81 anniversary

Haine stared at the edge of the building, across the horizon, and then down at the people below him.

It had been so long. So long since he had crawled out of the lab, numb, covered in blood, and oddly fragile- anything could have broken him at that particular point in time.

But he lifted his gaze back to the horizon.

82 coming home

Haine opened the door to the apartment and froze.

Badou stood holding a mixing bowl and was stirring dough, apparently chocolate chip cookie dough, hair pulled up out of his way, and to top it off, wore a pink 'kiss the cook' apron.

"Hey, Honey-buns," the redhead smirked.

"You... are so fucked up."

"Aw, don't be like that! I'm makin' cookies goddammit!," he said and Haine just walked past as Badou took a bite of his loaf of bread.

"So, so fucked up..." Haine muttered again and flopped on the couch.

83 chaos

"Come on, Haine, be serious!" Giovanni screamed as bullets and blood flew through the air, a wild grin on his face.

Haine narrowed his eyes and reloaded, his next bullets cutting through the man's shoulder, but laughter just echoed around him. Adrenaline seared through his veins, and Giovanni laughed harder, chaos continuing to roil across the pavement.

84 fashion

"Do you have a single shirt that doesn't have bullet holes or blood on it?" Badou asked.

Haine just shrugged, "Maybe one..."

"Oh you crazy fucker, you have to have some outfit that doesn't look like you actually died in it!"

"Most of the blood comes out... usually..." Haine scratched the back of his neck. Apparently Badou had spent too much time around Bishop if he was worrying about appearances in this shitty place.

85 ocean

"What d'you think the ocean looks like?" Haine asked, kicking his legs up on the (wobbly, almost broken) coffee table as Badou kept trying to find something to watch (on all of their five channels. Whoop-dee-fuckin-doo) and ate his loaf of bread.

"I dunno. It's probably full of some nasty shit. Like... radioactive sharks or somethin'," he said dispassionately, taking a drag on his cigarette. Haine smirked.

"Yeah, probably."

86 drunken

It had, admittedly, been a long day for them.

Haine had borrowed a pair of Badou's pajamas (a set of red plaid flannel pants and a black shirt) and Badou was in his favorite (a purple shirt and Darth Vader pants). He dragged himself over to the fridge and took out a bottle of vodka for Haine and a few beers for himself. Haine was always a bad person to drink with, because it took more for him to get drunk, and he didn't get hangovers.

But after said alcohol had been downed, they were laughing about what a bitch Naoto was and how Bishop was a pervert who was probably fucking people in the confessional, and how Haine wanted to run a car off a roof like Jason Bourne. Really, really badly.

And the next morning, Badou dragged himself out of the bedroom, moaning in pain, to find Haine drinking some (shitty) coffee.

"Good morning, Princess," Haine smirked and kicked a trashcan in Badou's direction as he noted the man's face paling considerably.

87 rape

Haine slammed him into the wall.

"C'mon, kitty, didn't you want to play?"

88 bunny

Badou couldn't help but chuckle at the face Nill was making as Bishop put a pair of pink bunny ears on her.

"Ohhhhhh isn't she adoooorable?" the priest beamed, but Nill frowned and took them off.

Haine shook his head, rolling his eyes.

89 breakfast

Badou had figured out the secret to making Haine eat when he hadn't in a while. The dog was already too thin, and fuck, he wasn't into necrophilia. But that secret was-

Bacon.

Badou put it in the pan and it sizzled, and he could practically count down how long it would take for Haine to wander out of the bedroom.

"You making bacon?" Haine asked, as he half stumbled into the room, clearly not fully awake yet, rubbing his eyes.

"Yup, sure am, babe," Badou said and flipped it, smirking. Success.

Haine walked over and snatched all the bacon out of the pan and stuffed a piece in his mouth.

"Oh you bastard! I made a few for me too, goddammit!" Badou whined, but put more in the pan.

90 eventually

"Ready?" Haine asked. Nill nodded, the almost fully grown bird in her hands. They stood on the roof of the church on a surprisingly almost sunny morning. Nill had Haine's coat on, since it was a little chilly out, and that damn priest had just given her some flouncy frilly thing that wasn't warm at all. It was pretty big on her, but it was warmer.

Nill beamed and lifted her hands and opened them. The bird leaped out of her hands, flapped its wings- and fell. But Nill picked it up again so it didn't hop away, and the little bird tried again.

"I guess it'll have to learn," he said, and Nill nodded, pulling the jacket closer.

Three mornings later, when Nill opened her hands, the bird jumped, flapped his wings and flew- flew far away.

Nill's smile was sad- but so happy. Happy that Haine had helped her teach it how to fly. She took his hand and traced two words into his palm.

Thank you

"C'mon, let's get inside, it's cold up here," he said and guided her back down, a small smile on his face as well.

A/N: Wow, again, it's been a while. But omg, my computer works again! FINALLY. I just was able to get on it yesterday, so I ought to be able to start posting the last few of these. ;D I'M EXCITED. I'm pretty proud of actually finishing all of these, but they were so damn fun to do with these two badass motherfuckers, y'know?