These things are getting crappier as I go and I apologize a million times. Woe is me.

EVERYONE. I HAVE FOUND NEW MEANING IN THIS SONG CALLED STARLIGHT BY MUSE, OKAY? ITS GREAT GO LISTEN TO IT AND REDEEM URSELVES PLZ.

And, these two are not gay. : Bromance. Reiner is The Shit.

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Achilles hated Reiner. Unlike Claudia and Max, who were good superior officers, Reiner just sucked. He had a habit of bitching and moaning and whining and throwing hissy fit tantrums if something didn't go exactly the way he wanted it to. After being his slave labor grunt for far too long, Achilles couldn't take it anymore. The urge to throw a boot at Reiner's stupid head was getting harder and harder to repress.

"….And then I want you to clean the Saber Tiger's claws. Eve knows what he stepped in but I want if off."

Achilles lifted his head from the countertop in the Rottiger Base kitchen. Reiner had been going on about chores for Achilles, who had opted for the "I'm gonna sit here and daydream and think up violent ways to kill you" motive instead. It seemed to work, although Reiner was still padding on about stuff to clean, n00bs to punish, and boxes that had to go from point A to point B.

Achilles curled his lip. Reiner didn't notice and continued to ramble and pace back and forth. Achilles ducked into his crossed arms, golden hair falling over his face as his sapphire eyes smoldered with the hate of a hundred cannonfodder Command Wolves.

"Are you listening to me?"

Reiner had abandoned his pacing, was now standing over Achilles with his hands on his hips in a way that looked so positively, enormously gay. Achilles often joked that Reiner was in fact, a closet case and was the first one to be accepted by the stingy military.

A grunt, a slow stretch, and a roll of eyes as Achilles got to his feet and enjoyed the sheer fact that he happened to be taller then Reiner. "No, not really." He said simply with an easy going roll of his shoulders. Reiner frowned.

"Saber Tiger. Clean it." Reiner ordered, pointing to the Hanger.

Achilles couldn't argue with Reiner. He knew very well Claudia was being a damn creep, probably stalking around outside right now to find some unsuspecting soldier to prey on. Like an Eve-damned praying mantis, ready to cannibalize any male who set foot….

Achilles shook his head as he walked toward the Hanger. Too many late nights, too many Red Bulls and vodka.

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Saber Tiger did step in something gross. It was a Zoid, and it was leaking. Achilles stood there with this ghetto-ass bucket and mop, dumbfounded at the atrocity of whatever the red cat had crushed.

Saber Tiger shrugged.

Achilles spent a goof two hours yanking shards of shredded metal and twisted cords from between the Tiger's toes, and another forty-five minutes hosing off the fluid. The dead completed, Achilles mopped away the leftovers while Kouki watched him and laughed.

"Good job on getting promoted, man!" Kouki grinned his idiot grin and Achilles glared.

Needless to say, poor Kouki wouldn't be able to sit for the next four months as he hobbled off to remove the pocketknife that had been forced up his rectum. (Not really, Achilles had only thrown it at him and the knife sliced into Kouki's butt when he turned and ran.)

The sun had set and Achilles was feeling bitter, cold, and unappreciated. He wanted to go break some stuff, or maybe take Abel out and slice up….trees or something. Yet his Murasame Liger had long since fallen asleep and now Achilles was bitter, cold, unappreciated, and alone.

Achilles went up to the kitchen, popped open a beer, and sulked. He sulked a lot, or angsted, or otherwise looked like he was always in a bad moon. Which happened to be true, because he worked with idiots.

As soon as Achilles thought of idiots, Reiner popped his head in. Figured. Achilles glanced at him, and shook the beer bottle. Go away, I am getting drunk and I don't want you ruining it.

Reiner didn't get the hint. Instead, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Getting shit-faced? And it isn't even 8 yet."

The look Achilles gave him plainly said what he thought about that.

"Saber Tiger?"

"All cleaned up and ready to go." Achilles grunted, setting the bottle down. Reiner nodded approval.

"Come here, I have something to show you."

Grudgingly, Achilles followed Reiner down the hallway to the Base's other Hanger. The silence was heavy, a thick wet blanket draped over them. Getting a bit of a foreboding chill, Achilles shrugged his shoulders and voiced his impatience in the form of an overly dramatic sigh that bounced off the walls. Reiner scoffed.

The Hanger looked empty. Achilles, unimpressed with the naked décor, curled his lips in a grimace. Reiner raised a brow, followed by a stiff nod toward the very back of the Hanger. There, hidden in the corner, stood a tall figure obscured by shadows.

"For all your hard work, grunt." Reiner said with a shrug. He turned and left before Achilles could answer.

It was a Zoid. It was a Geno Trooper, all sharp claws and pointed teeth and red, red optics. Achilles sucked in his breath. This beast belonged to him.

The next day, Kouki made a crack on Reiner and sent the superior officer into a deep-set scowl. Achilles hunted the ginger down, then punched him in the face and broke his nose.

Reiner grinned, nodded his approval.

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Kouki always seems to get beat up wherever he goes. Totally BS'ed the ending but next chapter is gonna be a Brastle Tiger Bitchfight, I promise.