Chapter 3-Made of Scars
Vash, realizing he was still on top of Wolfwood, blushed beet red. Chuckling Nervously, he said, "Heh... um... I kind of forgot I was still on you."
Still blushing, he climbed off the priest and looked at the room. It was a mess. It looks like he hadn't much cared where his clothes went last night... Wait, HIS CLOTHES! Looking down he just noticed that he only had his boxers on, and Wolfwood could see his scars!
"Gah! Um, don't look." He hid behind a really short (compared to him, anyway) chair. He looked down, hoping not to see the look of disgust on Wolfwood's face.
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Wolfwood's eyes slid over Vash's form and softened. "Oh, Vash..." he said, a tone of true worrow in his voice. He walked towards the gunman and laid a hand on his chest, fingers tracing a particularily nasty scar.
He had a sudden, rierce urge to kiss that scar, to try and make it all better. But he quickly banished that thought to that deep, dark corner of his mind that, of late, seemed to be expanding.
"what have they done to you...?" he whispered, fingers wandering to the metal grin that covered a deep hole in the blonde man's chest. It was almost like his heart had been ripped out.
Nicholas' heart wrenched in sudden anger. He hated it. He hated that people did this to Vash. He was gripped with the sudden urge to HURT.
to KILL
anyone who tried to HARM
his dear, dear Vash.
He knew it was SINFUL
to KILL
fornothing more than HATRED
and REVENGE.
But Nick didn't care
if it DAMNED
him to HELL.
He just wanted them to PAY.
He realized he was trembling. His fist was clenched tight, knuckles white, resting against Vash's chest. He forcibly relaxed his hand and lowered it to his side.
"Why do bad things happen to good people? No matter how many times I search for God's answer to that question and I can never understand why."
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Vash just sat there in shock. How could anyone just sit there and look at his scars and not be appauled by them? Tears filled his eyes to the brim.
"Thanks, Nick. You're the only one who hasn't turned away in disgust," he said softly, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. He just sat there in all his sorrow and shame, letting someone, the only one who ever saw past his fake smiles and laughs, in for the first time. "Thank you," he whispered, "thank you." Vash laid down on the floor and cried.
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Nick stood for a moment, then knelt by Vash's side. he hesitated, then wrapped his arms around the other man tightly as he cried.
"You don't have to thank me, Vash. I could never be disgusted by you," he whispered to the blonde man. One hand absently ran up and down Vash's back.
Tears welled up in his eyes and fell down his cheeks silently. He didn't deserve this! Vash didn't deserve to be in pain or to be sad. He had his flaws, as did everyone, but he was a good person. It was just so... unfair!
He held Vash tighter. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Vash. I wish I coul've helped," he said.
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As Vash quieted down he noticed the tears flowing from Woofwood's eyes. He couldn't believe it. No one but Rem had ever cried for him, not even his brother. That made him smile and he hugged Wolfwood back and said, "You're the first person who has ever seem me break before." He smiled for a second or two more before he noticed he was only in his boxers, and Wolfwood was only in a pair of really low pajama pants.
Blushing, Vash stammered, "I... Um... think we, um, need to get dressed." He was glad that hte mand had given him a shoulder to cry on, but dammit! The man was sexy...
Shit, he did not just think that...
Embarrassed, Vash jumped up, knocking over the chair he had previously been hiding behind and scrambled to get his clothes.
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Wolfwood sat quietly on hte bed as Vash replaced his clothes. Watching him pull on those tight, leather chapps was fun. But he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, watching hte other man dress.
When Vash was done, Wolfwood was still sitting on the bed. "I'm not just putting clothes on. Unless you want to watch me strip, turn around, he said after Vash gave him a questioning look.
"Of course, if you really want to..." he hoked.
Then he thought about it. Did Vash want to watch? Would Wolfwood mind if he did? He knew he should, but he really didn't think he'd mind it that much. In fact, he wouldn't mind if-
whoa. Wait a minute. That train of thought was very un-priest-ly
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Vash looked down, blushin, and scratched the back of his head shyly. "Umm... no... I mean, you're not bad looking... I mean, not in that way... um!" He was sure by now that his face was completely red with embarrassment, but he couldn't help but look up and glance at Wolfwood, still in all his glory. Wait!! He did not just think that! He really needed to go before he embarrassed himself further. "Umm... I think I'll leave you to your changing..."
Then he bolted out the door and down the stairs. When he got tothe bar there was no one there but a coulple of older guys playing chess in the corner. Vash clamed himself and walked up to the bar. "Can I please have eggs, bacon, toast, and a coffee?" he asked with his most pleasant smile.
"Yes. What a nice gentleman," said the lady behind the counter.
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Yay!! New chapter!! Sorry it took so long...personal issues and all that good stuff...R&R!!