"Do you think I am lying? Fuck you! Okay? FUCK YOU!"

"I swear I'll.. ...ucking... ...kill..."

"Son... ...a... ...bitc..."

"Fuc... ...kill... ...Jason..."

Vaas drifted in and out of consciousness. Within his dream, figures were blurred and words muffled and torn apart. In the waking world, he could feel his forearm resting across his face, blocking the blazing sun from burning through his eyelids. The heat seemed to warm his whole upper body more than normal in the few times he was awake enough to really feel it. He could tell he wasn't in his bed, or any bed, but on a harsh floor or ground which dug into parts of his back. Truth be told, he had no recollection of last night, or where he was, but he wasn't awake enough to pull himself from his dreams to come back and get up to see.
Suddenly he was jerked into full awareness as the loud sound of dumping water hit his ears simultaneous with the feeling of a large quantity of salt water splashing onto him and laughter.

"FUCK, YOU PIECE OF SHIT." He snapped, staggering to his feet yet quickly making his way to his assailant before they had much of a reaction time. Running, he leaped into the air, his legs extending out and his heavy boots colliding with the fuckers lower chest with harsh force. He caught a curse rip from their lips and the clanging noise of a bucket hitting the wooden deck as they were flipped over the railing of the partially beached ship that his senses only just realized he was on. He heard a splash that sounded from shallow water, and moved to the railing, peering over the edge with a glare, his bright ice-colored eyes gleaming with murder. It was hard to believe the eye color so often associated with good people and ways, belonged to this psychopath. He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the man he now recognized. It was Dante, stumbling and muttering curses as he made his way out of the water, soaked.
"Do that again.. and I'll have you're fucking head you cocksucking asshole," Vaas threatened, holstering his gun before pushing off the railing, his eyes locking at Carlos and Derrek, no doubt the other source of laughter he'd heard earlier, standing there sheepishly. "And you too hermanos," he hissed, pointing at them with his index and middle finger. "If I didn't like you three.. you'd all be burned. Alive. Got it?" he spoke with a kill voice, at which Carlos and Derrek merely nodded to quickly.

Vaas began walking swiftly to the opposite side of the boat, grimacing from a pounding headache that wracked his skull. Spotting a red crumpled heap, he bent down and grabbed it. His shirt. That explained the heat hitting him more than normal, his shirt wasn't on to block any bit of it. Straightening it out with a groan he put it back on, looking around idly before catching sight of Ruy. She sat along the railing, her feet dangling off the boat. She was on the same side Vaas had drop-kicked his man off, so no doubt she had seen or atleast heard the she showed no reaction to it or even Vaas as he began approaching her. His eyes couldn't help but catch that she no longer had wraps beneath her shirt, as evident by her more obvious feminine physique. Moving in her direction, the leader harshly signaled Derrek and Carlos to scrap, at which they promptly did, hopping from the water vessel and gathering Dante before jogging back to camp, eager to get away from their leader who currently wanted nothing more than to gouge out their eyes. Vaas paused beside Ruy'Kai, moving and leaning his forearms on the railing at which she sat.

"Care to tell me what happened, hermana?" He spoke quietly, his gaze travelling to her with a suspicious look. The night before had left him with amnesia, a stinging inner nose, and a red angry injection site on his arm. He had no idea what it consisted of. All he could figure was drugs.
There was silence. "We talked," Ruy finally murmured, the lack of truth obvious in her voice.
"You're lying," he hissed.
"Does it matter?" she snapped back, growing impatient.
"I'd like to know what my fuckin' night consisted of Ru-"
"Kai. Make your life easier and call me Kai," she muttered, turning and hopping from the rail back onto the wooden floor of the boat. "Last night was no more than two drugged people acting on impulse. It doesn't matter or mean anything." She finished before moving past him and setting on her way back to camp. Her words seemed harsh, but truth be told, she just didn't want to hear them first.

Vaas raised a brow as she stalked off, catching sight of bruises along her neck and upper arms. He gave an amused grin and laughed to himself, putting his head down slightly and running his fingers through his mohawk back and forth at a fast pace to dry and ruffly it back up. It didn't take much to put the pieces together.

AUTHORS NOTES: Sorry for a short and kind of boring chapter, but atleast we see Vaas and Kai's relationship a bit better! Seems like she really wants to protect herself from him!

Also, next chapter may be kind of delayed due to my drawing muse finally coming back to me! but don't worry, I'll probably get on it in a day or two max x3