He thinks he might have snapped, somewhere between her crazed eyes and his hungry grin. -Lily, Haine, Giovanni

She's close again. Very close and he doesn't get it. -Naoto, Haine.

He really needed a smoke. -Badou, Haine

Sometimes Haine wonders if he's considered as the living or the undead. Nill doesn't see why it matters.

How Naoto thinks of Heine, and vice versa.

Badou gets shot. Heine wants to make him feel better.

The truth is louder when all else is silent. Post-chapter 57 AU; Naoto/Heine; Edited and expanded.

Every time someone says the word 'love' Lily thinks of something warm and lovely wrapping around her and protecting her from all the bad things.

Badou tenía ya un vicio y él lo sabía, sin embargo, al contrario de lo que todos puedan pensar no es el cigarro, es algo más grande. *yaoi*

... ¿Por qué no entendía que me preocupaba por él? Me levante del sillón en el que estaba y lo seguí al interior de la habitación. Lo mire sentado en la orilla de la cama, dándome la espalda, no sabia que decir. HaineXBadou SHONEI AI.

"I took all that I desired, even crooks have to pay the rent."

"With a good criminal heart hinting at things best left unknown, the spine of the world is rusting but rusting to gold."

The sky and the filthy ground are connected in the horizon. The angel and the stray dog, could they ever be the same? Haine x Nill

A reposting of my Badou/Haine drabbles for a more convenient system of organization. Fluff, crude humor, and overall domestic moments inside.

It could have been a mistake, to feel these ways and move so close; but right then it wasn't a mistake. It was need, because they needed each other. - Naoto/Heine

This was a bit like babysitting a five-year-old and a bit like supervising a drunk man and a bit less pleasant than either. Songfic. NaotoXBadou.

But she couldn't. She felt nothing when she killed except the feel of her blade in her hands as she killed them.

This could be love. Or maybe just hunger between two people. But if for just one night, let's pretend we belong here and that the world was never collapsing around us; that you don't wield a katana and that I'm not the stray howling at your moon.

They only deserved this much. For Haine's robbed childhood. For Lily's nightmares. And for the blood of everyone else whose names he no longer remembered. Haine/nameless scientist.

I was standing on the edge and my star was fading until you cut me loose - Heine, Naoto - Rated for darker subjects, violence, and language.

Cross-posted from a post on a LiveJournal community. When you can't die, it's fun to speculate on ways you could. Rated for violent imagery.

Contrary to popular belief, they were NOT a freaking couple. [Haine x Naoto] crack/pseudo-romance. Spoilers for chapters 57 and 58. Reviews are welcome.

'life's a gas down here until someone lights a match.' - Badou and his musings after the underground assault.

"Tentu saja. Rasa sakit adalah bukti bahwa kita hidup."

There were only so many directions they could fall. 13 tiny dabbles to name a few of the ways they've fallen.