D/C: Don't own, don't sue
Amplified
Part 1- Adrenaline Rush
Chapter 2- Block Lockdown
3:00 pm
"Hello, is this Mo?" Vash asked as he cradled the phone with his shoulder as his hands held up a white piece of paper he was scrutinizing. "Oh wassup, this is Vash…Yea, Dom's homeboy…yea she told me you wanted to hook up…"
"Hey Vash, what happened to the sugar?" Wolfwood asked walking into the living room, only to find Dominique sprawled out on the couch. "Oh hey Dom," he whispered a little confused to finding the busty brunette there.
"Hey," Dom chirped as she patted the spot on the couch next to her, "Come over here."
Wolfwood still clutching the sugar bowl within his hands obediently made the trek over to were she sat on the couch. Her long dark hair was loosely clumped in a ponytail, long legs stretched out, covered with a thin sheet of sweat from her resent jogging.
"What's up with you, I haven't seen you recently," Dom smiled patting Wolfwood's bronze arm affectionately.
"Yea I've been hiding," He said as his eyes darted back and forth in the room, "Where's Vash?"
Dom sighed leaning back in the couch, "He's calling somebody."
"Who?" Wolfwood asked scrunching up his face.
Dominique simply laughed patting his arm, "I hooked him up with this guy, you can't be the only fool he hangs around with, besides you never pay attention to him so he's gotta move on."
"I pay attention to him," Wolfwood said as his eyes fell to the floor, and his lips into a pout.
Dom continued laughing at his protectiveness, "Maybe, but not enough, so now he's got to find himself someone that really cares."
"I care!" He nearly shouted getting up.
Dom gaped at his outburst before frowning as she placed a hand against his forehead, "Are you feeling ok?"
"Yea, why?"
Dom stared into his bloodshot eyes before asking, "Nick are you high?"
"No-o, No, why?" he asked too quickly.
"You look high," She said scrutinizing his face.
"Um-well, I'm not," he stated nervously whirling out of her grasp, "I gotta go to the bathroom now, I'll see you later, peace!" he quickly blurted out as he ran out of the room.
Dom just sat back on the couch starring after his retreating blur.
Vash came in moments later with a big smile on his face as he sat besides her.
"Did you get Nick high?" She asked turning accusing eyes to the blonde.
"Um…" paled considerably before swallowing down a lump in his throat, "Look, he's a grown man, he can make decisions for himself, and it was all his idea anyway."
"He's spazzing out," Dom claimed worriedly looking towards the hall Wolfwood had disappeared in. "You need to keep an eye on him."
Vash just dismissed his friend and went back to his smiling, "Me and Mo hooked up."
"Good," she said turning her dark eyes to the blonde
"Yup, he's gonna drop by at seven." He chirped enthusiastically.
"It's about time you moved on," Dom said getting up, "It's not good to pine over someone impossible like him," she said cocking her head to the side, indicating to the man that had ran down the hall.
"The same way you did?" Vash asked walking her to the door.
Dominique smiled bitterly as the warm afternoon sun greeted her, 'That was different, we actually went somewhere."
Vash just smirked thinking about what had happened on the kitchen table minutes earlier. As much as he wanted to wipe the smug smile of Dom's face he kept the event to himself.
"Keep an eye on him though," She said stepping into the porch, "He's bound to do something weird."
"Uh…yea," Vash said chuckling nervously, "We wouldn't want that."
4:00 pm
An hour and half a pack of cigarettes later, Nick was back to normal; fuming as he sat smoking on the porch.
Vash was sitting besides him biting his nails nervously. He didn't know if Wolfwood knew what had almost occurred between the two of them, or if the haze of smoke was clouding away his memory. He hoped for the latter.
He was still chewing on his nails when Midvalley approached the duo.
"Hey Vash, Sup D?" Midvalley asked as he sat on a stool between them.
"Hey," they both mumbled acknowledging his presence.
"Yo Nick they were clownin you at work today."
Wolfwood mumbled under his breath as he took a puff of nicotine.
"They just kept playing the security tape over and over again. I know it wasn't you, but the dude in it does look like ya."
Wolfwood just shook his head before smiling slightly, "Vash told me what happened to your bike yesterday…"
Midvalley frowned as he turned to the blonde, "Man, I don't be going around telling your shit."
Vash just snickered, "I woke him up bright and early just to tell him what happened."
The sudden creaking coming from down the street stopped their conversation short and caught all their attention.
"Is that Legato?" Vash asked trying to peer down the block. "Yo I think that's him," he said quickly taking of his chain. Wolfwood followed, hiding their jewelry under a chair. Midvalley hid his chain under his dark blue shirt, hoping Legato wouldn't see it there.
Soon enough the man that was undisputedly feared on the block was riding down the street in Midvalley's bike. The wheels slowly creaking as they tried to sustain the weight imposed upon them. Stopping in front of the three guys, Legato got off the bike, and approached.
"Wassup?" He asked glaring at each and every one of them.
"Notin," Vash mumbled turning away.
"When are you gonna return my bike, man?" Midvalley asked, trying to keep some distance from the blue haired man at his side.
"It's my bike now, punk," Legato stated, glowering at him.
Wolfwood frowned as Midvalley cowered behind him, "Man, why you trippin' just give the man his bike back."
Anger filled Legato's veins as he coolly stared down on Wolfwood, "What you gonna do bout' it huh?"
Wolfwood just turned from those golden eyes, gazing down the street instead. Vash averted his gaze too, preferring to stare at the cracked pavement.
"Yo Valley, got any money?"
Midvalley quickly shook his head.
"How bout you Vash?"
"Smoked it all," The blonde quickly responded.
"D?"
Wolfwood just shrugged, "Got fired yesterday, I'm broke as a joke."
Legato smirked as he caught a glimpse of gold around Midvalley's neck, "Y'all some high rollers." He walked over to Midvalley, and in a clean sweep, snatched the chain of his neck.
"Hey that's my chain!" he protested angrily.
Legato walked of snickering as he got back on his bike, "My chain now punk."
The three watched on as he made his way down the street before finally disappearing down a corner.
"Man, why didn't y'all do anything?" Midvalley asked angrily.
Wolfwood just shook his head; "Man I'm high."
"Me too," Vash added.
"My momma gave me that chain," Midvalley murmured tearfully. He walked down the porch before breaking into a run towards his car.
"Oh man, you know he's gonna cry in there." Wolfwood said watching the blurry form slumped over the steering wheel.
4:20 PM
"It's 4:20," Vash said smiling gleefully.
"It don't matter, according to you it's always 4:20."
Vash grinned as he started rolling up a blunt, carefully licking the cigar paper, "Damn straight it is, you want some mo?"
Wolfwood shook his head, "Hell no, not after what happened the first time."
Vash stopped his licking to look at Wolfwood's profile next to him. Does he know?
Before he could ask anything a dark haired girl by the name of Meryl, wedged herself between the two friends.
"Hey Vash," she asked brightly, completely ignoring the other boy next to her.
It was no secret how Meryl felt towards Vash, but the only dark haired person Vash had feelings for was the boy who was supposed to be besides him. Unfortunately there was an annoying girl sitting between the two.
"Oooh you rollin a blunt?" She asked leaning too close to him.
"Yea."
Meryl smiled shyly as he squirmed in her seat; "Can I borrow some?"
Wolfwood snickered besides her.
"Why can't you come over and borrow sugar or bread, like a normal person? Why do you have to go and borrow people's weed, I know you ain't gonna return it."
"I just-"
Her voice was drowned away as a white van, which closely resembled an ice cream truck stopped in front of Wolfwood's house.
4:38 pm
"C'mere!" Vash looked around wondering if the demanding voice was being aimed at him. "I said come here!" Knives repeated from the same unmarked van that passed by in the morning.
Vash obediently did as he was told, pushing a couple of kids out of his way as he approached the van, "Watch out now," He muttered to them. Standing in front of his brother he smiled broadly, "What up Dice? I mean Knives?"
"You sold that bud?"
"Yea, I sold some."
Knives looked at him, irritation seeping through his usually calm facade, "Then give me the money."
" …O-kay," Vash said uncertainly. He reached into his pocket, lifting out a small wad of cash. "Um…lets see, twenty…" The blonde eyed his brother's expression carefully as he counted the money. "…sixty…eighty…a hundred…" Realizing he ran out of bills he flipped the money backwards and began counting again. "…a hundred twenty…a hundred forty-"
"That's a hundred dollars, Vash, don't fucking play with me." Knives stated angrily.
Vash swallowed nervously still looking at the money.
"I don't believe this Vash," The younger of the two stayed quiet, still contemplating the money. "There was at least three-hundred dollars worth, you telling me you smoked up two-hundred dollars of my business?"
"Knives! Let me tell you what happened, you're gonna laugh your ass off," Vash began trying to weasel his way out of his brothers wrath, "Wolfwood got fired today…"
"Now what the fuck does that have to do with me?" Knives asked looking unamused.
"Let me finished," Vash protested, "So we started talking about our problems, and you know how we do it, we started getting high and-"
"If I don't get my money or my bud by 8 P.M tonight, you and your boy toy are gonna get your heads blown off." Vash opened his mouth to protest, but before he could start Knives cut him off, "I 'm not playing Vash, you don't disrespect a man's business like that. You've been doing this shit for way too long."
"You gonna kill me Knives? Your gonna kill your twin brother? What would our momma say?"
Knives simply shook his head, "8 P.M. tonight, not 8:01, not 8:30, 8 P.M. if you don't get me my money…" He placed his index finger against his forehead, in the shape of a gun, "Blough!"
With that he turned away from Vash and stepped on the pedal, racing down the street in his white van.
Vash stood on the sidewalk starring after him in disbelief.
Wolfwood was standing by this point, noting that Vash and Knives hadn't parted on a happy note.
Trudging away from the sidewalk Vash went back to the porch glumly scowling.
"What he say?" Wolfwood quickly asked the blonde who was looking at the floor in disappointment. "What he say?" Wolfwood asked again slower with an urgent force behind it.
Not being able to take Wolfwood's heated stare anymore Vash quickly began rambling, "I told him we were smoking weed and now he's mad and he says if we don't give him his money he's gonna kill us!"
"What!" Wolfwood practically yelled, "You told him I was smoking his weed!"
"He's crazy," Vash shouted grabbing onto Wolfwood's arm, "Let's stick together!"
"I can't believe this!" Wolfwood growled shaking Vash off him, "You were smoking!" He shouted, "I smoked half a joint!"
"Well no one forced it in your mouth." Vash protested.
"Might as well," Wolfwood stated annoyed, "C'mon Nick, its Friday, stimulate your mind," he said mimicking Vash's high-pitched voice.
The blonde just frowned as he sat down, "Why are you be bringing up old shit?"
Wolfwood shook his head annoyed as he stared at the empty street, "I can't believe you got me in the mix with this fool."