Hello, my darlings, welcome to chapter 2 of my yaoi fanfiction. This is my first ever yaoi fanfic so please excuse me if it's too slow, or too fast, or whatever...and feel free to PM me with any story ideas or complaints you may have.

And also, with Vash as the uke he is going to act pretty OOC-ish (out of character) but I still tried to give him that defiant, bold, slightly sarcastic attitude we all know and love. ;-) and I apologize but this chapter won't have much...yaoi-ism. Just hints.

Anyway, let's get this party p-p-pumping!


Vash woke up to sunlight streaming rudely through an uncovered window. He shielded his eyes with his hand and sat up, waiting for his vision to return to normal. For a few seconds he was confused about his unfamiliar surroundings, then remembered that he was trapped in a mansion with a hot, young doctor who would be dealing with his "illness".Groaning at the thought, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stared at a small alarm clock that sat on the bedside table. It's face read 8:06, which gave him plenty of time to get ready for the day.

After washing up and changing, he headed for the door, running a comb through his damp, choppy, blonde hair. Opening the door, he dropped the comb on a table and headed out, shutting the door behind him. Looking around him to get his bearings, he started down the stairs, trusting his sense of direction. After arriving in the living room where he had first met Dr. Edelstein (the memory caused his heart to beat erratically) He turned down the hallway that the Doctor had disappeared down the night before. Four doors stood, two on the left, two on the right. Taking a guess, he opened the first door on the left a crack and peered in.

A library. From his position at the door, all Vash could see were books,books, a chair, and books. Smiling, he closed the door and moved to the next one. This one was a parlour of sorts, with large, plushy arm chairs surrounding a large oak table. A fireplace stood grandly in the middle of the wall. He tried again, moving to the right of the hallway. This time he found himself in an elegant dining room, where Doctor Edlestein was sitting at a large table, surrounded by foods of different ethnicities. As Vash entered, the doctor smiled. Like the night before, Vash felt his pulse beat wildly against his chest, like a frightened bird cornered in a cage. Certain that he was blushing, Vash looked down at the floor and walked toward the table hesitantly.

"I am impressed, Vash. I do not recall telling you where the dining room is, and if I do say so myself, this house is rather large." He smirked.

Vash looked up slowly, raising an eyebrow at the arrogant doctor.

"...yeah, I'm pretty good at that."

"Well, don't just stand there, sit down!" He said, gesturing to the seat opposite his. Vash sat down and stared , at at the wall, the table, anywhere but at the doctor and his sexy ass smirk.

"Are you okay, Vash ? You look a little...distracted." He said, smile widening like he knew the affect he had on Vash.

"I'm fine, thank you." He answered quickly, forcing himself to look directly at the doctor. This caused him to blush, if he wasn't already.

"You're red"

"A-am I?"

"Yes."

Vash lowered his gaze, feeling like he was going to spontaneously combust. His face might melt soon if he didn't do something. Why did he always feel like this around the Doctor?

Suddenly, the flutter of fingertips brushed against his forehead. Letting out a low moan as a tingle ran down his body, he jerked himself away from the table,nearly falling backward over his chair.

"D-don't touch me!" He gasped. Looking up he saw the doctor freeze in a taking-your-temperature position. Breathing in short bursts, his body on fire, Vash lowered himself slowly back into the chair. Doctor Edelstein did the same,looking utterly bewildered.

"I'm...sorry?" The doctor said, more question than apology. Vash realized what he must have looked like, jumping away and screaming at a mere touch. Insane.

"No, no! I should be the one apologizing...I realize that was uncalled for.". Vash muttered embarrassed, not entirely sure why he was trying so hard to make amends, "it's just my natural reaction to physical contact..."

"...I must say, that was quite the reaction." The doctor answered with a slight laugh, returning the meal to some semblance of normality, though he still had a confused and bemused look on his face.

They sat in silence, neither eating much, but both showed a strange reluctance to leave the table. Vash still extremely uncomfortable in the presence of the doctor, who sat with a pondering look on his face.

Vash mulled over the conversation and realized something.

"Doctor...do you know why I'm here?"

The man in question smiled and answered, "Actually, no, I do not."

Though it puzzled him, Vash couldn't help but relax a little; the doctor didn't know about him and his little condition yet, though he could probably guess the major details.

"Well, why don't you? Doctors usually collect that information about their patients before admitting them, right?" The whole situation was very strange.

The doctor smiled again, "You're very talkative all of a sudden." (Vash blushed again) ,"But, yes, we do usually collect information about our patients. However, you were...a special case."

Vash shifted uncomfortably at the word "special". "What do you mean?"

"Well, when your father called me, I tried to get the necessary information but he refused to answer any of my questions. No speculations, no dates, no symptoms, nothing! He only gave his name and yours. When I tried to explain I couldn't accept you as a patient without the necessary paperwork, he said, and I quote, 'if I refused his son he would sue my aristocratic ass for every penny I own.' So naturally I accepted, because I'm not a very able fighter."

Vash sat stunned at his father's forceful and slightly terrifying nature. He made a disbelieving noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh.

"Although, I don't regret it, because your condition seems... ..unusual."

Vash squirmed again under the doctor's scrutiny, but managed to keep his face (and his blush) in neutral.

"Should I take that as a compliment?" He asked, eyebrow cocked.

"Take it any way you like, Vash " Answered the brunette, smirking again with his own eyebrow raised, face rested in his hand, "Though, because I don't know what ails you, I can't prescribe anything to make you get better...so I have to ...examine you."

Was it Vash's imagination or did the doctor just blush?

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. You're going to have to go through a physical examination, unless YOU can tell me what's wrong." The doctor seemed to have difficulty getting the words out.

Vash was saved from trying to sputter out a coherent sentence by Elizabeta, who had walked in through a side door. She smiled warmly (and knowingly,it seemed) at Vash before addressing them both.

"Are you two finished? I must clear the table."

The doctor cleared his throat and jerked out of his train of thought.

"Uh, yes, Elizabeta, thank you. Sorry to keep you waiting." He said, standing up. Vash did the same..

"OK, Vash . I have some paperwork and other things to finish up, so feel free to explore the mansion. And when do you want to set up the examination?"

Vash stood there in a disbelieving silence. Was he dreaming? Please let all this be a dream. He finally found part of his voice.

"W-wha-?" Was all he could manage.

"It's your choice because you ARE the patient, you know." The doctor winked, leaving Vash feeling faint. "Although, I suggest you get it over with sooner, rather than brooding over it late-"

"One week" he managed to force out.

"One week? Well, if you're sure..." The doctor smiled again, bowed to Elizabeta, and walked out. Elizabeta soon followed.

Vash stood there, frozen. Then everything came crashing down on him. In one week, the doctor would be examining him, physically. Just the thought of the doctor, running his hands down Vash's body...

NO, he told himself, don't go there. He slumped up against a wall and slowly sank down into a sitting position. He felt hot (in more ways than one), his heart was hammering in his chest, he felt lightheaded. And he was going to be physically examined by the hottest guy on earth.

Why him?

Why did he feel this way?

What exactly was wrong with him?

'I guess we'll find out in a week.' He thought wryly, walking to the door and opening it. He let it bang shut behind him.


So, that's chapter 2! I hope you enjoyed, and I can't believe how long that took! *mentally slaps self* so anyway, see y'all in the next one!