the bitter taste of unknowing

[scubatankfilledwithfarts]

With whatever weird and possibly kinky shit this rich British lady hired the Geese for, Badou didn't think all the secrecy was needed. After all, he's seen way too many of their buttholes. He is not being spared any shreds of innocence because it's all gone [tumbling down the side of a building in a streak of blood].

"AAAHH IT FEELS LIKE MY NOSE IS HANGING OFF! IS IT? IS IT HANGING OFF MY FACE? ITS MY FUCKIN' MONEYMAKER, MAN! The second they see my dick I've got 'em but this is the ice breaker!"

His adoptive father and uncles had the honor of removing that long ago. Sir Hellsing [they knighted a chick?? How fucking rich or what kind of blackmail does she get for that?] was kind enough to lend the Geese a small wing of her expansive and frankly spooky as hell mansion for their living quarters and that's where Badou's situated now, reading a magazine while Pip cries over his broken nose.

It isn't that he's not concerned but he just doesn't give two squirts of Woolly Mammoth piss. Badou's positive Pip had it coming and since no one will tell him the real deets, he can only assume he hit on some girl and she gave him a what-for. [he will find out exactly how right he is in about a week and a half, which, consequently, is about as long as Seras Victoria can avoid him]

The men are unusually simpering and obedient, snapping to Pip's hysterical orders to get him some frozen peas for his face and another nose bandage, and that's what Badou finds off-putting. They should chime in there with jokes about how Pip's broken nose is about as limp as his dick game right about now. Like a wet noodle.

But there's nothing. So, with a heavy sigh of all the soulful weariness that it is to be fourteen, Badou slaps his magazine down onto the coffee table that's probably been in the Hellsing line for sixty years and fucked on by countless live in staff, and decides to get to the bottom of this.

"What the hell is wrong with you idiots. Pussy got your tongue?" When only a few of them snigger, that's when the teen really knows there's something wrong.

Pip's snarled command to "keep their mouths as tight as their asshole" didn't help either. That stony green eye avoids his own, another tell-tale sign.

They are guilty of something and not just the regular I-fucked-a-dude-I-thought-was-a-chick kind of guilty. This is something big. Possibly bigger than anything they've ever unsuccessfully kept from him. Hands on his hips, Badou saunters right over to Pip and smirks into that constipated face of his 'fathers'.

[if they think he will ever, ever not be completely in the know ever again then they're going to have to tear it from his cold dead fingers]

"Whatever it is that did this to you, I'm gonna find out what. Or who. You idiots couldn't keep a secret if your lives depended on it--" More guilty glances, a few grumbles of 'you didn't know I ate the last of your cake two weeks ago didja you little shit', things like that.

Pip props his feet up, nose slathered in gauze and a new bandage and all, tips his hat over his eye.

"Little shits don't need to worry about grownup stuff. It'll only getcha a hemorrhoid. Go along and play, don't stick your nose in it. That's an order."

It's the shooing motion that does it. Blood immediately boils to a head, gathers in reddened cheeks and fingers that curl into fists.

"FUCK YOU, YOU AIN'T THE BOSS OF ME! I don't even get a paycheck! I'm gonna find out and then I'm gonna laugh till I'm blue when it turns out to be something stupid."

He storms away with his shoulders tense and head held high, oblivious to the looks the Geese give each other and then, fearfully, to the walls and ceilings, as if something might come down from on High at any moment. And not just God's righteous thunder to smite them.

[he does not know that in a few months this bitter, sour knowing will be the death of them, didn't sense it, didn't want to
it'll be over by then]