[Thread] Mhmm...

[vicious_solace]

Who: Heine Rammsteiner [bulletdog], Mello [vicious_solace] [Closed?]
Where: At a bar? :P
When: 10:46PM 27/11/07
What: Mello just found out that B is free and he'll go batshit crazy and it's Mello and Heine so what the hell do you expect? xD
Rating: R

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[bulletdog]

No he would not. Heine would be the one returning the favor tonight

[vicious_solace]

How about your head along with B's on a platter?

But he wouldn't say it as he flexed his fingers and focused on the transparent glass which held the intoxicating liquid.

Something was... off. Not the sudden realisation that B was free or one of his moronic slaves was proud of himself even though that was a fucking rare site to see but something was hidden, something was rotten and it wasn't the rage or violent impulses that made Mello's grin widen. There was something in the air of this bar that made Mello's heart throb violently with each passing second, maybe if he could just kill Heine now and have it over and done with then maybe he would be fucking satisfied, maybe it could show as a goddamn warning to that jam-devouring cunt of who was superior and that Mello was fucking serious to show that this wasn't a fucking game anymore

[bulletdog]

Maybe being caged for a good year brought him down a lot. Heine did not belong in small spaces, in confined corners, behind restrictions and invisible bars. He only lacked the massive amounts of drugs and the strait jacket. Other than that Heine was in something quite similar to B's situation all year as well, and not anymore. He didn't belong to Beyond. He chose to stand beside him like he chose to, and foolishly believed, try and save him. Heine's mind was not something easily manipulated as contrary to what had been seen as of lately. He was not a belonging to anyone.. contrary to what laid around his neck.

Heine shifted but it wasn't a move of discomfort. A boot was brought up to prop against the ledge about ten inched from the ground. Let this bastard try and kill him, try. Heine could list off five million ways he could finish this bastard right now, and each one of them would take less than five seconds, with lead and without. What did this fucking shit know about prices? The albino said nothing to it, he didn't even show a

[vicious_solace]

What the fuck was Heine talking about? Past being the past and oh shit! Look there is the present with a fucking serial killer on the loose in which Heine helped released, maybe B would shoot him in the back this time and save Mello the trouble of doing it himself. Was he with a bunch of fucking idiots, this was bullshit and he couldn't help but to clench his fist even tighter, was Heine even offering something? A invitation to join them or some crap like that but why in the world would Mello even do that, it seemed illogical for Mello to join a side of a murder plot which almost killed his idol. Mello didn't belong to anyone either but he did think Heine was just a dog that followed B around and licked the ground beneath him and that mental image was just to disgusting to stay in Mello's mind anymore

[bulletdog]

Fuck if he could read Mello's mind. Oh shit there was a wanna be gunman and a fucking rougue assassin sitting almost hip by hip drinking whiskey and probably going to fight and maybe kill one another. And that guy behind the bar sells heroine to street whores. There's a hooker in the back of the bar and three, four well known business names passing through town to get to the next largest city wasting dough on cocain and alcohol. All in one little cozy and quaint town. The town of White Ridge

[vicious_solace]

Heine must have been that fucking proud f himself for the act of saving the damsel in distress but it would last long as Mello was so sick and tired playing a game of charades and sit next to a fuckhead like he had no worry in the goddamn world and the irritation was clearing showing but he was able to hide it slightly behind his grin but even that wouldn't last long enough as soon his patient would run out and he knew that everything will bring this quaint little town to ruin, that is what fools like Heine and B and Mello himself were made for after all.

Mello wouldn't even give a fuck if he was caught by killing Heine and B and even Karin for the fun of it, shit he would take on all the police before going into hiding. Go to some underground organization and hide out for a few fucking years, atleast he would be fucking satisfied that he could bring on his own damn idea of justice on those cunts. Mello was sick of hearing it, how he was so-called another version of B because deep down he knew it was true and fuck it hurt but he

[bulletdog]

No, idiot. Heine tipped his hear to the side and leaned in. Leather fingers wrapped around the zipper of a leather coat and tugged it forward. He could hear that sound even through the music and the people. Large red hues glared but he didn't look angry. He looked almost anamalistic. Something Mello probably hadn't seen in him before. Something B had. Near the very beginning when he first got here. It was just a flicker but it was there. He was sure even moreso now that he knew more about B that Beyond had caught it. L knew too. There was someone around here at one point or another that knew him. This wasn't shocking. Anyone who had ears and connections knew one nammed Heine Rammsteiner. It wasn't an uncommon name. Apparently Mello if he really did dig around in undergroud territory was merely fucking amateur.

What Heine was saying was: You don't know who I fucking am princess, or what I am. And you wouldn't even begin to understand what horror is. What Heine was saying was: You don't want to fuck with me, and you don't want to fuck

[vicious_solace]

As soon as he drew the metal object from the hoister Mello felt gloved fingers wrapping around his own shirt and pulled closely to the albino but that smirk on his face didn't eliminate itself, no matter what the conditions were, no matter if he was on the ground bleeding to death or if his face was beaten into the cement but no, he wouldn't go if he didn't fulfil what he vowed to do and god be damned if he couldn't do so. Of course Mello wasn't stupid enough to dig his fangs into B's guard dog when that idiot was somewhere sitting in the dark corner of anywhere and waiting for his own chance to come out with a devilish smirk and jam dripping from his lips like the vulgar animal he is

[bulletdog]

Heine laughed a small and short laugh when Mello tried to get one up on him by standing. Leave yourself more exposed. You're making this easy. He was pushing all of the right buttons and at this rate Mello might end up doing something stupid that would get himself killed, and Heine would have had nothing to do with it. His fingers didn't unfascine in the least when the blond moved over him pulling the same manouvor as he just did. Like he couldn't duck from a fucking stool.

Just try. Just try and you'll be on your back.

Heine was flaunting his power, and that much was obvious. Mello had no where to turn. He could try and talk. He could throw punches. He could sit and drink, and they could drink and throw punches. Heine didn't care. At any moment this fuck would go flying. He tugged the man down almost over one knee and nudged his nose against the shell of his ear.

"Than play your cards and lets gamble."

[vicious_solace]

Sure, Mello would be on his back but he would bring that fucking albino down with him like their shitty encounter on their room on the first day that Mello came back. yeah, Mello was reckless, he never fucking thought before doing and that did get him into deep shit but even that in itself was exciting and soon enough he took his other hand away from the stool, he could sense the German's demeanour now as he felt cold flesh meeting his ear, fucking annoying but why not play a little longer because false flirtations were never enough, right?

Slowly Mello took his hand from that leather shirt and let it travel up Heine's chest before wrapping his leather-cladded fingers around the albino's slender neck and he pulled his head away only so he could see his own blue eyes reflected in red and he let his mouth turn into a sneer. He couldn't care right now as to what would happen, Mello wasn't going to do something so stupid as to be a threat but he wasn't going to be fucking pulled down either, he just wanted to know one fucking thing;

[bulletdog]

Heine snorted a little. What exactly was this guy trying to do? Play him one over? That wouldn't work out so well. It clearly wasn't working out so well. The albino smirked and pulled back a piece of his own white locks. His body shifted as if he was welcoming this tease. Mello was always annoyed. Everything made him angry it seemed. How suitingly alike.

"Thats your call babe," he didn't bother moving from this position and instead removed his hand from the leather jacket and to his drink casual as ever.

[short D:]

[vicious_solace]

Mello sneered in return. Heine pissed him off, everything pissed him off and Mello squeezed Heine's neck, only a little bit, not as if he would snap those bones in front of everyone because that was just fucking stupid but Mello couldn't miss such a opportunity. Soon enough he unwrapped his fingers from the German and gave him a rough shove before slumping back on his own stool and ordering himself and Heine and beer, giving the albino a hateful glace. Fucking asshole.

"So, where the fuck is B? I thought he could have joined us." But he knew that B was close by but would remain oblivious to it, who else could have such a sweet scent of strawberry jam linger around him, but to be honest, Mello was not looking forward for a goddamn jolly reunion, he just wanted B dead, for his own satisfaction and to avenge L, not caring for the damn consequences.

[bulletdog]

Just a little? Leather fingers brushed the glass aside and the albino tipped his head just a touch to question with a smirk what it was Mello was going to do. It seemed like he was going to do nothing. Cause a little shove and than turn the other way. What a laugh. He tilted his head a bit to the side at the question.

"What the fuck makes you think I'd tell you that?" A finger rounded the top of the glass casually. Red eyes gazed over it but didn't look anywhere in particular.

[vicious_solace]

Now that answer didn't go good for Mello at all and the fucking albino knew it as well, how the hell couldn't he. Heine knew that Mello was crazy on the insane and reckless and as soon as he heard those words the blond swiftly moved his hand to the hoister and reached for his gun before pressing it against Heine's, digging it harshly as his other hand dug around in his pocket to get a bit of chocolate.

"You know fuckface, I can't miss when I'm this close." And he took a bite from the chocolate before giving the German a rather devious yet seductive smirk. They both knew it would come to this and what was the fucking point to play games anymore, hell, Heine could kick Mello's ass so quickly but he didn't mind as long as he got a bullet out of the barrel and into that pale flesh.

[bulletdog]

Maybe Heine was a little masochistic. He'd been called sadistic before too. Though the albino always thought he was more along the lines of 'I shot you and laughed because I don't give a fuck.' Maybe that was a lie too. Heine's life was full of lies. he gave up trying to sort them from the truth if for any other reason than the fact that if he did the outcome would probably be disappointing. Matters aside the alibo tipped his head up just a touch when he felt cold metal against his hip. He heard it too.

Shoot a chuck out of his hip bone. Thats hard. The albino smirked, and turned. A strong leather hand came and wrapped around his jaw line. It wasn't lovingly. His thumb pried open those lips forcing the blond to taste the rough material. Bet he got a lot of that. Heine's smirk rose further.

"Try it."

What are you waiting for? Heine could dodge it even than, and Mello well. Who knew. He might like the consequences. They were sick bastards the three of them.

[vicious_solace]

Maybe they were both a bit of a masochist, it wasn't the pain that Mello enjoyed, it was the fucking consequences after and the risks that were involved but Mello was just greedy, selfish and a overall dickhead but he couldn't care because he always got what he want even though Heine was a hard-nut to crack but even that in itself would be much more entertaining then someone easy.

Mello felt the leather-cladded thumb part his lips and Mello bit on the fabric while glaring at Heine with a wide smirk, this was fucking brilliant in his own way, two totally insane psychos on different sides, loyal fucking dogs to who they looked up too. Mello did not care if they were sick bastards because this in itself was somewhat worth it and there would be no fucking hesitation.

"Babe, anything for you." He sneered with malice in his eyes while he cocked the gun, ready to shoot and not giving a fuck as to who might be watching.