Fandom -- Dogs: Bullets & Carnage
Disclaimer -- I don't own them
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Heine, Nill, Naoto
Word Count -- 580
Warning -- off stage blood letting
Summary -- He's a lost cause
Author’s Note -- Written for the 12_daysofficmas, fanfic_bakeoff for the prompt 'nice' and hc_bingo for the prompt "Stockholm syndrome".
Heine sat down slowly on the pew, all parts of him hurting like hell. Of course, a bullet had found almost every region of his body during the battle. Damn that Giovanni anyhow. Nill had tried to get Heine's clothes from him when he came in. He had put her off, thinking the clothes were too bloody to bother with having the young girl try to fix them. She wasn't very good at darning yet, but the way he tore up his clothes, Nill would become an expert soon. He appreciated the intent. He never had anyone care about him before.
Nill had fished his clothes out of the trash, holding them up to him. A look of terror mixed with concern and maybe a touch of anger flashed over her face. The mute girl stomped her foot at him, gesturing furiously.
"I don't know what you're trying to say, Nill." He sighed.
"She's worried about you," Naoto said, working on her sword to keep it clean and sharp. "The man you fought, he was like you."
Heine nodded. "He is, but he's still with her, her dog."
"Her?" Naoto asked, testing a spot on the metal.
He held up a hand, even if she wasn't looking at him. Nill threw his bloody, bullet-hole ridden shirt down as if angry at his desire to not talk about it. "Not important," he said. "There is a word for what's wrong with Giovanni. Bishop would know it. It doesn't matter all the bad things she does to him, Giovanni is bound to her by invisible chains. I broke free of mine. He probably never will."
Naoto looked up from her sword. "You almost sound sad."
Heine snorted. "For Giovanni? Not likely."
"For yourself. For whatever hell it was that shaped you," she replied in a tone that said she knew all about being shaped by hell.
Heine frowned. She had a point. What chance had any of them ever had? Back when they were kids, Giovanni had been the gentlest of them, the one who most needed to escape that witch. Heine knew he shouldn't be surprised that Giovanni had survived by currying favor to her. He sided with her, wanted to please her. "Hell is right." He shook his head as if to clear away the bad memories but they were in his bones, going nowhere. "I escaped."
Nill came over and hugged him hard. Any other woman and he'd probably be screaming but there was such a gentle innocence to Nill, in spite of her own private hell that had forged her. He actually felt safe, like he had a real line to life with Nill. He knew shit-all about hugging anyone but his hand seemed to drift up to her shoulders under its own accord. Her wings tickled his skin. This was nice, nicer than he probably deserved. Heine let his hand drop and he pulled out of her embrace.
"Thanks, Nill." He got up and picked up his ruined shirt. "Let's call this one a lost cause."
"So long as it's the one such thing in the room, we'll be doing all right," Naoto said.
Heine stared down at his blood, going to rust at this point. What would it be like to never have to shed it again? Was it even possible for a creature like him to be anything other than a lost cause? If Nill hugged him again, he might just believe it was possible.