21 no way out

The man scrambled out of the building and down the alley, eyes wide, taking heaving breaths. Those two demons had shown up—he'd known they would. White Hair and Eyepatch. He leaned against a wall, gasping to fill his lungs again.

"Hey you," a voice said and he froze as the cool steel of a gun's barrel pressed against his head. "You look pretty pathetic. Shakin' all over and shit. You got any smokes?"

"H-H-H-Here!" the man stuttered and reached into his jacket. But rather than a pack of cigarettes, there was the click of a gun-

Bang.

"Dumb fuck, tryin' to pull that kind of shit," Badou muttered and searched the man's body, "Could've just gotten out a pack and I would've let him go." He lit up, whole posture relaxing and a smile growing on his face. Ah, but then again, maybe there was just no way out for that stupid asshole.

22 the old days

Haine was jarred out of sleep by the sounds of Badou rummaging around for bread, probably. For some reason, the redhead was caught carrying around a loaf of bread fairly often. Haine just rolled his eyes and went on, not mentioning how weird that was.

"G'morning starshine, the Earth says 'hello'!" Badou smirked.

"Shutthefuckup," Haine groaned and dragged himself out to the kitchen to pour himself some coffee, and sat at the (wobbly) table.

"Hey, d'you ever miss the old days?" Badou asked.

"Mm…" Haine knew what he was talking about. The days around the time they first met, when they were still learning what they could and couldn't do, still learning how the world worked and how fucked up and shitty it was. "Yeah, sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"Just sometimes."

23 emotional

Everyone was currently ignoring Badou at Bon Viaggo. Haine had his arms on the table and was resting his head on them (he hadn't slept in two days), Mimi and everyone else was just going about their business.

"I NEED A CIGAREEEETTEEE!!!" Badou wailed, banging his head on the counter, and Haine's arm quite suddenly punched him in the gut.

"Quit whining, it's pathetic," he said, raising his head to glare at Badou.

"B-B-But I really-" Badou continued, with tear filled eyes.

"I'm gonna kick your ass."

24 come ON

"You never fuckin' eat anything!"

"I'm just not hungry," Haine sighed.

"Come ON, Haine, you're anorexic or something!"

"I'm pretty sure I'm not anorexic. I'm not weight conscious. Do you see me weighing myself every five seconds?"

"You're emaciated!"

"Am not, you bastard, I eat."

"When?"

"I ate a few slices of pizza yesterday."

"That's where those went…"

Haine sighed again.

25 chains

Badou hated when they found kids with wrists and ankles bloody from the chains they had been held in. Because you didn't know how long they had been like that, and that they might end up with scars, just like him. But their scars shouldn't be there.

26 action

Haine liked to pause and watch Badou when he was low on nicotine during a battle. It was interesting, seeing him get like that, not to mention he liked to watch because he liked the dangerously unstable glint in that green eye. When they were really a pair of badass motherfuckers from hell. The thought made his sickle smile drift onto his lips as he pulled the trigger.

27 need

Haine slammed him against the apartment wall and kissed him. Badou's hands wandered and touched and both of them needed to be reassured that someone in the world cared whether they lived or died.

Kiss

Touch

Gasp

Hold

Touch

Heat

Need.

28 after a battle

"Haine?" Badou said cautiously, staring down the barrel of Haine's gun. The dog had been completely unleashed and the white-haired man hadn't been able to chain it back up yet. He looked fucking scary, covered in blood, his eyes just emanating a certain glee from the killing.

"Haine, Haine it's me!"

Haine blinked, and started taking deep breaths, slowly calming down, reason returning to his eyes as he lowered the gun.

29 gone

Badou kicked his legs up onto Haine's usual place on his couch. The albino had been gone for three days now. He scowled and tuned the TV on, trying to convince himself that he wasn't really concerned.

30 realistic

They were glaring at each other again.

And Haine, as usual, was so winning, his expressions much more badass than the tranny's.

"C'mon, let's be realistic about this," Badou sighed, "Haine wins, because if you two decide to eve fight it out he can't die. Auto-win. So come on, man, let's go get our fuckin' pizza."

A/N: HAINE BEATS TRANNY ;DDD Just saying. XD Okay, so, the thing about the bread. Peppermint Mocha decided that Badou would just walk around eating bread pretty much all the time, and-and-and- I just had to include it. S-SO THAT WASN'T MY IDEA, it was her's, 'cause she's brilliant like that. I love you, my pumpkin-pie baby. ;D