less if the memory-less female hid behind the pillars and complain. Everything would still be his definition of peace and quiet until two kids jumped of the roof begging to have fun.
Two deranged brats calling him "Big Brudder."
He was someone's sibling once... and only once. Now he's no one's sibling let alone someone's big brother. No matter how hard he stared and tried to recognize them from somewhere it just fried his neurons. Before he could even string rationality in his thoughts the arms the deranged kids have transformed into what can accurately be called an "all-in-one" murder weapon. The twin in white had an arm for heavy gun power while the twin in black had a gigantic Swiss knife for an arm.
He was too sidetracked that he failed to dodge the incoming attack. The blade is inches away from his face and he cringed at the fact that his chances of dodging it are slim. He waits for impact but it doesn't come. Instead he heard the clash of metal. He was pretty sure it didn't hit the collar so wha-
"Would you be so kind to die after I ask you everything I want to ask?"
The purple scarf waved like a flag spreading the scent he never would have thought he would be accustomed to. Then he blinks and he realized he just missed something. She just crossed blades with the psycho kid who has Edward's scissor hands. She countered the hit for him so that means… He owes her.
LIKE HELL I DO! He'd tear off the collar in a heartbeat than thank her. His ego is just too large to accept that she saved his neck, "You're damn obstinate aren't you?"
She ignores him which infuriated him even more but the timing could not be any better.
"Huh? Hey Luki, that's the same sword as Fu-sama's!"
It looks like they struck a chord as her face pales considerably. Great, more distractions! The last thing they need as the twins started attacking with zeal and fury all because "Big Sister" has come to play. With the rate and speed of havoc the twins were causing to the once peaceful grounds it struck him that this is not the time to be expounding on his well… family tree.
"FAMILY SHOULDN'T FIGHT MY BROTHERS! ALL YOU GUYS SHUT UP AND FUCK OFF!"
Let's not forget Badou's mental breakdown no thanks to the lack of real cigarette smoke.
Then the real distraction came and it was like dancing.
Forced in the middle of a battlefield turned dance floor, their backs against each other with the gritting reality that they need to work this out if they want to survive. They were being spun around like a merry-go-around until they were cornered with chances of retaliation getting slim. Blades grind and clashed against each other while bullets fly and gun smoke sways back and forth. Yet all this is getting them nowhere, they've got to find an opening and fast. She lost her concentration briefly as their backs finally touched each other. He sensed it actually and simply took this as an oppurtunity to pay her back by shooting the little bugger coming for her.
He felt her eyes heavy with disbelief at what he just did. She then accepts this as his silent way of saying that their now even. It's something he has never done before and probably wouldn't do so again. It just took a short glance at each other to confirm that their thoughts instantly synched. Each of them placed one foot forward and easily spun around and switched places.
That's when he felt it, a brush of skin to skin.
It was a sensation even more distracting that of their backs against each other. It sizzled, burned and then it started creeping underneath his skin like wild fire. His throat went dry as he tried to quell the irritation he would simplt write off as a symptom.
That's right this is all just a part of fucking disease and he could just consider this as one of the many symptoms.
Right.
He pulled the trigger multiple times just to get it out of his system.
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