Snapshots- Ten blinks
1 Hero
Neither of them were heroes. No, they did this shit for money, and that was that. Perhaps there were good deeds scattered bout (such as rescuing Nill), but not enough to make them heroes.
No matter how often Badou tried to hum some superhero's theme song.
2 Proposition
"You ever wanna get out of this shithole?" Badou asked, legs draped across Haine'lap. The albino was half asleep.
"Well, I guess, but even though it's a shithole, it's home, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it is."
3 Fantasy
Badou knew he didn't really know what it was he was getting into when he and Haine had an unspoken confession of exactly what was between them. A glance, a kiss, lingering touches. Yeah, this was gonna be something that was going to be really difficult, but whatever.
Haine was the most beautiful, broken, abandoned thing he'd ever seen in his whole damned life.
4 Lock and Key
There was an earthshattering bang as Badou's door was kicked in. The chain smoker spat out his (shitty) coffee and coughed.
"Leave the door unlocked or something," Haine growled as he came in and flopped onto the couch.
Badou groaned and threw a key at him.
"My landlord's gonna fuckin' kill me again because of you."
5 Heart
Badou looked down at Haine, who had finally fallen asleep, slumped over onto his shoulder.
"Yeah, I always knew you were human," he muttered and snuggled in, closing his good eye.
6 Poison
Haine sat in one of the pews of the church, staring up at the stained glass windows. Nill sat beside him, her hand covering his.
He was tired all the time.
Badou had kicked him out of his apartment again- he'd almost broken the smoker's nose.
He would probably be back in the morning, dragged back by guilt to apologize, but for now, he would try to keep from putting more poison in the wound, try to keep it from spreading.
7 Burn
When the bullets hit him, it felt like they were going to burn him inside out, burn him alive until he choked them up or they were removed with hands that shouldn't have such practice.
It hurt.
8 Panties
"C'mon, I think you'd look sexy in 'em," Badou snickered, holding up a pair of black lace panties.
Haine's eye twitched and Badou put them down.
"You know, I don't think I have the figure for them. But you on the other hand, Badou…"
9 Sacrifice
Haine had made his sacrifice long ago—lost a portion of his life, his childhood, to horror and cruelty.
Badou may have lost his eye, but there was something more that he had lost, Haine knew. More than just his brother as well.
He caught that glimpse of pain in an emerald eye every so often.
10 Busted
When Badou entered his apartment one day, he noticed something weird.
Haine was on his couch, smoking one of his cigarettes.
"What the fuck, man?"
Haine made a face and handed it over.
"That shit's gross."
"Then why'd you-"
"Things didn't smell enough like smoke around here."
A/N: Most of these are inspired by Peppermint Mocha, my darling Badou- my pumpkin pie baby. D I love her. Totes my muse with this. Anyway, these snapshots will be posted ten at a time, unless I feel the need to change that ;D Thank you so much for reading, and reviews are deeply appreciated- I'd like to know how I did with these, if any need editing, etc. Thank you, and I love you! ^___^