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shinkirou_hana) wrote2012-12-27 09:55 pm
shinkirou_hana) wrote2012-12-27 09:55 pm
[007a] ;; don't you fucking know what you are
Title: just long enough {Haine side}
Fandom: Dogs: Bullets & Carnage
Pairing: Badou/Haine
Bingo Square/Prompt: getting away from it all
Words: 1500
Rating: T
Warnings: Tons of swearing because these two are angry bitches all the time, talk of death (potentially triggering).
Summary: Little details. Or not.
For the first day or two, Haine doesn't really even notice that Badou's not around; it's not as if they haven't been separated since the day they met four and some odd years ago, after all. Eventually he notices, though, simply because of the silence. Naoto is too busy with some shit to bug him (thank the god he doesn't believe in), and he's been avoiding the church because lately Bishop's been getting more annoying about everything. Even when he does go, it's not like Nil can talk to him, and he always leaves quickly so the fuckin' priest can't talk his goddamn ear off.
It's wandering the streets when he notices it the most. Sure, Badou can be – and often is - fucking agitating, but he's really the only one who ever really talks to Haine without fearing him - the only one who ever treats him completely the same as he treats anyone else, if not a little better. Well, except the Bishop, but Haine hates that creepy fuckin’ woman obsessed man. By the third day, Haine's actually feeling a bit hesitant because how would he know if Badou had gotten kidnapped or some shit? The redhead isn't immortal like him, and isn't all that cautious, either. Haine sits on his couch (to stop himself from pacing, which he'd never admit to because that's a nervous habit and he is not nervous), thinking back, trying to remember if Badou said anything about any jobs he would be taking on, or if he figured he'd get in shit any time soon, but nothing comes to mind.
That means one of a few things have happened: either Haine should pay more attention (pft, yeah right), Badou's been kidnapped (again), he's dead, he went somewhere alone (which basically leads back to option three) or he's just avoiding Haine.
Haine is a little surprised by how much that last option pisses him off.
So he does the only few things he can - calls Mimi and the crew at Buon Viaggio, calls Badou's apartment, and asks Bishop. When none of those things provide any results, Haine admits to himself that he's a little worried - but only to himself. It's not like Badou to leave abruptly without taking someone with him, or at least mentioning that he’s going somewhere, and that means it's most likely the other options - he's gotten kidnapped again, and/or he's dead.
'Good', Haine thinks snidely to himself, 'now I don't have to save his useless ass all the time, and I can keep all the reward money for myself'.
Except, those thoughts don't actually make him feel any better, and they don't stop him from standing up, grabbing his jacket, and heading outside.
- - - - -
The walk to Badou's apartment makes him even more annoyed - if the bastard didn't even manage to leave some sort of sign of if he'd been taken or not, Haine will be pissed. So when he opens (… okay, kicks down) the door, he's surprised to find the male himself standing there, staring at him, looking halfway between surprised and pissed off.
Haine frowned, too used to fighting to just be relieved, "What's that look for?"
"... Seriously? It took you three days to check around to see if anyone knew where I was, and then you finally come looking for clues yourself and you kick my door in, and you don't even look a little relieved to see me, then you ask me what ‘that look’ is for?"
Haine ignores him. "... Have you been here the whole time?"
Badou huffs, knowing that there is no point in staying pissed, though he still sounds agitated when he replies, "No, asshole, I just got back from the middle of fucking nowhere. I was about to go have a shower when you broke my goddamn door down!"
"Your own fucking fault. Next time don't leave without telling anyone where you're going, dumbshit."
Badou pauses, not taking the bait, and Haine can feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise, sensing something bad. "... You were worried."
"Wha- was not, fuck you, if you wanna go out and die on your own, fine by me, just leave a note or some shit so I can let everyone else know."
Of course, Badou brushes the cruel remarks off, grinning like some smarmy mafia boss who'd just captured his enemy. "You were! You were so worried! You came here because you were starting to panic, and -" At the sight of Haine dropping a hand to one of his guns, Badou backpedaled, arms flailing in a gesture of surrender, "- woah, okay, I get it, I'll stop teasing you."
The albino snorts, slamming the now slightly-off door back into it's frame, wandering the rest of the way in and flopping on the redhead's couch.
Badou finally cracks after a minute or two of them just sitting in awkward silence. "... So, uh, I'm fine. Didn't even get shot this time. You can go."
"... Sleeping here." Haine decides on a whim, rolling over so his face is buried in a pillow. Fuck if he wants to talk about it. Yeah, he can admit to himself that he’s glad Badou is fine, but like hell is he gonna say it out loud.
"Eh - on my couch? Right now?” Badou pauses, but upon not receiving an answer, continues, “Whatever, suit yourself. I'm havin' shower so if you use any water I'll fuckin' shoot you in the stomach repeatedly."
"Whatever, prissy bitch, go have your goddamn shower." Haine replied, lifting his head out of the cushion just in time to see Badou flip him off before disappearing around the corner and down the hall. As the sound of running water filles the small apartment, Haine curls up a little more, nuzzling the pillow a bit only to scowl when he finds it smells overwhelming like nicotine and the scent of denim and gunpowder that he has come to associate with Badou. Damn, he can even smell his goddamn useless partner now?
... Still, he’s glad that the redhead didn't need saving again - if he'd had to pursue some random motherfuckers and save Badou’s useless ass, Haine would've just been pissed. But this still leaves him needing to talk to his partner in crime, and if he does it while the other's in the shower, he can escape before Badou can follow him, so he walks into the (unlocked, thankfully) bathroom and casually faces the door.
Sure enough, he can hear the shower curtain's hooks jangling against the rod as the plastic curtain is pulled to the side, "The fuck you doing?"
"... Don't leave without telling me. We had jobs, and… Whatever. Just..." He trails off, and extends a hand to the doorknob, ready to escape, when Badou sighs and says "wait".
Haine is tempted to leave anyway - the tone of Badou's voice is all serious, which means awkward conversations, and fuck he is not up to this right now, but he hesitates just in case it's actually something important.
When Badou doesn't say anything, though, Haine gets a little pissed off and half turns to look over his shoulder, knowing the redhead will at least be half hidden by the shower curtain by now -
- only to find himself being splashed in the face with as much water as Badou's cupped hands can hold. Sputtering indignantly, and really pissed off, Haine reaches for the tap on the sink after rubbing at his face with a nearby hanging towel, but finds a hand grabbing his instead.
He's almost afraid to open his eyes, unknowing of Badou's current state of undress - only to be more than a little surprised to find his head being tugged down to rest in the juncture between the redhead's neck and shoulder. It's almost… comforting, as if he needs shit like that, but suddenly Haine finds himself not minding being able to smell his partner so vividly so much, but he doesn't dare say anything at all, not even a curse. Badou is almost hugging him, but not really, and he doesn't dare return the semi-embrace - only a few seconds that feel like an eternity pass when the Badou male mumbles "Sorry, worrywart" under his breath.
Just like that, the touch is gone and the spell broken as Badou steps away from him and back into the shower. It is awkward, just as Haine had feared it would be, but he knows neither of them will say anything about it, ever. He's just sort of standing there, staring at the wall, when Badou apparently reaches the end of his tolerance, gets agitated and huffs, "Now get out, you reek like wet dog."
Haine’s eye twitches in anger and he jerks the hot tap all the way up on his way out.
Badou's shrill scream is worth it, even if he'll shoot him later.
Fandom: Dogs: Bullets & Carnage
Pairing: Badou/Haine
Bingo Square/Prompt: getting away from it all
Words: 1500
Rating: T
Warnings: Tons of swearing because these two are angry bitches all the time, talk of death (potentially triggering).
Summary: Little details. Or not.
For the first day or two, Haine doesn't really even notice that Badou's not around; it's not as if they haven't been separated since the day they met four and some odd years ago, after all. Eventually he notices, though, simply because of the silence. Naoto is too busy with some shit to bug him (thank the god he doesn't believe in), and he's been avoiding the church because lately Bishop's been getting more annoying about everything. Even when he does go, it's not like Nil can talk to him, and he always leaves quickly so the fuckin' priest can't talk his goddamn ear off.
It's wandering the streets when he notices it the most. Sure, Badou can be – and often is - fucking agitating, but he's really the only one who ever really talks to Haine without fearing him - the only one who ever treats him completely the same as he treats anyone else, if not a little better. Well, except the Bishop, but Haine hates that creepy fuckin’ woman obsessed man. By the third day, Haine's actually feeling a bit hesitant because how would he know if Badou had gotten kidnapped or some shit? The redhead isn't immortal like him, and isn't all that cautious, either. Haine sits on his couch (to stop himself from pacing, which he'd never admit to because that's a nervous habit and he is not nervous), thinking back, trying to remember if Badou said anything about any jobs he would be taking on, or if he figured he'd get in shit any time soon, but nothing comes to mind.
That means one of a few things have happened: either Haine should pay more attention (pft, yeah right), Badou's been kidnapped (again), he's dead, he went somewhere alone (which basically leads back to option three) or he's just avoiding Haine.
Haine is a little surprised by how much that last option pisses him off.
So he does the only few things he can - calls Mimi and the crew at Buon Viaggio, calls Badou's apartment, and asks Bishop. When none of those things provide any results, Haine admits to himself that he's a little worried - but only to himself. It's not like Badou to leave abruptly without taking someone with him, or at least mentioning that he’s going somewhere, and that means it's most likely the other options - he's gotten kidnapped again, and/or he's dead.
'Good', Haine thinks snidely to himself, 'now I don't have to save his useless ass all the time, and I can keep all the reward money for myself'.
Except, those thoughts don't actually make him feel any better, and they don't stop him from standing up, grabbing his jacket, and heading outside.
- - - - -
The walk to Badou's apartment makes him even more annoyed - if the bastard didn't even manage to leave some sort of sign of if he'd been taken or not, Haine will be pissed. So when he opens (… okay, kicks down) the door, he's surprised to find the male himself standing there, staring at him, looking halfway between surprised and pissed off.
Haine frowned, too used to fighting to just be relieved, "What's that look for?"
"... Seriously? It took you three days to check around to see if anyone knew where I was, and then you finally come looking for clues yourself and you kick my door in, and you don't even look a little relieved to see me, then you ask me what ‘that look’ is for?"
Haine ignores him. "... Have you been here the whole time?"
Badou huffs, knowing that there is no point in staying pissed, though he still sounds agitated when he replies, "No, asshole, I just got back from the middle of fucking nowhere. I was about to go have a shower when you broke my goddamn door down!"
"Your own fucking fault. Next time don't leave without telling anyone where you're going, dumbshit."
Badou pauses, not taking the bait, and Haine can feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise, sensing something bad. "... You were worried."
"Wha- was not, fuck you, if you wanna go out and die on your own, fine by me, just leave a note or some shit so I can let everyone else know."
Of course, Badou brushes the cruel remarks off, grinning like some smarmy mafia boss who'd just captured his enemy. "You were! You were so worried! You came here because you were starting to panic, and -" At the sight of Haine dropping a hand to one of his guns, Badou backpedaled, arms flailing in a gesture of surrender, "- woah, okay, I get it, I'll stop teasing you."
The albino snorts, slamming the now slightly-off door back into it's frame, wandering the rest of the way in and flopping on the redhead's couch.
Badou finally cracks after a minute or two of them just sitting in awkward silence. "... So, uh, I'm fine. Didn't even get shot this time. You can go."
"... Sleeping here." Haine decides on a whim, rolling over so his face is buried in a pillow. Fuck if he wants to talk about it. Yeah, he can admit to himself that he’s glad Badou is fine, but like hell is he gonna say it out loud.
"Eh - on my couch? Right now?” Badou pauses, but upon not receiving an answer, continues, “Whatever, suit yourself. I'm havin' shower so if you use any water I'll fuckin' shoot you in the stomach repeatedly."
"Whatever, prissy bitch, go have your goddamn shower." Haine replied, lifting his head out of the cushion just in time to see Badou flip him off before disappearing around the corner and down the hall. As the sound of running water filles the small apartment, Haine curls up a little more, nuzzling the pillow a bit only to scowl when he finds it smells overwhelming like nicotine and the scent of denim and gunpowder that he has come to associate with Badou. Damn, he can even smell his goddamn useless partner now?
... Still, he’s glad that the redhead didn't need saving again - if he'd had to pursue some random motherfuckers and save Badou’s useless ass, Haine would've just been pissed. But this still leaves him needing to talk to his partner in crime, and if he does it while the other's in the shower, he can escape before Badou can follow him, so he walks into the (unlocked, thankfully) bathroom and casually faces the door.
Sure enough, he can hear the shower curtain's hooks jangling against the rod as the plastic curtain is pulled to the side, "The fuck you doing?"
"... Don't leave without telling me. We had jobs, and… Whatever. Just..." He trails off, and extends a hand to the doorknob, ready to escape, when Badou sighs and says "wait".
Haine is tempted to leave anyway - the tone of Badou's voice is all serious, which means awkward conversations, and fuck he is not up to this right now, but he hesitates just in case it's actually something important.
When Badou doesn't say anything, though, Haine gets a little pissed off and half turns to look over his shoulder, knowing the redhead will at least be half hidden by the shower curtain by now -
- only to find himself being splashed in the face with as much water as Badou's cupped hands can hold. Sputtering indignantly, and really pissed off, Haine reaches for the tap on the sink after rubbing at his face with a nearby hanging towel, but finds a hand grabbing his instead.
He's almost afraid to open his eyes, unknowing of Badou's current state of undress - only to be more than a little surprised to find his head being tugged down to rest in the juncture between the redhead's neck and shoulder. It's almost… comforting, as if he needs shit like that, but suddenly Haine finds himself not minding being able to smell his partner so vividly so much, but he doesn't dare say anything at all, not even a curse. Badou is almost hugging him, but not really, and he doesn't dare return the semi-embrace - only a few seconds that feel like an eternity pass when the Badou male mumbles "Sorry, worrywart" under his breath.
Just like that, the touch is gone and the spell broken as Badou steps away from him and back into the shower. It is awkward, just as Haine had feared it would be, but he knows neither of them will say anything about it, ever. He's just sort of standing there, staring at the wall, when Badou apparently reaches the end of his tolerance, gets agitated and huffs, "Now get out, you reek like wet dog."
Haine’s eye twitches in anger and he jerks the hot tap all the way up on his way out.
Badou's shrill scream is worth it, even if he'll shoot him later.