Vash actually went to the University telephone to find him. He is just waiting here for him.
"R-Roderich!" he still sounded shaken and was not able to look at him in the eye. "He-Here is your violin. Who were you calling?"
"My father. Let's go to look for my mother."
"Your... father? Why?" he asked, nervous, still hearing the echoes of Arthur's and Francis' moans in his head.
"To remove Francis of my bed."
"But your father is at home, isn't he? I mean, I understand that is absolutely... ehm... awful that your brother is in MY bed, but... can't we ask him to leave? And then change the sheets... ?"
"No."
"What is your fahter going to do? Ask your... mother? My father would kill me if I asked to do something I can do by myself..."
"Remove Francis from my violin's bed."
"A-Are you ok?" Vash sighed.
"No..."
"Are you worried about... Francis?"
"No" Roderich looked at Vash, taking his hand.
Vash squeezed softly his hand in a way too familiar movement, blushing a bit more.
"Then what's the problem?" he asked softly.
"Why he has to do that kind of things every time? He perfectly knows that that it's my bed!"
"Technically it is my bed... but well, I-I... I think that he thought that.. well, it was a safe place to do... that. With another... man"
"He obviously wants to get caught."
"Oh... does he? Why?"
"Because he is an exhibicionist"
(oh my god... didn't you bite your own tongue?! HA!
But he is just in the intimacy, it's diferent!)
"A-An exhibitionist*
"Yes, like me, but in a very inapropiate way"
"L-Like you? You are really saying that you are an exhibitionist?!"
"Well sometimes I supose, Luwding complains about it very often, but it's usually in my family as you could see"
Vash thought that well... it was true that Roderich was not precisely a very private person once you lived in his bedroom. He blushed AGAIN.
"S-So... at least you wouldn't like someone to see you have... sex"
"Of course not" just because you are virgin.
"But your brother likes that... what is your father going to do?"
"Scold him until he runs away to my granfather's arms." Well. that didn't sound THAT awful.
"W-What do you think of your brother having... intimacy with another man?"
"He is sick."
"Because he doesn't like women?"
"No, he does, but he is sick because he likes men too."
"But... well just... let's try to have an open mind about it, just hypothetically. We are going to become doctors, we should try to understand this... what if it is not a real disease?"
"What? It's obviously a mental disease."
"Well I'm not saying that it is not, but why if it is just a disease you have to live with..."
"Anyways we need more research about it."
"But probably a person like him does not need to be unhapppy or alone. What would you do you you were... that way?"
"Me? I'm not that way."
"I know, I know... but if you were. Hypothetically."
"What?"
"I-I'm just saying. Just imagine that you were... I can tell you what I would do if I were sick that way... if you tell me what you think too."
"What would you do?"
"I... would be scared all the time, thinking that if you found out you would stop talking to me..."
"Mmmm..."
"But I guess that after a while I would like to... be happy"
"And what would you do to be happy?"
"Well... maybe I find someone like me, someone that could love me..."
"Mmm... hard."
"What would you do, Roderich? I mean, if you were like your brother..."
"Try to be hapoy with a girl." That's your future, Vash.
"But if you liked man..."
"What?"
"You wouldn' like girls! How could you be happy with one? I mean, how could you... perform with a girl? Would you be thinking of a boy while... you know?" Vash blushed.
"My brother says that he liked both."
"Well yes, ok... but if you don't like both."
"Maybe I would submit me to treatment."
"In short, you would never be with a man."
Roderich shrugged. Vash sighed and then Roderich caressed his fingers without a reason. Vash got goosebumps but relaxed.
"Did you see any woman today that you liked?"
"No, I was talking with our teacher."
"What did they tell you?"
"Nothing important, they were with my mother, trying to not be so ridiculous and failing miserably."
"Oh... they are weird, they were fighting when I was with them."
"Really? Why?"
"Not seriously, I think they were playing... but they were saying that Scott would buy drinks to the professor to get better grades."
"Mmm... They are so strange"
"I also understood that they were playing regarding... well... weird things between them"
"Like what things?"
"Like... if they were playing to be together" Vash blushed thinking now that maybe he was subconsciously making himself see homosexuality even in things that were not that way.
"What? They too?"
"I-It's unlikely, isn't it?" He blushed even more.
"Sounds too weird. Why are we so... surrounded by that people?"
Maybe because we both are that kind of people... and it's just that we are just realizing, thought Vash.
"Maybe I was just seeing things" he confessed. "Do you feel a bit better now?"
"No, i'm still mad with my brother."
"And you didn't see all the things I saw..."
"What did you see?"
"They were... well, enjoying" In a very, VERY explicit way.
"Vash!" Roderich protested.
"Well, it's true!" He blushed. "I have never seen anyone doing... that."
"I don't want explanations of that!"
"Well... it was embarrassing!"
"I suppose."
"But I got your violin, and my box."
"What box?"
"My... my box. I have an important box."
"What? Why?"
"I have to... keep my important things somewhere. And my money."
"Important things like what? Your medical instruments?"
"No... important things for me, p-personal things."
"Oh... like what?"
"Like... pictures or things." Vash blushed even more.
"Can I see it?"
"Y-You... you want to see it? B-But..." he blushed even more.
"Yes, there are pictures of your family, aren't they? We could see them later in the hotel, in my mother's room"
"There are a few other things too..." things related to you... chan chan chaaaan.
"Oh... like what?"
"L-Like... things that for me are important. I'm sure you are going to thing that those things are stupid" Vash mumbled, nevous.
"Why? If they are important to you... I can understant the sentimental value. Maybe you could tell me the stories of that things."
"I... well, maybe you know some of them. So... will you not make fun of me?"
"No, not so much" he smiled and winked.
And he was soo handsome when he was that mix of bad and... playful. Vash smiled back and blushed idiotically.
And Roderich squeezed a little his hand and came in the bar again, looking for his mother, who was dancing with Wallace, who had never ever danced like this in his whole life! She was like... a ballerina! She was perfect and she moved smoothly.
Don't joke, he had never ever danced with a girl.
No! He had! In the dancing lessons that he took with old ladies
So lovely.
Shut up, Scott!
I could see that you loved from here.
Wallace was completely focused on Gala and did not notice that his son was back.
So he was being even more stupified.
Roderich walked to her directly. Vash followed Roderich, still hugging the violin and his box.
"Mamman"
She stopped. Wallace looked at Roderich and had to give a step back because... well, he was sooo close.
"Roro... what happens?"
Wallace blushed and ran a hand through his hair, nervously.
"Francis is... on our bedroom"
Vash looked at his feet thinking that well... Francis was not only in their bedroom, he was in his bed!
"Oh... do you want to sleep on my hotel? Just wait I will look for room's key"
Wallace lost aaaaaaaaaall hope with that declaration.
"Roderich" Vash whispered. He looked him sideways. "What about me? I cannot afford an hotel..."
"What?"
"If you go to sleep with your mother..."
"What?"
"Where am I supposed to go?"
"I don't understand what do you mean."
"Where should I go?" he looked at him so desconsolate.
"Where you want to go?"
"I don't know... Maybe I can sleep in the couch of your mother's room..."
"Why you want to sleep on the couch?"
"Well.. it's better than sleeping on the street."
"Are you suddenly having problems to sleep with me for some reason?"
"No... I like it. But your mother..." she's going to be there. He blushed.
"Yes... but she doesn't mind."
"Are you sure?" Vash looked at him, relieved.
"Of course"
"Thank you" he smiled. Roderich didn't pay atention while his mother gave him the keys.
"Thank you Mrs. Edelstein" Vash whispered softly once she did it.
"You are welcome, darling" she said, smiling.
Vash blushed knowing that she knew that he liked his son and even though she was going to allow them both to sleep there.
"I will rest here for a while, go to the hotel and take a bath before sleep if you want."
"Mamman, you don't have to tell us what to do!"
A bath with Roderich, great image. Thanks.
You're welcome.
The blush!
"I'm just saying because the bath is very big, seems like a pool. I think you both could fit in the same time."
"Ok, ok... maybe we will try" Roderich rolled his eyes.
Vash stared at him with an open mouth. Roderich doesn't pay attention. That was it. Goodbye Gala.
She winked to Vash, smiling. And the even winked!
Vash just squeezed a little Roderich's hand not even daring to look at his professor. Because she... knows.
Roderich pulled his hand to go and Vash let him pull him, walking outside, still with the idea of Roderich and himself... in the tub.
"I'm sorry for my mother saying that things."
"Wh-What things?"
"The ones about the bath... we don't have to take one if we don't want it... like we were babies."
"I-I-I... well..." He is not stupid. "Back at home there are thermal baths, I kind of miss them."
"Oh... so you want to take a bath, then?"
"O-Only if you want to."
"But... with me?" Yes, Vash, you have to say aaaaaall.
"O-Oh... I-I... well... " ugh ugh. "T-There is only one tub... right?"
"Yes. I think so."
"W-Well... she said it's like a swimming pool."
"Well, it's Ok, then" Roderich shrugged.
Vash looked at him quite impressed again. Were they REALLY going to bath together in a tub?! He blushed and became nervous almost instantly.
"Do you know where is the hotel?"
"We are walking there... you are a disaster with the orientation" Vash smiled, while nodded.
"Ah, perfect. I trust you, then... well are you still thinking that my family is so nice?"
"Well... yes. I mean, at least your mother is really nice."
"How you could say that after seeing my brother is doing... those kind of things?"
"W-Well... and in my bed. That's the major thing. I do not care if he does that anywhere else..."
"Well... it was the violin's bed, but I understand your point."
"It's... my bed" Vash whispered. Roderich rolled his eyes. "Well... if it is not, your bed is our bed"
"Do you really want us to argue about this?"
"No, no... it's ok. You didn't tell your mother your father was coming..."
"No, because she is going to warn Francis and then lie my father if I do"
"Oh... so she always protects him?"
"Yes and allows him to do everything he wants."
"But she does not seem to be tougher with you... I'm sure she allows you to do anything you want."
Roderich made a strange sound with his mouth like a protest but he really had nothing to say against it.