Antonio And Katyusha

They made a stop on their way to the doctor's office. Vash was sure it was because Brian and Roy thought his meeting people was funny, but did his best to take it in stride. Everything was matching up relatively well so far. There was going to be something that did not stick. He was going to find it eventually.

In fact, everything fit together too smoothly. But everyone could not be possibly making things up to mess with him, could they?

Could they?

Vash did not want to know the answer to that question.

"This is Officer Zwingli. 'e's assistin' us wit' the recent rash o' thefts."

"Wonderful~!" said the hairstylist cheerfully. "Anything you need, feel free to ask! How about a haircut?"

The overly endowed woman the Spaniard was currently snipping locks from smiled over at him shyly.

"That will not be necessary," Vash replied as Roy pointed on the list who these people are. They were hastily scribbled at the bottom, like they had been forgotten about. Or, more likely, neither of them seemed possible of having anything to do with the issue. "I need to know where the both of you were yesterday night."

"With my sweet Lovi~" Antonio told without hesitation. "The proof is in the pudding!"

Vash would later check the man's kitchen and find that there was pudding everywhere that had not been cleaned up yet. It looked like it had been thrown several times and missed whatever the thrower really wanted to hit. With how cheerful Antonio was compared with how dour Lovino was, it did not take a stretch of Vash's limited imagination to guess a little of what had occurred.

Maddox would then lament on wasted pudding and Vash would nearly have a heart attack at his (once again) sudden entrance.

"I was with Feliks until late," Katyusha pondered, seeming uncertain about what came next. "Then when I was walking home Yong Soo showed up asking for some hair clips. He was so upset I gave him my entire box."

"That why ye're getting' yer hair cut?" Brian asked, thankfully as incredulous sounding as Vash felt.

Katyusha blinked owlishly, smiling weakly.

"Righ'," Roy rolled his eyes.

Vash almost whimpered. The key word there being almost. After all, it was beneath his dignity to actually whimper. Instead, he took the effort it would take to make such an undignified noise and used it to ask his next question. "Hair clips?"

Yes, that was all the effort.

Katyusha shrugged, only to have Antonio tut at her and reposition her head. "It's not that strange. Yong Soo occasionally asks for strange things."

It was not strange that he asked for strange things. Vash was certain that was not a proper use of English.

"I want to talk with this Yong Soo," he told Brian and Roy.

And though it was difficult, he managed to keep his unwavering courage while the two brothers looked sidelong at each other. Nervously.

Notes:

Oh Vash. Not even one day and you have already lost sanity to this town. There is no immunity, there is just accepting it. But being barely able to handle one day does not bode well for him now.

Though it is simply a good thing his imagination did not give him an idea of what Lovino and Antonio did after Lovino failed to throw the pudding bowl at the other.