Vash closed the door of their bedroom with his key and checked two times that the door was correctly closed before turning to Roderich again and taking his hand, naturally, to walk along.
He was feeling funny at the moment... nervous with the idea of dancing with someone in this new way Roderich had just kind of taught him, jealous with the idea of seeing Roderich dance with someone else and... well, he still felt butterflies in his belly because they had danced together in their room, and it had felt intimate, special and... good.
It was like, with every little step, they were closer. Closer in the most... dangerous way. The most dangerous and, oh, so satisfactory way.
He squeezed Roderich's hand softly and dared to smile a bit, even if he was nervous, blushing softly.
"Were did you say your mother we would find them?"
"I don't know, in a bar near the University."
"A... bar. We do not go to bars often."
"I know... what about that place... the italian brothers talked about."
"Oh... ugh, really? There is a lot of people there for sure... and noise. Let's see if they are there... hopefully we will not have to stay"
"This issue again..."
"I-It's just... well... ok, I'll try"
"Are you going to dance with some girl?"
Vash sighed. He did not want to... but probably it was what he should do.
"I should, shouldn't I?"
"Yes."
"If there is a girl that is suitable, I... well, I'll... I'll try. What if there are no girls that want to dance with us?"
"Why aren't they going to want to dance with us?"
"I don't know, Roderich. Maybe they will, we will know when we see them. What if I don't like the girl I dance with? What if she is not nice or she doesn't smell good?" As you do.
"You are only supposed to dance, not to marry her."
"M-Marry! Oh... well..." Vash blushed. "You are right, I just... ugh."
"Relax, ok?"
"Ok, ok, I will relax. Nothing can go that wrong. Right?"
"That's correct. What are we going to do if..."
"If what?"
"You know."
"I don't. If what?"
"If you want to take to our room some... lady."
"To... what?! I am not taking anyone to our... wait. YOU might want to take someone to our room?!"
"Maybe."
"But... what kind of lady will you choose for dancing?!" He asked sounding scandalized.
"I don't know... a pretty one?"
"But... Roderich! Would you... be intimate with someone you just met?"
"Maybe just for talking..."
"To OUR room?! You can talk to me!"
"To talk before..."
"Before... being íntimate!"
"That's it."
"Whaaat? Have you... would you do it before getting married? And casually with some... bitch?"
"I'm talking about kisses, maybe!"
"Kisses!" He was ridiculously jealous all of a sudden.
"Well... yes."
"Hum! That's ridiculous!"
"Does kissing a girl is ridiculous?
"It... bah, it is not when you... just met her!"
"I don't understand the problem."
"It is my bedroom... where do you want me to be while you are kissing the... woman."
"Well, that's what I was asking first."
"I am not going to bring a girl here! But you seem to be interested!"
"How could you be so sure?"
Vash thought something like: Because what I want is to talk with you and come back with you and sleep hugging you. Not a stupid girl that I don't know and it is not interested! He blushed. Roderich looked him sideways.
"W-Well... I think... that I am not going to find a girl that I like enough to want to bring her here."
"You seem a bit fussy"
"You seem to be willing to bring here anyone! It could be dangerous!"
"I'm not saying that I will do it, but I could do it, and you too."
"Well if you do it, what do you expect me to do?! Sleep on the morgue?"
"Maybe something less dramatical like... go with a friend."
"You are... ugh! Which friend?! Where would you go?"
"Well, my mother is in town, so... I could go with her."
"Oh... true. Ugh. Well..." he looked at him sideways. "Could you please NOT bring a girl?"
"Mmmm..."
Vash thought again that he was totally screwed. Maybe... maybe it was better if Roderich brought a girl now, it was probably better to see him with someone else. Maybe it was what he needed to stop thinking about him THAT way. He shivered just with the idea of Roderich kissing someone else.
"If you are going to bring someone could you please at least... let me know? Just for me to find somewhere else to sleep"
"I won't know it until it happens"
Vash sighed.
"Well at least when you leave, tell me!"
"Well... if when you arrive to the room you see my cravat on the doorknob..."
"W-What?! How are you going to get here if you get lost every time!"
"Well, maybe know how to get there."
"Ugh... I am not sure, what if you get lost!?"
"Someone will found me, as always."
"I will be worried!"
"Don't worry, I will be fine."
Vash squeezed his hand again not wanting him to dance with anyone or to like anyone.
"Ok, ok..." he whispered, worried.
"So... what kind of girl do you like the most?
"Girls... Ehm... I like..." blush "brunettes"
"Really?"
"You don't?"
"Yes... what else?"
"Well... I-I... don't know. I want someone who's nice and who likes me... "
"Mmmm... it could be easy, because you are handsome"
"W-What?! D-Do you... think so?"
"Well, yes, you do a lot of exercise, so you have a strong, healthy and well fitted body. The girls usually apreciate it in a man."
"Oh... do y-you think so?" He blushed smiling a bit, stupidly.
"I think it's something about the instinct, like a healthy and strong man would be a good protector to her and their children"
"Oh, of course I would protect you. I mean..."
"I think you will have more problems with the... arousal thing."
"What?!"
"Yes, the girls could consider you a pervert if you... you know."
"I am not going to... anything! Roderich! You are the one who is thinking of bringing a girl to our bedroom!"
"Well, but what if it happens to you?"
"It is not going to happen to me... I think. I-I do not think I would... be comfortable with bringing a girl here. My father would kill me."
"Your father won't know it."
"What if.. I get the girl pregnant! Or if I get sick..."
"Are you thinking on sex in the first date?"
"ME?! I You are the one who is thinking of bringing a girl to our room TONIGHT!"
Vash blushed A LOT.
"But not for sex! I'm not crazy."
"Then for what?!" Vash looked at him really confused... weren't they talking about sex since they started talking about this?
"Some kisses and some talk. You can't have sex before the marriage!"
"That's exactly what I have been trying to tell you all this time!" Vash seemed relieved.
"It was obvious!"
"It was not! Or at least to me. That's what I calling the girl a bitch... I was quite disappointed of you."
"Well... now, that it is clear..."
"And I think again that you are not crazy" Vash smiled again, blushing a bit
"So..."
"So... well, in any case I do not think I will be bringing someone here, I do not think someone will like me that much to want to come here, I have told you several times that I am awful with people."
"That's a improvement point in your life."
"What?"
"It's very clear."
"Is... it? I don't see... it"
"How you couldn't see it?"
"See what? An improvement? I still think that I'm lousy with people."
"And you have to improve."
"I am trying!"
"Well, you have to pick a girl to dance tonight."
"Ughhhh but... Roderiiiich. I would prefer just to... talk with you."
"No, I'm not an option. And I want to see how your... manhood responses to that kind of situation."
"M-My manhood?!"
"Your arousal problems."
"B-But... You... le-let us think that I get aroused... I... you are not going to be there to... see."
"Maybe it happens during the dance."
"It cannot happen while I'm dancing! Roderich!"
"Well, it could be a little embarrasing, but..."
"It could be AWFULLY EMBARRASSING!"
"Whatever."
Vash looked at him sideways, wondering if... well, if Roderich really was able to understand how embarrassing was in general this issue. He blushed and looked at his own feet.
"Have... I become just a test subject for you, Roderich?"
"What?"
"Nothing... I was just wondering. At some point you make me think that maybe you would like it to happen... just so you could write your paper"
"No, we are friends, aren't we? I want ypu to go with a girl because... well, it's something good to achieve."
Vash squeezed Roderich's hand softly again, feeling relieved with the reminder that... well, they were still friends. Yes.
"Yes, you are my best friend in the world."
Roderich smiled a little with this, going in to the bar. Vash followed him, thinking that probably he would need a drink... or two, to feel less anxious and more relaxed.
xoOXOox
Well, but, Gala and Wallace and Scott were there... weren't they?
Yes. Hopefully... this is not the moment when Gala is kissing Wallace
No, maybe it's the moment when Scott was alone so Wallace will come back blushed... completelly blushed
And when Roderich saw his mother, went right to her. Followed by a tense Vash that squeezed his hand even more. He protested, for the pain.
"What? Are you ok?"
"You hurt me."
"Me... how?"
"Squeezing my hand!"
"Oh... I'm sorry, I am just... nervous" he looked at his hand. "Did I really hurt you?"
"Yes. Don't do it or I won't let you hold my hand again."
Vash looked at him so disconsolate.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered. Roderich didn't pay much more attention looking for his mother again
Again, the swiss felt completely in disadvantage against Roderich. He caressed softly his hand and blushed when he saw Mrs. Edelstein
"Mamman" Roderich smiled a little and she gave him a kiss and a hug like she hadn't see him in a whole year.
Wallace blushed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, trying to look casual, still shaking a bit with the kiss.
Scott went right to him. Wallace smiled smugly for a second. Although he cleared his throat and took a zip from his drink.
"Mamman" Said Roderich suddenly
"We need you for something."
Vash raised his hand to say hello and looked at Roderich wondering what would they need for his mother.
"What do you need, mon chou?"
"Would you mind to dance with Vash?"
"Wh-What?!" The blush on Vash's face could be compared with a red tomato.
"Dance with... of course!"
"B-But... this is your mother..." Vash whispered, thinking that, well, this was a different version of Roderich... not particularly what he needed to forget him.
"Yes... She is perfect, if something... happens, you won't be ashamed"
"How... c-can you... why..." He whispered. "She is your mother! I would be ashamed"
"Nah, she is my mother, nothing bad is going to happen. Anyway, she is my mother... you don't like she... do you?"
Vash thought that... well, it was bad enough to have a weird erection over Roderich... for sure it was awful as well to have one while dancing with his mother that also was beautiful. Although he would feel way more relaxed if he had an erection with HER, instead of HIM.
"Well she is good looking, I should probably like her, but no, not that way!"
Roderich smiled... and his mother crossed her arms, looking at him.
"Are you trying to make Vash unconfortable, Rodie?"
"W-What?"
"I'm sorry, Vash, he likes to play... that way with his friends"
"P-Play which way?"
"Like making you blush, and that kind of things"
Vash blushed.
"Mamman!" Roderich protested.
"S-So he plays..." whispered Vash trying to understand what was going on.
"I will dance with him, if is that what he wants, Roderich, but you know that is not OK be so naugthy."
"He... R-Roderich is..." Vash hesitated."He is nice with me, almost all the time."
"Mamman! He is going to do it anyways, and of course he wants!"
"He is going to do it because he is going to do anything you demand."
"So what?"
"This is even worse if you know it..."
Vash closed his eyes with that final comment of Mrs. Edelstein. It was true, but she was not supposed to know that!
"I-I am still here, please do not talk as if I were not..." Vash whispered again. Roderich rolled his eyes.
"Ok, mamman, the problem is that he is sick with some strange afection and we want to prove how that sickness evolve with a regular social interactions."
OK... officially, Vash wanted to die. He covered his face with his hands.
"What? What is wrong with him" Gala was worried about Vash automatically.
"I can't tell you, I'm his doctor"
"Oh my god..." Vash wanted to cry... or run. Or both. Maybe roll into a ball on his bed and die there.
"Well... play that doctors game if you want, but don't be so bad with him. I know you like him, I hope you will be friends for a long time."
"You are overreacting, mamman"
"I am not that sick... really" Vash kept babbling but nobody cares. "R-Roderich... c-come with me to... buy a drink, come on..." Vash almost begged, just wanting this conversation to stop. Roderich's mother was really dangerous.
Roderich looked at him and nodded. Vash pushed him softly but efficiently, looking sideways at Galia and blushing again. Ugh. He hated her. He "hated" her.
"Why would you tell your mother that I am sick!"
"Because she was scolding me... Like I really was bad with you. I'm not, Am I?"
"You... well... you sometimes make me nervous, yes, but you are also my best friend and I trust you blindly... although I am not sure you can understand how awful is all this situation and how humiliated I feel with this arousal thing..."
"But I'm not really telling anyone"
"Your mother seems to... KNOW things. Things she should not know or realize. She will infer the issue."
"I can asure you that she won't really know your sickness."
Vash sighed.
"Or... what things do you think she knows?"
Vash blushed and prefered to ignore that question.
"B-But we are fine, right? You and me... we are not going to... fight or you are not playing with me and trying to make fun of me or..."
"That was a... misundestanding. Obviously I'm not making fun of you "
Vash nodded, believing him.
"I am sorry for all these inconveniences, if things were just... as one week ago. We would be fine and I wouldn't be..." he stopped. "Well, you know..."
"What she means is... that I like to play with my friends. I usually do it with Ludwig in that way, but is not to mock him"
"Oh... you do... wait. What do you do with Ludwig? Make him... blush she said?"
"Well... yes."
"You mean that... you are with Ludwig as you are with me? You also..." Vash blinked in confusion.
"How am I with you?"
"I don't know... but you are not like that with anyone else here, and you are not like that with your mother or your brother..."
"Mmmm... I don't know what you mean."
"Well... probably you are even more... well, I don't know, Ludwig is also your friend. I guess it is normal."
"Could be" he shrugged. Vash crossed his arms and sighed, feeling jealous again.
"Does Ludwig have a girlfriend?"
"Mmmm... no, until his last letter."
"Hmmm..." Vash was not convinced
"and how do you play with him? Do you play with me the same way?"
"Well... not exactly, but... you know, he likes my mother because... well, she is beautiful and I make him go to ask her anything."
"Oh! He likes your mother..."
"Well, yes. He says that he doesn't but..."
"Well, that's... understandable" and I really don't care. "I don't like her that way..."
"I'm not sure I believe you."
"Well she is very pretty but... she is your mother, she's older, she is married and I'm scared of her."
"Are you scared?"
"I-I-I... mean. I think she... sees trough me."
"Ah, for sure, she does it with don't let that it makes you nervous, it's just instict, nothing really rational"
"But... she might see things... like my problem."
"Mmmm... No, not really, because she is really good with the emotional things, and that is physic."
Vash sighed because he knew this was not only a physical response, this was something harder and much more complex that might had something to do with being in love with Roderich.
"You don't really have anything to worry, it's not like if you were.. falling in love with me or something similar" Roderich smiled because that was obviously a joke.
Vash's face was... a poem. Roderich blinked because that wasn't the expected reaction.
"What?! Of course not! No! No, no! What... why are you saying that?" He was even screaming with a highly pitched voice.
He laughed, being relaxed again. Vash was even shaking, nervous, blabbing and moving his hands.
"It's a joke, it's a joke" he still was laughing.
"Don't... ugh! What... what if I told you "yes, I am", do you know how terrible that would be?"
"Well, that's why I can joke about it."
"You too make me nervous with these jokes!" Vash hated him a bit. And hated himself for... thinking about it.
"That's why I do it."
"I need like... a beer or something! You are... impossible!"
"Mmm... Impossible sounds good"
"It is not supposed to sound good!"
"Don't blame on me if it does"
"Of course I blame it on you, and stop smiling that way!"
He laughed. Vash blushed because, Roderich was so infuriating and insufferable... and bloody handsome and irresistible. He wanted to punch him and kiss him at the same time.
Undesireble is the word you are looking for.
He'll get to it... at some point. Although right now he was more than desirable, to be honest.
It's easier to call him undesirable when you have... already had it. You know. Its quite cynical but...
But right now that seems rather unlikely to have him... so it makes him even more desirable. ok, switzerland, stop!
He can't handle with this.
He can't handle it... no. And he does not know how is he going to fix it... or make it happen.