Unhappy Roommates (Guillotine)

[Special Agent Cox]

(Long post is long, sorry =/)

Today had to be the worst day of his entire life. Why you may be asking? Well because today Jesse had to do something that went against his very well being and common sense. It wasn’t like he wanted to do it at all; he had been pretty damn vocal about how much he didn’t want to do this. But try as he might he couldn’t get out of it. This was all TB’s fault. The damn brit had been the one to come up with this insane idea, and he was the one who decided that Jesse should be the one to suffer through it. It was insane! That was what it was, pure insanity…or vengeance. What could Jesse have possibly have done to make his own friend betray him so? Sure he had to admit that he could get under John’s skin at the worst of times but he was only messing around. He couldn’t be so bad that John would do something this cruel. Jesse tried his best to keep his composure as he drove back home. He kept his eyes on the road instead of keeping a wary eye on his passenger.

Jesse wasn’t the only one that wasn’t too thrilled about this move. Guillotine was not a big fan of his at all. Jesse had spent a lot of time hunting that damn hellhound down and Gil spent a good chunk of his time trying to run away from him. By the end of the chase Jesse ended up with a nice big scar on his arm, and Gil ended up with a hole in his knee in a straight jacket and a muzzle. Things were a little hectic between the two but Jesse thought that things were going to wrap up after they questioned him. So did Gil, the hound was so sure that the PIDA was going to put him out of his misery once they questioned him and Jesse couldn’t blame him for that line of thinking. Even he as an agent had no idea just what the agency was going to do with the hellhound after all of that. But this was the last thing that he thought would happen.

Instead of putting the dangerous mutt to sleep or even sending him on his way, the PIDA decided to make use of him. Guillotine knew a little bit about the dark side of the supernatural world that the agency found useful. They had given the hound a chance to be free if he worked for them. It was a risky opportunity but it had been preferable to death so he had taken it. The catch? Gil couldn’t be left on his own. While he was free to work on his own no one could trust him to wander off by himself or even live on his own. Someone had to watch over the hellhound so they left it up to those that were working on his case to do that. At the moment those people had been him and TB. It was TB that said that Gil should live with him. Jesse nearly lost it on his partner the moment he suggested it, but he had to admit that TB had a point. Jesse was the only person that could take Gil in. He didn’t have a family that he’d have to worry about, and he didn’t have roommates that would ask too much questions. It had been hard enough for Nova to keep his roommates quiet about Akeelah so they didn’t want to risk having the same kinds of questions revolving around Gil. Out of the whole group Jesse had the most experience with the stupid mutt too.

But still, he didn’t like it. Taking Gil in meant that he would be living with the one guy that would try to kill him if given half the chance. It didn’t matter that they put a chip in the hellhound to make sure he stayed in the house, it didn’t matter that TB told them both that he would make sure to call once every day to make sure that Gil didn’t hurt him, or that he went into great excruciating detail about what he would do to Gil if he tried anything. Nothing in this world would ever make him fine with this. There was nothing that he could do to make this whole mess any better. Jesse frowned as he pulled into the driveway. Well, this week was going to be a rough one but he had to make this work out somehow. “We’re here.” He said as the car slowed to a stop. After turning the car off Jesse took his keys and stepped outside to let the hellhound out. “This is where you are going to be staying…for god knows how long.” He waited for the brute to stretch his legs before going to unlock the front door. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable while I get your crap out of my trunk.”

[Guillotine]

There Guillotine sat in the passenger seat. His tall frame no longer sported a bright orange jumpsuit. Rather he was placed into a pair of jeans and an old blue t-shirt. Luckily, Akhtar had gotten him some cloths before he left the facility. The beast’s short black hair had grown out quite a bit. It was now shoulder length, however the people assigned to look after the poor hound had pulled to back into a pony tail before he left. Oh, if only he had known they had given him a pink hair tie. Oblivious to this shot at his masculinity, the male continued to look out the window. His head leaned against the glass. That stubble filled face of his was sporting a very not-so-amused frown. Guillotine wasn’t happy, not in the least. Lying at his side was a long brown cane.

The doctors at the PIDA told him he would have a heavy limp in his step for the next few weeks. They were even nice enough to provided Gil with a cane. Did this stop Guillotine from being, well Gil? No. At first the hound didn’t think he needed the long wooden stick. A powerful hellhound had no need for a mundane, human cane, right? Gil thought he could handle it. The beast truly thought he could live without using the damn thing. Oh, how wrong he was. Guillotine managed to go a few days without it but after taking quite a few spills decided to use it. The bull-headed beast grew to hate the cane. Gil felt so weak, so pathetic whenever he had to use it. He wasn’t some old mortal; he was a hellhound in his prime! This cane would surely be the end of him. Well, On the other hand, he would look just as silly falling all the time. Suppose the cane wasn’t so bad after all? Guillotine’s left knee was weak. So much so, that applying to much pressure would cause it to give out altogether. It seemed that Gil would be out of commission for quite some time. A low grumble streamed from Guillotine’s lips as he thought about it. For a brief moment he eyed the door handle. There were a million other places he’d rather be than in Jesse’s car. Unfortunately, the child lock was on, there was no escaping this hell.

Why did the PIDA have to do this to him? Of all the stunts they could pull, this one had to be the worse. Well, at step up from being put down at least. Guillotine would have to spend who knows how long with Jesse. This human was the last person Gil wanted to be around, much less live with. He was the man who managed to get him locked away in the first place. If anything, he’d preferred to go home with TB, or even the head of the PIDA. Unfortunately, Gil didn’t have a say in the matter. It was TB’s idea from the start, or so he heard. Was everyone out to get him? To make matters worse the PIDA implanted a tracking device into the back of his neck. It would be next to impossible for him to pull it out without causing serious injury. The small little chip was about the same size as a grain of rice. Gil could remember fighting against them while they were putting it in him. Not only was he losing his home, he was losing his life to this damn tracking device. The PIDA could track his movements if they truly wanted too. As bad as this was, it had to be better than staying in that dark lonely cage with his hands bound. Guillotine shuddered at the thought of going back to that cell. The male nearly lost his mind a couple of times. A wild beast could only stay pent up for so long. With a loud sigh, Gil continued to watch the world go by from the car window. From time to time, his single forest green eye would wonder over to Jesse.

Guillotine could do it, he could end this now. But would he? Oh, how Gil yearned to slit this young human’s throat. That would be so satisfying. Gil could always kill Jesse, and feast upon his plump frame. However, this plan of his did come with a downside. The PIDA would surly find out, not only that but they could easily track the hound from his tracking chip. Guillotine grumbled to himself. His hands were tied; he couldn’t do a damn thing about this. The PIDA took his freedom. He would be forced to abandon his hellhound instincts because of them. Gil loathed the PIDA for doing this. He wished to hunt and kill as he pleased, it was in his DNA. Those days were over now that he was the PIDA’s lap dog. It was as if the organization was trying to tame him. Gil scoffed at the thought. That would be impossible. No one could control him. He could still get away with anything. The beast would just have to be slick about it. Before he knew it Jesse pulled the car into a drive way. When Jesse spoke, Gil just gave him a low growl. He didn’t seem to be the only one not so thrilled about this sleep over. Suppose that was one thing they could agree on?

Guillotine just sat there, unable to open his door because of the child lock. He watched as Jesse shut the car off and grabbed his keys. The human then walked over to his side and open the door for him. As he did so Jesse told the hound this was where he was going to be living for god knows how long. Gil rolled his eyes. Knowing this He wouldn’t spare any complements. The male just wasn’t in the mood. “Great…” Guillotine snorted sarcastically. He gave the human’s home a quick look over before he scoffed. This place wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t anything like Akhtar’s home. “This place looks like a dump.” There was truly no reason for him to say this. Jesse’s home was rather nice on the outside. The foolish beast was just trying to be difficult. With a loud yawn the tall man grabbed his cane and limped out of the car. Gil followed Jesse to the door. His cane clicked across the ground as he walked. Strangely enough Gil didn’t bother going inside. Even after Jesse told the man to make himself comfortable, the beast remained outside. Guillotine had other plans. With a light smile he strolled over to the side of the home. If he was going to live here then he needed to mark his territory. It was something Gil always did whenever he moved into a new place. Guillotine didn’t seem to give a damn if Jesse, or any of his neighbors saw what he was about to do. For then on this would be his home. Guillotine shifted his weight onto his good leg before he sat his cane off to the side. After unzipping his pants he began to mark his territory onto the side of Jesse’s home. “Hey Jesse, you should take me out for a walk or something later. I’m tired of being cooped up inside.”


((Sorry this post is all over the place. @.@))

[Special Agent Cox]

This was going to be an awful and long day Jesse was certain, and it was not going to get better any time soon. Guillotine was already acting like a whiny little brat the moment that Jesse opened the door for him. Big surprise there, Gil's attitude made Jesse seem like a well rounded mature adult. That alone said enough given the man's personality. But someone had to be the mature one here or else this wouldn't work. Jesse had a lot of time to think about this whole living arrangement while wrapping this case up and he had come to a decision. In order to make the best of the situation they needed to get past their differences and tolerate each other. Well tolerating each other was the best case scenario, it wasn't like they could ever be friends, Gil hated him far too much to even think about it, and Jesse had a hard time not thinking of the hellhound as a blood thirsty murderer that couldn't be trusted. But things were different now, they might be working for different reasons but they had to work together as well as live together. Jesse at least could let go of the past if it meant a better future.

Maybe if he could do that then Gil would do the same. It was worth the shot he figured when he thought about the whole scenario so he went into this in that mindset. But two seconds in he was beginning to question his plans. Jesse rolled his eyes when Guillotine insulted his house. "Well I am sorry your royal pain in the butt that my house doesn't meet your standards." he replied, "If you don't like it I could always buy you a little dog house and put you in the backyard. That or you could always go back to your nice and cozy cell. Either way is fine with me." Yeah, this plan was going swimmingly so far. The man closed the car door, locked it, and then invited Gil inside his house so he could grab the hound’s belongings from his trunk. Thankfully there wasn't much to bring in. Akhtar and the agency only managed to grab a few change of clothes for the guy to fit in one suitcase. It was enough to last maybe a few days for Gil but for sure he'd need to go out and buy more. Besides, the suitcase there was a small bag carrying Guillotine's medicine and a few other things just in case emergency supplies.

Jesse carried the small luggage into the house, but as he put the stuff down he noticed that his ‘guest’ wasn’t in the hallway. “Where the hell did he go now?” the man muttered to himself. Really, he took his eyes off the bastard for one second and already he lost him! It wouldn’t be too bad though, Guillotine couldn’t have moved too far on his busted leg. Even if he did it would be pretty easy to track him down. His cellphone was set up to pick up the signal from Gil’s tracker. In the event that didn’t work all it would take was one quick call to the PIDA and he could find the monster with ease. Still, it didn’t bode well to have lost his charge after he went through all the trouble of driving his sorry butt here, he had to find him. He didn’t need to look far though, as soon as he started wondering where the hellhound went he heard the beast asking about going for a walk from somewhere outside. Jesse breathed a small sigh of relief, at least he didn’t lose him. “I’ll think about it.” He replied as he walked towards the sound of Gil’s voice. “I need to stop by the grocery store later to get some extra food for the two of us, so I might as well take you al-“ his voice trailed off when he saw what Gil was up to. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Oh no, no fucking way did he just catch Gil peeing on his house. His house!!! “Put your junk back in your pants right now before I hit you with that stupid cane of yours and tie you up in the backyard!”

[Guillotine]

Guillotine nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Jesse yell. Startled, he wasn’t expecting the agent to get this pissed, not that he cared. It was a little strange to him. No one had ever yelled at him for doing this, then again the people he did this around knew him well. They knew about his canine instincts, and the fact that he was a bit possessive. Jesse didn’t know him. Suppose it was only a natural response? Jesse was still an outsider in his mind. The hellhound rolled his forest green eye and returned to doing his businesses. Jesse’s words didn’t seem to be helping the situation. If anything it humored the obnoxious hellhound. He turned his head to the building and spoke. He began to mock the poor agent. “I thought you said I could make myself at home? “Guillotine replied smugly. He offered Jesse a large toothy grin when he asked him to put his junk back in his pants. Gil shook his head. “Since I am living here I will mark my territory wherever I please.” The male then laughed. “You wouldn’t understand, It’s a dog thing.”

A loud chuckle crept from Guillotine’s lips when Jesse threatened to put him in a god house. Gil thought this over, the whole while he continued his stream of glory. “I wouldn’t mind having a dog house. I’m sure it would be a lot more comfortable than this dump you call a home.” He finally began to finish up. All the while he continued to carry out a conversation despite the strange situation. “However, there is one problem with that. How will you keep an eye on me unless you get a dog house of your own?” Guillotine laughed at the thought. After a light shake he slipped himself back into his pants. Pulling up the zipper he turned to Jesse. The look on the human’s face was priceless. Gil had to stifle a laugh. Though he quickly wished he had taken it back what he said before when Jesse mentioned returning him to the PIDA prison cell. Guillotine grimaced at the thought of going back to that hell hole. A light shudder rushed through his tall frame as he grabbed his cane. Suppose if he didn’t want to live the rest of his life bound by chains then he would have to learn to get along with this human.

Guillotine released a low sigh. He didn’t have much of a choice. It was impossible to escape the sight of the PIDA. He wouldn’t be getting his freedom back anytime soon. The beast had nowhere else to go. It wasn’t like he could run away. The PIDA and Jesse could easily locate him. The tracking device that was planted in his neck would see to that. Gil’s pale hand clutched his cane out of frustration.

Then with a grumble he turned back to Jesse. The human answered his previous question, stating that he would think about that walk. Well, at least that was good news. Gil couldn’t imagine being stuck inside of his home. The beast would go crazy. Jesse had also said something about going to the grocery store. Great, surly the man would want him to tag along. Well, it couldn’t be too bad right? A devilish grin soon appeared onto his handsome face. Maybe he could convince this man to buy him some dog treats, or a ball? Ah yes, A ball! Just the thought of making this man into getting him some treats put a smile on the young hounds face. He would have to be good though, he couldn’t see Jesse getting him anything if he continued to be an ass to him.

“Very well. I won’t mark on your home anymore, ok?” He replied with a snort. The male then took a slow, limp forward. ” But, you have to buy me something from the store.” A large grin appeared onto his face. “Maybe you can get me some dog treats, or maybe a ball…or one of those nude magazines…yeah that would do nicely. It’s been some time since I’ve had one of those…”



(( Sorry for the wait D: My muse is shit))

[Special Agent Cox]

What in the world did he get himself into? It was amazing just how fast things dissolved into chaos when Jesse brought that thing home. The man knew that things were not going to be all nice and quiet when he was driving Gil back to his place. He had expected the worst, attempted murder, disobedience, at best a few snide remarks here and there, but he didn’t expect the guy to be so animalistic that he would pee on his house the second he got there! It was a bad error in judgment to think that Gil just because he had a human form would act like a human. The hound had already proven that he was anything but human in the short space of time that they knew each other, but somehow he didn’t think that he was that bad. Well now he knew, and now he was debating if he could even trust the guy in the house without putting the damn mutt in a doggy crate.

“Yeah, but when I say ‘make yourself at home’ I mean go sit down on my couch, or take a nap, not pee on my fricken house!” he yelled, Jesse was not in the mood to deal with this kind of shit now. God, what in the world did he do in his past life to deserve something like this? As usual Guillotine paid no heed to Jesse’s outburst. The mutt just flashed him that big stupid grin of his and told him he could piss where ever he pleased, which only served to make Jesse who was already pretty pissed to rise to the level of butt hurt. “No you won’t. I don’t care if you are a dog, demon, or a fucking pixie! If you are going to stay in my house you are going to learn to act like a human. And that means no peeing on the god damn house!” Too bad Gil wasn’t a real dog or else this would be much easier to handle. He could just tie the stupid mutt up in the backyard and let him piss and shit in the yard without a care. He could do even better than that; he could just abandon the bastard at the pound and let them deal with him. Just picturing the stupid hound whining in his cage, waiting to be neutered made him feel a little better.

Alas it was not meant to be. Gil wasn’t the kind of dog that he could deal with like that. He had to deal with him in a different way. How was Jesse going to deal with him? Why with threats of course? Reason didn’t seem to work on Gil so threats were the only way to go for the ticked off mimic. Most of the threats of course didn’t seem to register with the dog. In fact Gil actually seemed kind of happy with the suggestion of being chained up outside. It was Jesse’s last warning that seemed to cause any real effect at all. The hellhound’s smile faded a little at the mention of being taken back to the PIDA cells. With Gil’s previous experience in those dark cramped up things it was not surprising that it was the threat of going back in there that made him finally cave in. Good, now Jesse had a weapon he could use if the dumb beast acted up again.

“Good.” He said when Gil promised not to piss on his house anymore. But then Gil made an unusual request. Man, he really is like a dog. Jesse thought, A vicious, blood thirsty, horny, man eating dog… “I don’t know about that.” He replied. “If you start behaving now, and treat me a little better then I might get you a treat, or a toy. But no nudey mags. TB would have my head if I encouraged your manwhore side while you are here. Now come on in so you can pick out where you can sleep.” Jesse headed back into the house and waited for Guillotine to follow him before he started the tour. The house wasn’t really big, but it was cozy enough for two people to live in. “Here is the livingroom.” He said as they entered the first room. The place was fairly neat besides all the fan mail and gifts that littered the desk in the corner. “You are free to watch anything you want on the big screen over there, or play some of my games so long as you don’t break it. The only thing you can’t touch is the stuff over by the desk. That’s where I keep the mail I haven’t sorted through yet, so I don’t want you losing anything.”

“If you want you are free to sleep in here. The couch by the TV is cozy enough, but the old couch over by the wall over there is free too. It’s not very comfortable mind you, but you can give it a shot. If you don’t want either of them I can give you an air mattress to sleep on instead.” Next Jesse moved on towards the basement and waited for Gil to follow him again before he continued the tour. “Over here is another place that you can sleep in.” He told the hound. “I tried to fix it up a bit before you came over. It’s not the greatest job but it’s livable enough. I can try to help you fix it up some more if you want to make a few changes, just let me know. But yeah, those are your options. Any questions?”

[Guillotine]

Guillotine wasn’t the least bit chipper about this deal. Living with a human seemed a bit too farfetched for the young hellhound. The PIDA treated him like some kind of homeless pet. They tagged him and forced the hound into a home with a human caretaker. If anything Gil wanted to devour Jesse and be done with the whole thing. Ah yes, the hellish beast would be pleased if something were to rid him of his new human companion. Guillotine would have gone through with it too, if it wasn’t for the PIDA’s watchful eye. The idea of killing Jesse would blow up in his face. Gil had to swear off killing humans all together and if that wasn’t bad enough he was forced to live with the human who locked him up in the first place.

Oh, how Gil wished he’d finished Jesse off back when they fought for the first time. The male had a chance too, but was stopped when TB joined in the fray. The hellhound inwardly cursed Jesse’s partner. If it wasn’t for him Gil would have walked away a free hound with a full belly. Thoughts of smothering Jesse in his sleep did come to mind, however Gil quickly shook the thought from his head. If anything happened to Jesse he’d surly be blamed. Not only that, but the PIDA was still considering putting him down if he killed again. This was hard for a beast that living and prided itself on killing. It was a dangerous habit Gil had gotten himself into. It was in the hound’s DNA to be a brute. He really didn’t have a choice in the matter. The PIDA had him by the tail. It was a ‘given in or die’ kind of situation Guillotine had gotten himself into. The male had to choice between going home with Jesse or be put to sleep. Naturally, Gil chose to live. Falling to the hands of the mortals wasn’t on his to do list. Besides, deep down Guillotine feared death among anything else.

Guillotine was shaken back to reality when Jesse began to scold him. Man, the human was pissed. Could he really expect any less from the human who wanted him to be put to sleep to begin with? It was clear the two would have a lot of issues to work out. Guillotine rolled his eyes as Jesse spoke. The human seemed to be asking too much from the hound. Here he wanted Gil to sit back and be a good dog. Was that even possible? “Whatever.” Guillotine growled. Jesse’s anger only grew after that. A brief moment of rage seemed to wash over the young human when Gil told him he could piss wherever he wanted. It took some persuading, but Guillotine finally gave in to Jesse’s demands. He wasn’t the least bit happy about this. Jesse was trying to make him into a human. Guillotine knew deep down he could never truly be like the rest of the mortals. However, he would try to appease his new master. Maybe if he was good enough he could get his freedom back. ”Wait… that could work…” Guillotine thought to himself. If he changed and became a good dog then the PIDA would have no choice but to trust him, and rid him of the tracking device.

This plan was full proof (or so he thought). Living with Jesse wouldn’t be so bad, right? At least he wasn’t locked away in the smelly, dark cell. Leading a life without chains cost the young male his freedom. It would take some time to get used to this new routine. What he could look forward too was free room and board. He wouldn’t have to pay for a damn thing. Maybe leading the life of a pet wouldn’t be so bad after all? Deep down, Gil was still an animal. The male went from a free beast to a prisoner in some humans home. With time Guillotine would grow accustomed to this new life style but deep down he would still loath it.

Guillotine grumbled when Jesse refused his magazines. “Hey, you’d want one too if you were in solitary confinement for weeks on end. I should be privileged to get to see something other than my own-” The male cut himself off. Perhaps this wasn't the place to talk about such affairs. After clearing his throat Gil straitened his poster and limped forward. “And for your information I am not a manwhore, I am a hellhound! I thought you knew this already?” (Gil you idiot) The beast yelled. He obviously didn’t understand what Jesse was calling Guillotine out for his lewd nature. For a brief moment pain registered onto Gil’s pale face soon after he made his statement. His knee still bothered him. Though; thanks to the meds he wasn’t in nearly as much pain as he was before he left the PIDA. Despite the mild pain in his knee the male still managed to throw his weight around. “Fine, but I better get my treat…and a pack of smokes.” He grumbled under his breath as Jesse began to speak. The smaller human mentioned picking out a place to sleep. Guillotine gave Jesse a nod before he limped along behind him.

Upon stepping over the thresh hold a cocktail of interesting smells surged into Guillotine’s sensitive nose. He would defiantly check the house out in further detail whenever Jesse fell asleep. There where so many different smells it was almost mind-boggling. The human’s home didn’t smell half bad. Well, aside from the box of letters in the corner. This was possibly due to a high concentration of different smells. Why on earth did this man have so many letters anyway? Just about the only mail Guillotine had ever gotten were bills. Curious, Guillotine spoke about the strange amount of letters Jesse had at his disposal. “What’s with the litters? Do you like to keep your bills or something?” A devilish grin soon took over that pale face of his.” Are we in a little debt Mr. Cox?” Guillotine teased. Fan letters never came to mind. Guillotine doubted this man would be getting any mail from friends.

Moving along, Jesse mentioned the couch as a possible sleeping place. He also offered to let Gil sleep on a blow up mattress if he didn’t fancy the couch. Guillotine wasn’t too picky when it came to beds. His last bed consisted of nothing but an old spring mattress and a mountain of sheets. The male looked around before making his decision. “I’ll take the couch in the corner.” Jesse mentioned before that it wasn’t that comfortable. Gil, However didn’t seem to care he would still sleep on it. Just knowing that Jesse wouldn’t use it was incentive enough. Soon they made their way to the basement. After getting a look around he confirmed what he said before. “Yeah, the couch is fine.” Guillotine told the male as he limped along after him. “I’m not some pampered pooch, Jesse. I've been sleeping in a cold dark cell for the past few weeks. The couch is a like a breath of fresh air. Besides, You can have me sleep on the floor. I don't care.”

Soon Jesse asked if Guillotine had any questions. Well, the hound had something that had been on his mind for a while. Granted it had nothing to do with his living arrangements, but rather his mate. Being locked up gave Gil plenty of time to mule over what he had done. The pain he had caused to others, as well as Akeelah. Guilt began to work its way into the beast's skull as his thoughts of Akeelah materialized into that head of his. He'd hurt the girl plenty of times. Not just mentally, but physically as well. If he got her back in his arms right then and there would he still do the same? Gil grimaced at the thought. Perhaps this time apart was for the best. Gil could recall harming his dear mate on several occasions, all of which seemed to begin with him losing his temper. He obviously wasn’t the male he thought he was. Instead of protecting Akeelah from others he failed to realize that he should have been protecting her from himself.

“Yeah I do have a question, but it’s not about your house. I want to ask you about Akeelah.” Guillotine’s confident air began to slowly diminish. His pale fingers began to fidget nervously his cane. Clearly, this was a subject that was hard for him to talk about. "I just want to know if she is doing ok." Gil asked. His emerald eyes looked to the ground. The male’s deep voice was filled with sorrow. "I would ask to visit her but I don't want to hurt her anymore. “ This sudden change of mind was a bit out of the ordinary for the young beast. However, he did have time to think it over. ”As much as it pains me to say this, I think it is best if we stay apart.“ The last he’d seen Akeelah was at the hospital. That was when a doctor mentioned that she was pregnant. Guillotine didn’t believe him. And even now it was hard to visualize her carrying his child. She was a shape shifter and he was a hellhound. The thought of kids didn’t cross the young beast’s mind.

It made more since for Rose to have his child. Seeing as she was a demon. Their DNA was a lot closer, and besides that where both from hell. Granted, their communion was taboo. However, it would make far more since for a demon and a hellhound to make a child. That was how Anna Lee came to be. Despite what the doctor had said Guillotine still thought it was impossible for him and Akeelah to have a child. She was a cat and he was a dog. It would go against nature itself; or so he thought. If anything his spawn died along with their relationship.

(( Sorry for the rambling. XD))

[Special Agent Cox]

Jesse was a very simple man. He was the kind of guy that was easy to please, and at the same time was easy to piss off. That was one of his biggest flaws. When things didn't go the way he wanted it to he would get frustrated quickly and eventually blow up over it. It was this flaw that made the whole idea of him having to babysit this overgrown rabid mutt a bad plan. Guillotine was almost as stubborn as he was, possibly more so. And unlike Jesse Gil was far less likely to listen when given orders. It was only a matter of time before this 'lets all try to get along' plan blew up in their face. It took almost no time at all for Gil to land on the man's bad side. The stupid dog had taken two steps out of the car and had gotten Jesse mad already. This had to be some kind of world record. Jesse had half a mind to shove the beast back into the car and kick him out onto TB's curb shouting 'he's your problem now!' and leave them there. This was after all TB's stupid idea, let him suffer for it!

But that wasn't fair, he reminded himself. There was a good reason why Jesse had been the one chosen for this job. He might not have the temperament to deal with Guillotine but he was the only one in the group capable of handling him. He couldn't fail his friends now that he had come this far. Some how he had to make this work. He wasn't sure how, but by god he was going to make this work. Jesse had caught his second wind, and for the moment it seemed like it would pay off. after scolding the hound Gil finally agreed to ton down his behavior. Excellent! This could work out after all. If Gil behaved himself then there would be no problem. All Jesse needed to do was encourage the hound to behave himself. That was simple enough to do if he treated the guy. Jesse agreed to some of the hound's strange demands. Some, but not all. He flat out refused to give the hound dirty magazines. Truth be told Jesse had enough of those in his room so he didn't need to buy them. But he wasn't willing to give this guy any of it. Guillotine sulked over it but he dropped the issue and soon enough they were already inside the house.

The first stop on the little tour was, of course, the living room. The living room was one of the main places in the house that Jesse had decided to offer the hellhound to sleep in. It was probably the best spot to offer since it was the biggest place he could stay in. It had enough space to bring a sleeping bag in if he didn't want the couch, and with the TV being there Gil would have something to keep him occupied while Jesse was working in his own room. The man pointed out the places that Gil could sleep if he wanted the space and what he could and couldn't touch. When Jesse pointed out the desk with all his fan mail that Gil was not allowed to touch, Guillotine asked him why it was there, even thrown in his own assumptions as to what it was. the hound's inquiries made the man laugh. "Nah man, its nothing like that." he replied. "It's just fan mail. I get a lot of it from the other work I do. I am not just a secret government agent dude. I did other stuff before then...I'll explain it all later when we go out shopping."

When Jesse mentioned places that Gil could sleep the old couch his folks had given him had caught the hound's eye. "Really?" Jesse looked at the couch and frowned. "You sure about that? It really isn't that comfortable." Don't get him wrong, Jesse didn't give much of a fuck where Gil chose to sleep. He could sleep in the damn cupboard so long as he wasn't in the way. But he wanted to make sure that the brute didn't whine to him after if he didn't like it. "Well, you can keep it in mind for now, let me show you the basement first before you decide." With that Jesse led Guillotine down into the basement. The basement actually didn't look too bad, Jesse had seen to that last week when he cleaned it up just in case. It was the place that would be the most customizable for a new roommate. A bed could easily fit down there, even a few appliances if he fancied it. It also was the one place that was the most isolated in the house. Which made it the best spot to hide the hellhound when he didn't want to see him. But Gil's mind had been made up since he saw upstairs. Jesse shrugged in response to the hound. "Suit yourself." he said. Hey, it was no skin off his nose where the dude slept.

With that the tour was pretty much done. It had ended a little sooner than Jesse had expected but that didn't bother him. There was still a lot that had to be taken care of before they could call it a day, the sooner they moved on the better. Before Jesse could move on though he asked Gil to shoot him any questions he might have. He was pretty sure at the time that Gil would just roll his eyes and tell him no or something. But to his surprise Gil did the opposite. Jesse was not prepared for Gil to ask him about Akeelah. "Uhhh..." Jesse looked away from the beast. This was an awkward conversation that Jesse wasn't really prepared for. Jesse had not been as close to the little shapeshifter as TB and Nova were, the day that he had met the girl had been when he and the other agents had crashed into Nova's house and found her there. At the time seeing her there had brought out his anger. He didn't hate Akeelah as much as he did Guillotine back then, but just knowing that she was associated with that guy did not make him pleased to see her. It had taken some time after that for him to even talk to her after that.

"Last time I saw her she was...okay I guess." he replied. "I mean as fine as a young pregnant chick hiding from the feds could be." It was amazing to see that Gil gave a crap about her at all. Of course his partner had hinted before Gil's interrogation that the hound would confess to them because of the girl, but it still surprised him to see someone who he thought was so heartless care at all. How was he supposed to respond to that? "You...don't have to worry about her. She's in good hands. You don't know who is watching over her right now but they are good guys. A little whacky, but good guys...if anything I'd be more worried about them if they piss her off."

"Well, enough about that for now. Today isn't over yet, and we got a lot to do." Jesse said, attempting to move the conversation to something a little less depressing for both their sake. "First thing on the list is to get some shopping done. I cleaned out the fridge to make space for anything you want, so tell me, besides people what do you eat? If you are going to be staying here I got to know what you like so I can cook for you."

[Guillotine]

This living arrangement was going to take some getting used too. Not only did Gil have to live with a human but he just had to be the same human that put him away. Now he had to stay with the man in his home like some pet dog. Gil disliked the idea just as much as Jesse, however he didn’t want to risk being put back into that dreadful prison cell. Living with Jesse didn’t seem so bad after he spent time in that hellhole. The PIDA didn’t make things easy for him. Suppose he’d give living with Jesse a shot. The more he was around Jesse the more he began to warm up to the idea of staying with him. Gil would never admit this of course.

Guillotine cocked an eye brow when Jesse explained the letters. To the hound’s surprise the mail piled up on his desk weren’t bills. Jesse soon explained what the stack of smelly envelops were all about. “F-Fan mail!?” Was Jesse trying to pull his leg? Surly this had to be a joke; only no one was laughing. Confusion filled Gil’s forest green eyes when he looked Jesse over. He appeared to be trying to find some sort of hint that this could possibly be a joke. A smirk, or possibly a giggle would let the hound know he was yanking his chain. Unfortunately, he didn’t find such. Jesse was being serious. Guillotine couldn’t quite believe what this man was saying. Jesse had fans? Humans (or possibly even a few supernaturals) were fans of this guy? This couldn’t be true. Who on this god-forsaken earth would be fans of this moron? Gil thought to himself. This sounded absolutely ridiculous to him, but yet, the evidence lay there on the human’s desk. Jesse’s other job couldn’t have been as glorifying as being a PIDA agent. Then again he could be wrong. Was this human an EX-assassin that grew a cult following? Gil doubted that. Oh! Maybe he was an actor of some kind? No, that didn’t seem right either. The hellhound had no idea what Jesse did in his spare time but the curiosity of it all was killing him. Gil’s head turned to the desk. He eyed the mountain of paper that sat in a messy pile. Man, there was a lot of ‘fan mail’. Jesse had to have done something quite interesting to get such a response from others. Jesse soon explained that he would tell Gil about it later. This was good, Gil was getting very curious.

The male then rolled his eyes when Jesse asked if he was sure about his sleeping arrangements. Gil was positive the couch would be the perfect place for him to sleep. It was in the front of the home, so he’d see EVERYONE that stepped through the thresh hold. Gil didn’t want to be held in the basement like some kind of animal, locked away from the world. No, Guillotine liked to keep tabs on what was going in his environment. Like any other pet dog he wanted his nose in everything. Best of all the living room was very homey, unlike the basement. It didn’t seem like a good place to put a cold-blooded hellhound anyway. “Yeah, I’m sure.” The hound had looked around the basement. There wasn’t a single window in the room. There was no way in hell he could live down there unless Jesse had a heat lamp. He doubted this. Jesse didn’t seem like the type of human that would have a reptile. With a snort Gil voiced his option on the basement. “It’s too dark and cold down here. I’d rather sleep in the living room where there is light.” The beast looked around once more as he continued to speak. He really didn’t want to tell Jesse about his cold-blooded problem but he didn’t see any other way around it. Since they were living together it was best that Jesse knew beforehand. Embarrassed, Gil’s gaze fell to the floor as he spoke. “I think we should get me a heat lamp while we are out. You know, just in case I get too cold. I don't do too well in the cold.”

Soon the conversation switched to a more interesting subject. This was good; Jesse was finally going to answer his question about Akeelah. Oh, when he did Guillotine’s whole demeanor changed. What color that was left on Gil’s pale face vanished in a matter seconds. The male stumbled back as he began to feel lightheaded. His eyes then widened in shock as he looked to Jesse. Akeelah was pregnant!? He wasn’t expecting this kind of news. Sure, he had a hunch the doctor was lying about it before. The timing was just too perfect. It all began to make sense now. So it was true, Akeelah was pregnant; and with his kids no doubt. Akeelah was many things but a whore wasn’t one of them. Gil was positive of this. Over their relationship Gil had begun to realize Akeelah didn’t have quite as many friends as he thought. The woman kept a few close friends to her. Needless to say the woman didn’t appear to be a social butterfly. Surly she didn’t run out and sleep with someone else. It wasn’t in the girl’s nature.

So, all the blame had to fall on him. Akeelah was pregnant with his kids. What was he to do? The male contemplated on telling Jesse to take him to her, but that would only cause more trouble and heartache. Gil didn’t know much about pregnancy’s however he did know a lot of stress could harm a mother as well as her unborn child. Visiting her wasn’t an option at this point. Still, the hound couldn’t help but to feel a bit guilty about the whole situation. He would have to get into contact with her; or her caretakers somehow. Getting Akeelah pregnant wasn’t his intention. Hell, the beast didn’t think it was possible. Oh, if only he had known. Perhaps he could have done something to prevent this from happening. Despite being overrun by guilt the hound didn't want to talk to Jesse about it. The conversation was beginning to go south.

Jesse seemed to have picked up on the mood. He quickly made a joke about Akeelah and her caretakers. This was what Guillotine needed to pull him out of his sudden surge depression. A light hearted chuckle crept from Gil’s lips as Jesse explained that he was more worried about his fellow agents pissing the shifter off than anything. “Yeah, you don’t want to get on her bad side.” The male said with a smirk. Memories of his mate flooded into his skull. For a moment he seemed a little depressed until Jesse once again changed the subject.

When the conversation changed Gil seemed to perk up. Jesse explained that he managed to clean out his fridge to make room for his food. What, was he really going to allow Gil to put a full body in there? The hound’s thoughts were dashed when Jesse asked if he ate anything other than people. Gil smirked, showing off that sharp toothed grin of his. “I’ll eat anything with a pulse.” He teased. The hound doubted Jesse would let him actually kill anything, so he’d have to just deal with eating something that was already dead. Gil crinkled his nose at the thought, but what else was he to do? “Cooking won’t be necessary. I don’t eat your nasty human food. It gives me the-“ The hound cut off in mid-sentence. He realized his statement was getting too personal. Gil doubted Jesse wanted to hear about him upchucking food, among other things that happened to him after he consumed cooked food. Clearly the hound couldn’t think before he spoke. ”Um, moving on…” The hound leaned his back against the wall to keep his weight off his lame leg. Damn, the thing was beginning to irritate him. Gil couldn’t wait for his knee to heal. With a sigh Gil looked to Jesse once more. “Raw meat will do, unless you don’t mind bringing home live prey. I wouldn’t mind having something to kill every once in a while. ”


(( Hope this post is ok. tis a bit blahh.))

[Special Agent Cox]

Jesse knew that he was walking on dangerous territory when he had to talk about Akeelah. That little shifter girl had been troublesome from the time he had been following her and her friend's trail. She and Raffe were the only two in that case that he and his group didn't run into right away, and when some of his crew did find her and hid her from him he had not been happy about it. It was no fault of her own really, the others had decent reasons to keep her out of sight but Jesse didn't like it. He had even distance himself from the girl after their unfortunate encounter until more recently. So when he tried to answer Gil's questions about her he felt like he was the last guy who should be saying anything. Besides, Gil was just as much of a threat to her as he was to every living being on the planet. The last time the two had met, Gil had sent her to the hospital. It was surprising to hear the concern in Gil's voice. TB had told him before that the two had a complicated relationship and all, but just how fucked up was it?

Well, now certainly was not the time to find out. Akeelah was a dangerous topic to discuss with such an unstable guy, and they had shit that they had to get done. So Jesse tried to change the subject. Thankfully that wasn't too hard to do. After being cooped up in a dark cell for weeks the idea of getting a decent meal in his gut and fresh air to boot made the hellhound pretty excited. Guillotine's demeanor changed back into its old self the instant Jesse asked him what he ate. "Well live prey I am definitely not going to get around here." he replied. "But raw meat huh?...well that much I can do." Gil was something else alright. Clearly Jesse had been going about how he treated Gil all wrong. While Gil looked human (a very creepy, sickly looking human) he was more like a dog than he thought. He needed lots of activity, toys he could play with, and couldn't stomach human food. If he thought about it, Gil wasn't going to be like having a new annoying roommate, he was going to have a new pet.

If he thought about it that way it didn't seem too bad. Dogs weren't too bad to care for. So long as he could curb out Gil's bad habits this living arrangement wouldn't be too bad. Jesse looked Gil over as he pondered the food situation. "So steaks it is then...I could get some pork chops too, maybe a bit of lamb too just to switch things up. It wouldn't be too hard to do. I can just cook it long enough to warm the meat up a bit for you to eat." yeah, that seemed simple enough. But would that really be enough? A strange idea popped up in his head just then. "Don't take this question the wrong way...but have you ever tried dog food before? I mean...you did say that human food upsets your stomach. I could get you a can to try out, just to give you other choices. I need to go to the pet store anyway to find you a heat lamp, and maybe a ball if you are really good."

[Guillotine]

Guillotine seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when the topic of the conversation changed to food. This was a subject he could talk about without getting depressed. Jesse had been quick to pick up on Gil’s rather unstable attitude. Suppose the human wasn’t as bad as the hound originally thought? If the agent truly hated Gil he would have put him outside in a leaky, cold dog house and not have given promises of tasty dog treats. Gil had leaned against the wall as he thought about this. His pale hand continued to clutch the small brown cane that sat beside him. The damn thing was a constant reminder of his weakened condition. God, he hated that cane. It reminded him of his new handicap. What kind of hellhound would he be if he couldn’t properly use his legs? What the male would give to be able to heal quickly like Akeelah and Raffe. Suppose a broken limb would be a cake-walk for them? Oh well, It was Guillotine’s fault he ended up like this. If only he hadn’t struggled against TB and Jesse then maybe he wouldn’t have gotten his knee cap blow out. Despite being the cause of his own pain, he couldn’t help but to blame others for his misfortune. It was easier that way. Guillotine had never been one to take responsibility for his own actions.

Needless to say, staying with Jesse wouldn’t be so bad. It would be interesting to see how things played out over the next few weeks. Guillotine was rather eager to see what a PIDA agent did around their house. He also wondered what was inside those damn letters his supposed ‘fans’ sent to him. Just the thought of it all humored the beast. As Gil pondered was in the pile of envelopes, Jesse continued to talk. The human had bad news. Guillotine poked his bottom lip out like a pouting child when Jesse explained that he wouldn’t be able to get the hound live prey like he wanted. Gil’s eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to retaliate but quickly thought twice about it. After a moment of silence he closed his mouth and looked away, obviously irritated over this ordeal. This was an utter disappointment. Gil enjoyed killing. Hell, destruction was in his DNA. Gil could understand why Jesse wouldn’t want to nurture that side of him. Killing was what gotten him into this satiation in the first place. Still, Gil couldn’t help but to feel a bit irritated by this. Man, he could really use a cigarette right about now. The hound doubted Jesse would buy him any. That wouldn’t be so bad; he could always steal a pack whenever they went to the store.

As for his instinct he’d have to find another outlet for his murderous tendencies. Problem was he couldn’t kill a damn thing. Well, not with Jesse around anyway. Guillotine was a bit too sneaky for his own good. His instinct and overall savage personality made the hound do horrible things. It would take some time for the hound to grow accustomed to more humane, less feral, actions. Gil still planned on tracking down a cat or two whenever he was left alone. This was a step down from hunting humans but it was still killing. A tagged hound could only do so much. Maybe he wouldn’t have to resort to that. Jesse mentioned next that he could get the hound raw meet. A light smirk appeared onto the hound’s face. This was like the light at the end of a dark tunnel. There was hope in this relationship! Guillotine was pleased to hear this. Sure, he couldn’t kill what he ate, but at least the food wouldn’t be cooked.

“Steaks, p-pork chops, and lamb!? R-really!?” Gil exclaimed as he wagged his bum in anticipation. The beast was too much like a canine for his own good. The male didn’t have a tail in this form, so he wagged his butt instead. Who could blame the hound? He couldn’t wait to dig his teeth into a tasty steak. The hound had eaten steak on more than one occasion whenever he stayed with Akhtar. The wizard prince always seemed to know what made the hound tick. When Gil couldn’t eat a human, steak was the next best thing. An explosion of excitement seemed to radiate from Guillotine’s tall frame.

Guillotine was so excited that he didn’t realize he was putting unwanted stress onto his knee. The sudden movement caused him to wince. A painful spasm then shot up his leg. His knee was still a bit sore; he’d have to be more careful. The male gritted his teeth before leaning over and rubbing his knee vigorously. He wouldn’t let the pain keep him from being happy; after all he was going to eat a steak! A breathless chuckle then streamed from his lips. Who knew the human that locked him up would be giving him steaks? “I should have come to live with you sooner, Jesse.” Gil joked as he peered down at his aching knee. He seemed pretty excited about the whole food arrangement. However, he couldn’t help but to frown when his knee began acting up again.

He’d have to pop a few pills before they left for the store. With the way the pain was going now he’d take a few more than usual. It was unfortunate the male was getting used to his meds', thus making him take a little more than the last. It wouldn’t be surprising if the male eventually became dependent of his medication. Gil was torn from his thoughts when the topic of dog food surfaced. Gil crinkled his nose for a brief moment when Jesse asked if he had ever eaten dog food. The nasty hard chewy looking bit of dog food quickly came to mind. Gil had seen dogs eating it before, but had never tried it himself. “No, I’ve never tried the stuff.” The hound then sighed before straitening his posture. “I suppose I could give it a try. It can’t be that bad.” The hound then smiled, pleased when Jesse mentioned the heat lamp, well that was one thing he wouldn't have to worry about-wait did he say he'd buy a ball too? Gil’s head snapped around to look at Jesse, sheer happiness could be seen in those forest green eyes of his. “B-ball? You will buy me a ball?” The idiotic hound was easy to please. Gil was rather surprised to learn that Jesse was nice enough to give him a ball; did that mean he would play fetch with him too? Gil had seen owners play this kind of game with their dogs. Though Gil prided himself on being more than just a human pet he couldn’t help but to slowly slip into the role when opportunities like this presented itself. This was utterly demeaning to his usual 'tough' persona. However, when instinct tugged at Guillotine's head, he couldn't help but to go with it. Without a second thought Guillotine asked: “Does that mean you w-will play fetch with me?”

[Special Agent Cox]

This whole living together thing just became a lot easier than Jesse could've guessed, almost ridiculously easy. Jesse had to hand it to himself, he could be more perceptive about people than he gave himself credit for. While he hadn't had much quality time with the oh so 'loveable' hellhound, he finally pieced together how to handle him. Guillotine needed to be treated more like an animal than a human. As insulting as that thought might seem to others, that was not the way he saw it. Guillotine had pretty much admitted that he wasn't very good at acting like a human. There was enough hints in his behavior that proved he had the mentality of an overly aggressive canine than a human man. Yes, Gil was like the pit bull of the supernatural world. He was just a dog with naturally aggressive tendencies. And just like a pit bull maybe he was a bit misunderstood as well. All dogs had the potential to be good dogs depending who owned them. Gil was bad, but that was because there was no one in his life to teach him, and curb his violent ways.

If Jesse could tame him though, would that change? It was definitely worth trying out. But first things first, he needed to get the hellhound to warm up to him. It was a task that was becoming quite easy after he figured out how to treat him. Just at the mention of some steaks, pork chops, and lamb got the hound excited. It was amazing seeing such a shift in attitude from Guillotine. It was almost like that awkward drive home didn't happen at all. Jesse had to try his hardest not to laugh at the butt wagging, but found it hard to not chuckle at the sight of it. God this living arrangement was going to be interesting. "Yes buddy, all the steaks you could want." he smiled, "Well....all that I can stuff in the freezer anyway. Luckily for you I made a lot of room there, so you should have enough food to last you the week. Provided you don't go too crazy with it." Gil was a pretty big beast, so there was a chance that he had a big appetite. If Gil needed to eat the equivalent of a cow then there would be a bit of a problem. But he could figure it out. being a PIDA agent had its perks, with his agency job as well as his other jobs he made enough that he could afford to feed Gil and not go bankrupt.

Jesse turned the subject over to dog food next. Gil seemed less happy about the subject, but he didn't completely turn away from that idea. The man pondered for a moment. Hmmm, so maybe dry kibble wouldn't be that appetizing to Gil, that made sense. Gil was pretty used to meat...well...he was used to human meat, but he didn't want to think about that. "Yeah, its worth a shot. It could be just something you can snack on while you wait for dinner. There is always canned food too, I am sure that will be better for you. Either ways, dog food dry or wet is designed for canines, so I am sure it won't upset your stomach." That was it then, he would pick up some kibble and canned food at the pet store when he went to get a heat lamp. And maybe a toy or two. It would be good to give Gil something to play with when he was in the house alone with nothing to do. Gil seemed to really like that idea too. Just the mere mention of a ball got the hellhound excited again, which made the man laugh. Dear god, Guillotine was such a dog.

"I don't think playing fetch with your injuries right now is a good idea. But maybe we can when you recover though." he replied. He wouldn't mind playing with him, it would be a better method of exercise than hunting innocent people. And hell, it would keep Jesse active too, which at his size wouldn't hurt at all. "Alright, that settles it then. We will go to the grocery store first, buy some food for dinner tonight and for the rest of the week, then we will go to the pet store. We can get started right now, or you can take a moment to relax first then go. What do you want to do?"