[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