91 scar
Haine stared at his perfectly unmarked chest, not one scar besides the ones around the collar on his neck and his back. He scowled and went into the bedroom.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Badou asked, his emerald eye following the albino across the room.
"Nothing."
"Hey, fucker, don't be a piss off. What's wrong?"
"I… kind of wish that I could scar."
Badou's eye widened a little, and he draped his arms around Haine.
"I've got enough for both of us," he whispered as Haine, with a pale finger, traced a scar across his shoulder.
92 redesign
There were times when Haine thought too much about what might be happening in that hellhole.
Worried about what had evolved.
93 fast
The world was moving faster than they could handle. Too much happened. Haine wanted to trudge onward to break through this fucking shit, but Badou-
He just wanted it to stop.
94 blood
Haine hated watching it run down the drain, swirling, the life of someone else and himself blended together. Not that he held life to be all that precious anymore. It was just too fragile. He let the scalding hot water run over his body as he sat in it, the water beneath him red.
95 sparkle
"I didn't wrap it or anything but…"
It was exactly a year since they had found Nill, when they (Bishop) decided they would celebrate her birthday. The petite girl opened the box—the very last gift, from Haine—and gasped as something silver shone in the light filtered from the stained glass windows.
"Aw, why don't you buy me expensive shit like that?"
"You are shit, that's why."
"Hey, bastard, you're fuckin-"
"Boys, not in the church!"
"You're a fuckin' awful priest anyway!"
Nill, however, was much more focused with slipping the charm bracelet on her thin, pale wrist. Each charm was a little silver bird in flight.
Badou had gotten her the best chocolates he could find, and Bishop, of course, a new dress. But Nill hadn't expected anyone, least of all Haine.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly to convey her thanks, beaming. The silver sparkled in the soft light, the charms jingling sweetly.
96 x (marks the spot)
Haine shivered as Badou traced an 'x' on his chest, lanky arms wrapped around him in a possessive sort of way.
"'X' marks the spot, babe," he said, licking up his back.
97 identity
Badou had too many secrets, but then, didn't they all?
But one in particular was long past time to tell, and now, he knew that he never would, never could.
He remembered, when he was younger and tagging along with his brother, there had been a boy. A boy he sometimes played with, one who everyone said brought bad luck because of his name. A boy with messy white hair and incredibly pale skin, and bright red eyes. He had been serious, but eager to learn, and always liked a good game of cards with Badou and his brother.
Azrael.
His mother had died giving birth to him, and his father had raised him, hating him, naming him after the angel of death.
The first time he met Haine, he knew that it was not Azrael- or was it? He had watched the young man standing over who-knew-who-it-was' body that had been ripped to shreds, blood driping from his hands, and all he could think was that maybe they had been right. Maybe this was the angel of death.
A/N: Yes, you're probably thinking OMG WHERE'S 98? Buuuuuut *eyebrow waggle* dun worry! I spent five pages on '98 move' for a spectacular reason ;DDD It'll be up soon, my lovelies. Pahahahahahaha, I filled up my fanfiction notebook, and now I have to use a Hello Kitty one. XDDDD That makes me giggle. ANYWAY. Hope you all enjoyed reading these, and the remainder shall be up soon! I promise!
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