Authors Note: Oooh people are actually reading this, cool.

The Perfect Drug

Chapter 3

I got my heart but my heart's no good

The black Mustang slowly pulled up besides a row of pristine white houses; each one identical to the rest. Their white picket fences enclosing in perfectly manicured lawns; sparkling under the afternoon sun. It was a perfect image of suburban America. Each identical house isolated from the rest. There was no identity, no personality, only similarity; sameness.

This world was completely different from the real world. It was too perfect, it was so fake. Just looking at it made Wolfwood cringe inside. Damn, he thought, All that's missing is the barking dog shitting all over the lawn.

There was one house that look different among the rest simply because it was built on a slope. It sat high above the rest of the world, nestled between the shadows of trees.

"That's me…" Vash said pointing to the house on the small hill.

"Alright then. You get the money, and we'll wait for you out here." Wolfwood told the blond stopping in front of his house.

"You're not coming with me?" Vash asked opening the door, and stepping out of the vehicle.

"No," he said rummaging through the stuff under his seat, "But I got something just in case you decide to bail…" His hand enclosed over a black metal object which he aimed to Meryls head.

"Unless you want her brains splattered all over the place I suggest you hurry up." Wolfwood stated in an icy tone holding Meryl up at gunpoint.

Vash just stared at the gun. His brain was sending signals to move, but his body didn't respond. Wolfwood noticed his reluctance to move so he aimed the gun at him instead. "Do you need a bullet through your chest to move, or are you capable of doing it on your own?"

The gun pointed to his chest gave him more of an incentive to start walking. He turned quickly and ran up the steps to his house.

As soon as Vash was out of sight Meryl pushed the gun towards the floor, "Put that shit away," she grumbled. The dark haired man complied and dropped the gun in one of the compartments.

He leaned back in his seat trying to relax. "You know, you need to watch your back," he began, "You could have been killed today."

Meryl just smirked, "Nicky, I didn't think you'd care."

Peering at her from his position Wolfwood just chuckled, " I could care less what happens to you Meryl, I just don't want to dispose of another dead body…"

"You're such an asshole…" she muttered facing the window. They both grew quiet as they waited for Vash to return; the only noise being the ticking of Meryls wrist watch.

"So who is he?" Wolfwood asked breaking the silence.

"Hmm?"

"The blonde, who is he?"

She smiled to herself, "Why, you jealous?"

"No, just wondering what a cutie like him would be doing with you." He didn't even need to look up to see the pissed off look in Meryls face.

"Don't you fucking dare get between Vash and I." She warned venomously. If she hadn't been injured she would have been ripping Wolfwood into pieces by now.

"Oh so he is your man?"

"No, not yet, but I'm working on it."

"So I guess…that means he's available…"

"Wolfwood I mean it, don't get between us."

"Are you that insecure?" he asked laughing.

Meryl just looked away, finding the outside scenery much more interesting.

"Don't worry he's not my type." He assured her. As soon as the words left his mouth Vash burst out the door, running towards the car.

"Here" he said placing the money in Wolfwood's outstretched hand, "$100."

Looking over the money Wolfwood counted each crisp bill to make sure it was all there. Grinning he stuffed the money into an envelope and dropped it in a compartment along with the rest of his possessions. "Well, it was nice doing business with you, Vash. Hopefully we won't have to see each other again"

"Yea… right," The blonde murmured out of breath from practically flying down the stairs.

"So Ms. Stryfe, were do I drop you off?" Wolfwood asked looking back towards the younger girl.

"Meryl if you want you can stay with me" Vash offered shyly.

"No Vash I don't want to be an inconvenience. You've already done so much for me." She added sweetly.

"Alright then." He said waving goodbye, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yea, see you tomorrow."

Wolfwood just rolled his eyes before driving off; tires screeching as they hit the pavement.

When they got back into the main street Meryl burst into laughter, "See, what did I say?" she asked Wolfwood between giggles, " I got him eating out of the palm of my hand."

Wolfwood glared at her through the rearview mirror, "You're a bitch."

He didn't know exactly why Meryls interest in Vash bothered him so much.

It's probably just because she treats men like shit and she's a dumb, drug addicted bitch, He thought smugly.

He had met Meryl years ago when she had come to them for her first hit. She started out with weed, like everyone does, but then she slowly moved up the ladder of doom. He could understand were she was coming from though. From what he heard she came from a broken home. Her mother an alcoholic, her father a wife beater. She had runaway; she left her home and went to live with her best friend Milly. It seemed she did drugs in order to deal with the reality called life. But that still didn't excuse her from treating men like shit.

Still though he barely knew Vash, so why should he care?

Vash, Vash, Vash, he thought, Was that the name Knives had used? Knives had talked about his brother before, but Wolfwood had never really paid much thought to it until now. He had to talk to Dominique about it, he was pretty sure she had noticed it too. They were so identical it was scary.

But if it is his brother what then? What does Knives want with him, what does he want with us?

The rest of the ride went uneventful, but he was still relieved when he pulled up besides Meryls apartment building.

"Well, aren't you going to help me?" Meryl asked struggling to get out of the car due to her injuries.

"Naw, I got better things to do."

"Fine, Fuck you!" She spat slamming the door to accentuate her anger.

Annoyed more than ever that she would hurt his baby like that, Wolfwood decided to fuck with her head one last time. Poking his head out the window he yelled out to her, "Hey Meryl!"

"What?" she asked expectantly.

"Say hi to Milly for me" he said grinning before speeding out of the alley.

Meryls jaw dropped as she glared daggers after him.

"Asshole!" She yelled before limping up the stairs to her apartment.

*******

Cuddled up in a black leather couch, Vash was drifting to and from sleep. His mind reviewing all the things that had gone on that day; starting with the encounter in the alley.

If I hadn't gone there…then I wouldn't have met him.

Wolfwood…His mind gently chanted turning his thoughts towards the dark haired man he met. Even though there was a certain roughness around Wolfwood, he still looked very young. He couldn't be older then twenty two. Vash sighed thinking about his mussed black hair, his tan skin, his piercings, and of course his dragon tattoo.

He probably has more tattoos, like on his chest or back. In his mind he gently ran long fingers across muscled skin. His fingers sliding up towards his face as he looked into his eyes.

I wonder what color his eyes are…

Maybe onyx or green.

No

They're probably blue, or gray.

Yea, deep gray eyes that could belong to no one other than Wolfwood.

Wolfwood…That couldn't possibly be his first name. Maybe it's his last name.

He mentally started making up scenarios for him.

Ok, His first name is Mike,

No,

Michael.

Yea Michael

He's 19, and works as a DJ in a club.

He's a DJ, but he's also an emcee, because the boy can rap. Vash thought smiling.

Even though he would be an underground rapper, he would still perform in packed arenas.

And I'd get to hang out backstage because we'd be good friends.

He giggled at his own stupidity.

If anything Wolfwood would be a hit man or an assassin. He obviously knows how to use a gun…

Images of him holding up a gun to his chest flitted through his mind. The black metal gleaming in the light. Truthfully the gun had enticed him, beckoning to touch it; run his fingers along the trigger. He never held a weapon before, but there was something familiar about it. Like as if in his past life he had used one. And then there was the person wielding the gun… that thought itself sent chills down his spine.

I am officially fucked

He was stressing over a guy, a guy he barely knew.

Vash had been attracted to guys before, that really didn't scare him. What scared him was how strongly he felt after spending only half an hour with him.

He could be a rapist for all I know.

But still…I wouldn't mind spending time with him.

He could picture both of them at a rave, carefully lodged between blaring music, and multicolored lights. His body would be pressed up against a wall, while Wolfwood kissed him.

Vash parted his lips imagining what he would taste like.

He probably tastes like sin.

His fantasy became more vivid, imagining the adrenaline running throughout his system due to the drugs, and the exhilaration of being with him. Their lips meshing desperately as their fingers interlaced…

And just as it was beginning to get good, the front door burst open. Startled, Vash jumped up and fell off the couch.

Rem stood at the door juggling her keys along with two grocery bags. Noticing the limbs on the floor she asked, "Are you alright?"

"Um yea, I was just asleep." Vash responded embarrassed

"I'm sorry" she said walking in. She placed the bags on the table immediately emptying them out, "Are you hungry?" she asked removing some cans.

Vash closed the door, leaning against it, "No, not really."

"Good then, that gives me time to cook," She stated busily taking out pots and pans.

"Do you want any help." He asked taking the remaining food out of the brown paper bags.

"No honey," Rem stated from the sink, "Just finish your homework."

"Okay," Vash agreed putting away the last objects. Exiting the kitchen he made his way up the stairs to his room. Upon reaching it he realized he didn't have his backpack.

Oh shit! He thought, I left it in Wolfwoods car! He dropped on his bed exhaling deeply.

I guess this means I have an excuse to see him again, he thought grinning. Funny how fate works…

TBC

Author Note: Sorry I didn't update in a while, but I blame it all on school. Lousy piece of…. Anyway next chapter probably wont be up till December, and if it comes out sooner its because I quit school and decided to devote all my time on this fic. I'm having so much fun writing this.