Scenery

Badou knows there isn't much to look at from his apartment window, but the more he watches, the more he realizes, Haine is the only scenery he really needs to get by.

Sky High

Sometimes he'll catch Haine staring at the tower off in the distance. A blank look on his face, and looking as if he were forever lost in the memories Badou knew plagued his mind, he wonders what the albino sees when he stares at that tower.

Because the only thing he sees is a sky high monument to pain and torment.

Commands

When Haine is asleep, or on the verge of a frail dream, Badou can often get the dog within him to obey simple commands. His favorite, without argue, is stay.

Journey

It's a long and dangerous road the travel, along the tunnels of steel and grime. But they know that at the end of each tunnel, there is a light. And though they haven't yet reached the end of some tunnels, they always know the lights at the end of each will always be there, waiting for their arrival

Claim

Haine was a paradox. Forever in a limbo, caught between the red, murderous heat of summer, and the chilled white frost of winter, he danced the line of life and death, teasing both sides to make a grasp at him.

As of yet, no side had yet laid claim to him.

Chill

When winter came, and the warmth of the city dwindled, Haine was always more than happy to oblige to Badou's requests to "share body heat". Not only was in an excuse to spend time with him, but he also found that it not only ebbed the chill in his body, but also ebbed the chill in his heart.

Sun

When Haine walked alone, he would often tune out the simple chatter of the masses around him. Reduced to his own thoughts, he would wander aimlessly until he came upon something of interest. And one day, he came upon something of such great value it surprised even him.

He found the sun.

But it was the sun held in a small flower that caught his attention. On a small back street he found it, a lone daffodil. Glowing yellow with enough heart to put the sun to shame, he was so stunned upon seeing it there that he stopped in his tracks. Unable to deny it's small charm, he smiled to himself.

A sun steeped in shadows, but whose glow was still brighter than any darkness could ever overthrow.

Ticklish

Haine was choked with undeniable laughter, holding his stomach and trying not to cry from his position on the floor. The sight before him was worthy of a comedy in and of itself, and he could hardly believe it was happening.

Badou, of all people, had fallen at the hands of Nill.

Literally, fallen, because Nill, of all people, had found his ticklish spot.

And currently was abusing it to the point of sadistic torture. Or what a five-foot-tall angel girl could be capable of as far as cruel sadism went. But in all reality, it looked as if her merciless tickling would leave bruises on the poor red head's side.

Halloween

Badou always had the grandest time making fun of Haine on Halloween. Mostly because he always managed to get the albino into a leather-bound, studded, dog costume. Complete with collar and dog tags, imprinted with "Property of Badou Nails: BACK OFF."

Reindeer

The only festive decoration Badou put up for Christmas was a wreath on his door. But despite the lack of festive decoration, the two boys would always get into holiday discussions. And as always, they would always get into the discussion about Santa Claus. Badou, still youthful in his mentality, said that the jolly old man did in fact exist, and delivered presents to anyone but them.

Because really, they had been naughty boys.

Haine on the other hand, didn't really care for the matter. What he did care for, however, was the idea of reindeer jerkey. And much to the dismay of Badou, that Christmas the albino had his eyes continually glued to the sky, looking for a tell tale meal on the fly.

Coffee

"Holy shit man! THIS IS LIKE LEGAL CRACK!" Badou shrieked as he finished his tenth quad-shot breve latte, shaking like a epileptic man introduced to the magic of disco balls.

Haine could only shake his head, hoping to god that this new addiction wouldn't be permanent.

Because if it was, at the rate Badou was drinking his monthly wages away, the redhead would be more than likely moving in whith him by the end of the week because of lack of rent money.

Sometimes fate was a bitch.

Family

There were two things in his life he knew that he didn't need. One, a lover. And two, a family.

At random days during the week Haine would get the feeling that his heart was aching. He knew then that it was because of one of the things he knew he didn't need. And as usual when he was down, he would sneak into Badou's apartment and fall asleep on the red head's bed, even if said red head was not home, and simply out drinking again.

As he slept that night, he failed to notice the red head come in during the small hours of the morning. But the red head did notice the fact that there were tear streaks down the albino's alabaster face, shining in the light of the moonlight slanting through the windows.

Quietly crawling into the bed, he curled up around his companion, falling asleep quickly and hoping death would not greet him the next morning.

Haine woke the next morning, unknowing that during his rest he had shown such emotion. Upon seeing the red head, sleeping gently against his chest, he couldn't help but smile. That day, he let Badou cuddle with him, and admitted that both of the things he thought he didn't need, he already had.

Cost

More often than not, one of the two teens needed food. Badou the majority of the time. During one such event, in which Haine was unable to wrangle the chain smoker into buying his own goddamn groceries, Badou had cornered him with the undeniable trump card that he was sick.

Besides the mental illness he had anyway.

So, Haine unquestioningly went to the local supermarket, purchased the listed food items and over the counter drugs, and returned to the ailing man's apartment.

For a week the albino cared for the man, silent as he always was, reserving his acumen for when it would actually bother the photographer.

At the end of Badou's short-lived sickness, he sat up in bed, fully clothed and sentient for the first time in days. Looking to Haine, he sighed, beginning to remove his shirt with an irked expression on his face.

All the while, Haine was grinning ear to ear.

He never did things for free.