DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANYTHING from the DOGS: Howling in the Dark or the DOGS: Bullets & Carnage series! Repeat, I own NOTHING! Nothing at all!
NOTE: This story will contain YAOI. If you don't like it, don't read it!
Alright so this is my first time writing a fanfiction like this... or at all really. So, reviews and comments are definitely appreciated and encouraged! This will hopefully turn into a series of stories following the perhaps developing relationship between my two most favorite characters in most of all anime... Haine Rammsteiner and Badou Nails. Now... on with the story!
I did have a bit of Writer's Block on this chapter so bare with me, I tried my best...Hope you like it! Please leave a review if you have the time! :D
- CHAPTER 2 -
Bright, golden sunlight slowly rose throughout the church as morning fell upon the world. Smoke swirled from a single spot near the front of the church, as Badou sat calmly on one of the pews, having one of many of his morning smokes. He leaned his head back in what seemed like ecstasy as he took puffs from that cigarette.
Bishop stood near the giant statue of Jesus, staring straight ahead of him, blindly. "Where's Haine, anyway?" he questioned, wondering why the albino was so late to arrive that morning. Badou shrugged nonchalantly.
"We drank a shitload last night, he's probably shooting something up to get rid of his hangover." Badou suggested, a slight mocking tone to his voice. Even behind his tinted glasses, one could easily imagine the confused, eyebrow-raised look Bishop had on his face.
"The two most dangerous men went out drinking last night, and the shooting up of things only comes the next morning? That doesn't seem quite right." Bishop muttered just loud enough for Badou to hear. The red head reacted with a scowl that, luckily, the blind man couldn't see.
Suddenly, the church's doors banged open. Haine had arrived.
"Finally, Haine! I was waiting nearly an hour for you to get here. What the fuck were you even doing back there?" Badou said, leaning over the church pew to watch him storm down the isle. Haine didn't answer his question, nor did he even give him a single glance. Badou tilted his head slightly, confused. "Why in hell are you pissed off - "
Badou didn't quite finish before Haine landed a powerful punch against the back of Badou's head. The red head didn't yell, but he did grasp the back of his head with his hands and bend over in absolute agony. A tiny smile slithered onto Haine's lips, before it quickly disappeared.
"GODDAMMIT, HAINE!" Badou shouted, raising his head slightly to look at Haine angrily. His eyes were starting to tear up from the pain. Haine ignored him, and continued to walk towards Bishop.
"Where's Nill?" Haine asked, after looking around the church hall to see that Nill was nowhere to be found.
"Still asleep." Bishop answered Haine's question calmly, keen to move onto other matters of business. "Anyway, Haine. I have something for the two of you to do." Haine winced slightly.
"The two of us?" Haine groaned.
"You and Badou. Here, " Bishop handed Haine a sealed envelope, "that should explain what you have to do quite clearly." Haine slid open the sealed letter, and began to read it. It didn't take him long to go through it, as it was a brief request.
"What, we're assassins now? This isn't my fucking area. It isn't Badou's either." Haine said with a slightly raised voice. Bishop looked at the albino with an irritated expression, as though asking him if he really was that bothered about it.
Haine wasn't actually that bothered about it. In truth, Haine just didn't want to be on a mission with Badou so soon after what happened the previous night. If he could, he would avoid the guy forever, but sadly he knew that this wasn't possible. When Bishop gave Haine a serious look, he knew that he'd have to give in though.
"Fine. We'll do it. Tonight." Haine muttered shortly, regretting every word.
Haine and Badou both stood, armed, by a large metal door. It was the entrance to a large family compound who's head they had been asked to conveniently, and accidentally, send to hospital before a payment from the requesting family would occur the next day. Haine hated these types of missions, and that's why he was simply assisting with disabling his enemies, as this was way more of Badou's style and area of expertise.
Haine was extremely uncomfortable. He wasn't keen on being alone with the guy so soon after last night's incident, but he underestimated the discomfort he would feel. He never thought it was possible to feel so awkward around anyone before tonight, and now he was proven wrong. Badou stared at Haine, frustration making its way onto his face.
"Why did you have to separate me from my cigarettes?" Badou said, his voice a little shaky from withdrawal.
"It's better that way." Haine said shortly.
"Oh right, so you can turn me into the killing machine so you don't have to do any of the fucking work, right? I get it, I get it." Badou hissed, his grip tightening on his gun. Haine just stared at him. "Alright, alright! Can we just get this over with so I can have a smoke?" shortly after Badou had finished his sentence, Haine was already starting his attempt at knocking the metal door down. Badou joined him, both kicking the door with all of their strength.
Finally, and amazingly, the door came down with a large bang, and residents to the large family compound could be heard waking up, questioning the noise.
"Alright, on three, we go." Badou said to Haine, raising his hand that was holding up three fingers. "One…" he lowered one finger. "Two…" he lowered another, and before he could take another breath in to utter "three", Haine jumped out from behind the wall and headed towards the front door of the giant mansion, his gun out in front of him, as people started to open their windows with gun in hand, bombarding Haine with bullets that didn't even come close to touching him.
"HAINE! H – WHAT THE FUUUUUCK HAINE!" Badou screamed at Haine's back, as he too came from his cover from behind the wall, and ran towards the mansion, his arms over his head.
Haine was already inside the gigantic building, swiftly shooting anyone who aimed a gun at him. Nobody was a match for him. Even if he was shot, he just shook it off, barely feeling a thing. It seemed like he and Badou were on a roll, mowing down these compound thugs as though they were nothing. But it wasn't long before they started to assemble together in a very uncoordinated fashion and soon, Haine and Badou were highly outnumbered. And before Haine and Badou could begin their massacre of the huge number of thugs, a large guy came from an angle they weren't expecting, and before they knew it, everything went black and they were knocked out cold.
Haine awoke slowly, his eyes opening to see a barren, musty room. He was bound to a chair, his hands tied behind the chair's back. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly the most comfortable of positions. He heard Badou waking up with groans behind him, who was bound to an identical chair. The chairs were tied together with a thick rope that went around both of the assassins and their chairs. Haine sighed.
"Wonderful, we got ourselves in this kind of situation. Great work, Badou." Haine said, a scowl beginning to make itself comfortable on his face.
"How the hell is this my fault? You're the one who rushed in without letting anyone know!" Badou complained, trying to wriggle his way out of his bindings, and failing miserably. Haine bowed his head, disappointed in how his life was going to come to an end, tied to a chair behind a miserable guy like Badou. A long silence ensued, making the musty room seem even more bland than it was when they woke up.
"Um…" Badou said, sounding rather timid.
"What?" Haine spat, getting more and more irritated by this situation. He never wanted to be on a mission like this with Badou, and now they were like this. Fate was having fun making his life a misery.
"About last night." Said Badou. Haine was shocked. Could Badou have possibly remembered what happened the previous night?
"What about it…?" Haine said, being careful in how he chose his wording, making sure he didn't sound like his fast-beating heart was coming through in his words. What was this?
"I remembered…I remembered everything. It came back to me...while I was unconscious." Badou continued. Haine said nothing. "I…I um…I don't quite know what happened there…what I tried to do to you, I mean. I guess I was more drunk than I remember."
"Fucking right you were." Haine said, looking down at his knees. There was another long silence. "What are you trying to say, Badou?" Haine finally said, gazing out of the corner of his eye. With his peripheral vision, he could see Badou's long red hair. His head was bowed too.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what the fuck I was trying to do. I'm sorry." Said Badou, shortly. Haine looked up at the ceiling.
"Whatever. Let's just try to get out of this shit that we've got ourselves into." Said Haine, trying to dismiss what Badou said.
"Right." Said Badou, as he started to wriggle again. Haine then realized something.
"Badou, there's a knife in my back pocket, if you can reach it, you can cut me out." Badou made a noise of agreement, and began feeling around Haine's lower back with the little motion he was able to use with his bound hands. "Fuck, Badou! My back pocket is pretty fucking easy to find, you don't have to search my whole fucking back for the thing!" Haine shouted, not appreciating the feeling of Badou's fingers trailing around his back. They stopped trailing, and dived into Haine's back pocket, searching for the knife. Badou grabbed the tip of the knife with two fingers, and carefully lifted it out of the pocket. When he got a better grip of it, he started making the motions to cut the bounds that held Haine's hands together.
After a while of attempting to slice the bounds off, Badou finally succeeded, and Haine rushed to untie the rope that was tied around his torso. He then stood up from his chair and went around to free Badou. He undid the red-head's hands first, and when they were done he attempted to untie the rope around his chest.
"Haine…" Badou said in a very quiet voice.
"I'm untying them as fast as I can, don't complain."
"Haine."
"I told you I'm doing it!"
"Haine!"
"WHAT?"
The rope fell to the floor, and Badou instantly grabbed Haine's arms. Badou stood up from the chair, and ran towards the wall, Haine clasped tightly in his hands. Haine's back pounded against the wall, and Badou pinned his wrists up above his head. Badou slammed his lips to Haine's, attempting to force them open. Haine struggled against Badou's hands, but he was too strong. But when Badou finally succeeded in worming his tongue passed Haine's tightly closed lips, he ceased his struggle. Haine could feel Badou smiling against his mouth, as he maneuvered his tongue gently around Haine's mouth, stroking Haine's own tongue with a soft, careful touch.
Haine's arms then loosened, but Badou didn't let go of his wrists. Haine started to kiss Badou back, thrusting his tongue into Badou's mouth, letting the two flexible muscles perform a competition with each other for dominance. But luckily, after a while, the kiss became less of a battle, and more of a dance. They stayed like that for a while, until Badou finally broke the kiss, and bowed his head. He let it fall onto Haine's chest as he panted, not being able to take a proper breath since the kiss started.
"Badou…my arms…are hurting…" Haine said, in between pants of his own, trying to catch his breath. Badou let go of Haine's arms, and they both slid to the floor. Badou moved to sit by Haine's side, leaning his back against the wall, as did Haine. They both had no idea what had just happened, and it was clear that they had both already started regretting it.
"Badou…" said Haine.
"Yeah…?" the red head replied carefully.
"What the fuck just happened?"