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[Incomplete] Heine Is Finally Here

When; Er. After Heine arrives? After Clichéd Speech day.
Rating; R(18+), to be safe, because Giovanni is fun like that
Characters; Giovanni

subject68 & Heine

weisshaar
Summary; Two white-haired ghosts who shouldn't be alive.
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For the first time in a long time, Giovanni was truely excited. He moved lightly across the rooftops and dropped in an alleyway beside the carousel, all his senses being put to use in search of his beloved Heine. He had to compose himself, he knew. This was not the time nor the place to go wild with his desire to possess and be possessed, but he had never been much good at constraining the dog inside of him.

Heine had become much better than him at that. Such an irony to think that this was the brother that had torn Giovanni and everyone else in that hidden underground lab limb from limb. And now - and now! Heine had made friends! Friends who didn't know about the collar around his neck and what it signified. It made him so angry he wanted to strangle something, and the scars around his eyes bulged with the intensity of his feeling. However, one deep breath later and it was all gone.

He needed to focus, after all, to make Heine break down for him. To make him use that beautiful canine once again. Giovanni wanted to play.

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'Tick tock tick tock'

Could the day be any more irritating? The white-haired gunner's boots scraped the coarse ground of the City's unpopulated streets in large, heavy strides. That curse pushed the wrong buttons even though it was easy for him to pass the day wordlessly.

Although discovering that Nill, Badou, and those two other people whose names began with an n and an m, respectively, relieved him somewhat, there was also an unwanted present (if you could call it that, which you can't) of his "proclaimed" brother to be here as well. It made his neck itch.

'Tick tock tick'

Restlessness; it pushed him closer towards the precipice. He grit his teeth, pausing at a crossroad. He was heading to the Cathedral to find Nill. He would not admit it, but he did have an attachment with the child. Her disappearance caused worry (or at least something as close to that in Heine's brain) and he had been hoping to find her again somehow. Not to mention annihalate whoever kidnapped her (it was logical to assume that she did not run away).

Turning left, down a road littered with damp paper and leaves, he narrowed his eyes as he saw something move on the rooftops. A bird, maybe? Those were common. No, this was too big to be a bird...and it kept jumping.

A hesitant step back; an arm thrown behind him, steady to sieze a chained firearm.

It was Giovanni.

Two steps forward, and his hands were tense and ready to go for the guns holstered under his coat as he smoothed his shirt and pants. Silk was not made for running in, after all.

"Well, guess who it is?" he cooed, close enough to see Heine's eyelashes in an instant. An electric thrill went through his stomach. "Once again, we meet."

A grin split his lips and an unseen sparkle lit his eyes. It was so good - so good to have Heine here. His life wouldn't have meaning without Heine.

"I missed you!"

Eyes wide, Heine jerked his head back as strongly as he pushed Giovanni back by his face. He grabbed both pistols and pointed it at him, scowling. "I didn't want to see you."

Of course he didn't. Every time they did, he'd have holes in his clothes, bullets in his body and blood crusting over the bottom half of his face. It wasn't pleasant, to say the least. He couldn't die, so a so-called-game now would just be a pain. What he wanted was to go home--wherever that was.

Sticking out his lower lip, Giovanni executed an artful pout as he was pushed back only a few steps before he halted. He would not allow them to be separated now, after so much loneliness...

"But Heine..." he purred, one hand pulling a loaded pistol out from under his jacket, letting it's reassuring weight rest in his palm, though in a non-threatening position. "Was I so much easier to kill than your precious sister? Will you tear apart that angel girl the way you tore Lily apart? That red-head the way you tore me apart?"

He was aware his voice was rising and becoming ragged, but it had been a long time since he had been able to do anything about it. This was his happiness: his madness.

"Won't you let me tear you apart too?"

((ooc: Sorry for the delay. :x))

"Leave them out of this," he growled. Heine knew what Giovanni was up to. He knew that he wanted to uncollar the dog within him--but he wouldn't let that happen, even if it meant killing himself (temporarily) or the bug-eyed man standing before him.

A click was heard as he pushed the gun's lock down, raising it pointedly at Giovanni's face. His grip tightened and his gloved finger threatened to pull the trigger. One would wonder why he was hesitant, why he didn't just shoot and finish it. Heine was supposed to be vicious, heartless, but that changed after that time. Now maintaining the "calm" attitude he was labeled with, he thought things over to a degree.

One step and that bullet was going to burn silk.

[ooc: No problemo~ I'll probably be slow enough myself lately. ^^;]

Disregarding this thing called common sense that he had long ago done away with, Giovanni took that one more step forward and went so far as to hold the muzzle of the gun to his own chest.

"Do you care so much for them, Heine? So little for me?"

His tone was serious once again, his glassed eyes leveled on Heine's face. He wanted to feel the burn - wanted to let go and tear loose to earn that pleasure of a true challenge. He knew he wouldn't die, even if Heine shot him at this range. It would hurt, but it had been a long time since pain had meant anything to him. The most it would do would ruin his clothes, but he had quickly found it easy to get new ones in this marvelous city.

"Shoot me, won't you, Heine?"

Heine should have known that he would do that. If he shot him, Cerberus would be set free; then eventually, the dog in him would be provoked. It would desire to go berserk and decimate any animate object in sight. It happened before, and the aftermath ruined his life. Then again, his life was screwed from the beginning.

He pulled the trigger. BANG BANG BANG. Empty bullet shells chimed on the ground like jingle bells. Rammsteiner went as so far as to utilise the second gun, firing as close to vital points as possible in the flurry. He had the initiative--might as well take it and end it quickly.

As Giovanni felt the neon lights go dark around the edges of his sight he fell backwards from the force of the shots. Despite that, a grin spread across his face. The taste of blood in his mouth, and knowing that Heine had put it there, stirred up all the hatred and the love he held for this figure in front of him.

He died once, but almost immidiately after his heart stopped it started up again, drawing him to his feet and allowing him to straighten his own arm and start firing back. After that suicidal first encounter Giovanni took the opposite initiative and ducked bullets with a dancer's finesse.

The second gun came out as he executed a pirouette-esque motion and entered the foray with its pair. Now this - this was where Giovanni really wanted to be.

Gunfights with Giovanni were always exclusive from what he had to do in his job. He actually had skill and tactics--and he knew Heine like the back of his hand. He detested that, especially since it not only made it more combatively difficult but because it was a taunting device.

Bullets hit his upper torso and shoulders. Heine crossed his arms and held his firearms horizontally, keeping the line of explosive lead incessant. He circled Giovanni, performing his own acrobatic skills--if you could call them that. He was once accused of being a frog. That was amusing.

The white-haired man already tasted blood in his mouth and felt it trickle down his body. Breaking into a coffee shop closed for the day, Heine upturned a table and jammed it against the door. He held it their with a leg and coughed up metal pellets, rubbing his throat after. That was always a bother.

Indeed, Giovanni knew Heine's tactics. He also know Heine's tactics: this fight wouldn't last much longer.

Pausing with his back to the door, Giovanni ignored the tear in his side as the hole closed up and a small compressed circle of metal fell out onto the floor. There was a companionable silence between them as he carefully reloaded and adjusted his jacket collar.

The dog inside his mind was circling in for the throat-bite, and Giovanni was apt to oblige him.

This was going to be the last round. Heine didn't want to linger. Still pressing against the table, he scanned the restaurant as he reloaded. The back of his neck throbbed and he winced. The dog wanted to come out.

Frowning and with teeth taut, he kicked the ravenous canine ego to the back of his mind and jumped away from the barricade, pointing both firearms at the door.

Tsk. So disappointing.

Giovanni had silently slipped through a window when Heine turned towards the door, and stepped behind him with a near-silent click of leather on tile. The muzzle of his gun pressed gently but unwaveringly against the hollow in the back of Heine's head. The win was not satisfying; he frowned even as he stood there.

"Are you getting lazy, my dear brother? You know you cannot become as perfect as you were while repressing that dog inside of you."

Sighing, he shifted close enough for his chest to press against Heine's back and one pistol-wielding hand to wind around his waist. The closeness made him shiver with pleasure and his mouth rested right next to a pierced ear when he whispered: "Won't you let me see it?"

((ooc: Sooooo sorry. I didn't get a notification to your comment!))

Fuck. He knew it was going to happen. It was going to happen. The proximity of the pinstriped devil wrenched his heart; then let it beat uncontrollably, just like he turned with guns pointing back.

Bu-bump bu-bump BUMP--bang bang bang.

He crashed against the table, breaking it in half but not falling through. Blood everywhere. His neck wraps disentangled. He lay motionless, breathless--and it awoke.

With a glow only Giovanni would recognize, red eyes gleamed beneath thick white locks. A low growl, and Heine lunged at him with full force; he was mad.

[ooc: It's probably mostly my fault because I kept trying to post it during the server brownout last week. X3]

Giovanni watched with a frowning seriousness as Heine fell, watching to catch the slightest flicker...

And then he was grinning and laughing joyously as seemingly erratic but purposefully placed bullets flew from his guns towards Heine. He gave himself over to it easily, the rush of blood, the scent of gunpounder setting off the demon that resided in him too.

But, unlike Heine, he had a deal with this dog. They were on the same level, the dog and he. And now they fought together, though they almost wished to loose. Though a dog is always quick to scramble to the top of the pack, it had been a pain like no other when the alpha male had left. A treachery for which there was no name.

And now, now they would fight.

[ooc: That's okay! :) At least LJ isn't so glitchy now, and I hope it'll stay this way through the rest of the year.]

Metal scorched skin and bone as he charged from all flanks. Teeth bared, the wild dog desired to rip something. But Heine, grappling with this alter self, clenched the pistols and fired what was left of his ammo.

The cafe was in tatters: the tables demolished, the walls dented, the cups shattered, the beams split. Perhaps all that was saved from the violence were the restrooms.

Eventually the guns pointed down and Heine breathed raggedly, coughing when he inhaled the hovering dust. All the while, his eyes were locked on Giovanni, the failed project, the man obsessed with him. The dog raged; it wanted to show authority. Its eyes announced its craving, and his body surrendered, launching itself to the other's neck.

Giovanni danced through the rain of bullets as they tore through his clothing, pounding into his skin. He still felt the pain - oh yes, of course - but by now it was a normal feeling, a comfortable feeling. You knew where you were with pain.

He was just awakening from another death, coughing up blood onto his hand and doubled over when the shooting stopped and a menacing stillness came over the room. He didn't bother with his surroundings, but his eyes looked up of their own accord and met Heine's just before he was tackled to the ground.

His body burned with pain as it struggled to heal all the wounds at once, but Giovanni ignored it in favor of the alpha male who was finally showing his dominance. "Yes," croaked out Giovanni and his dog as the same voice. "You were always better than us." His fingers lovingly carressed the smooth metal on Heine's neck, the moment freezing in time.

Biting down forcefully, sinking ivory knives into flesh, Heine jerked his head to the side and out, a bloody laceration streaking over the enemy's neck and jaw. Cerberus was pleased; his satisfaction crept through a plastic red. The dog knew he was the best, the maximum power. Now that he exercised an unrusted fang, he towered over the lesser canine triumphantly, licking the fresh scarlet fluid and chuckling coarsely.

What now? Kill or depart?

'Out.'

That was Heine. The body, conflicting between the two, clutched its head and staggered backwards. Gruff growling rolled in his throat, and he collided against a wall-tall glass window and fell through.

'Get out now.'

A final punch; the dog fled. And, reclaiming his mind, Heine scrambled to his feet and ran as far away from Giovanni as he possible.

The sharp, burning pain - his mind threatening to shut down due to over stimulation... His skin, his throat was gone and he could feel the blood seep down into his lungs, ruining his breathing. His eyes, however, behind the blood-spattered glasses, never left Heine's face. That look of freedom, of triumph...

Unable to focus, Giovanni merely felt instinctively the feeling he had been hunting for so long now. This feeling of warmth and twisting insides, combined with the pain and the taste of blood...

Mind drifting out of focus as one by one his senses shut down, a weak whimper left his lips, whether in pleasure, supplication, fear, or apology he could not tell. All he knew was that the dog inside Heine was the best, still, and as their minds struggled with each other Giovanni's dropped off into a pleasant nothingness.

It would not last long. He would awaken, soon, back into his old madness. But at least he had a touchstone, now, for reassurance. Until next time.

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