The Beginning Of This Chapter Is A Dream Sequence
Unlike most people, Maddox knew when he was dreaming. Would he ever, in real life, be able to steal a train, take it out on the road, and speed through red lights?
Maybe.
He had only stopped twice. The first was by Yao's house, so he could throw turtles into his yard. The second was to be pulled over by Vash.
"What seems to be the problem officer?"
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" Vash frowned at Maddox, his arms folded over his chest, creasing his perfectly dry cleaned/ironed uniform. Maddox wondered if he had seen Vash in anything that did not require such upkeep.
"Because my tail light's out?" Maddox started hopefully.
"No." He caught Vash's eyes giving a quick glance to the back of the train. Probably because he was not sure how honest the comment was. "But I'll add that to your list of violations."
"I have more than one?" Maddox replied sadly as Vash pulled out his ticket board and began scribbling quickly.
"Yes." Finishing the first one he ripped it off and stuffed it into Maddox's breast pocket. "You have five."
"Five?"
"One for each finger." Vash nodded. Maddox pondered about the man's reasoning, but said nothing more on the matter as Vash stuffed another in his pocket. "One, for not turning on your blinkers..." Which was a given.
Maddox nodded.
"...the second is for speeding..." Which was understandable.
Maddox nodded again.
"...third is for stealing a train..." They give tickets for that? "...forth, for ignoring eight red lights..."
Maddox felt his pocket was stretching.
"And the last..." Vash continued as he finished writing the last slip, smashing it into Maddox's breast pocket. That was right before he grabbed him by the wrists, pressing him against the train.
"Yes?" Maddox tried to sound as bored as he usually did, but the invasion of his personal space was making him feel uncomfortable.
"Is for being too sexy," Vash sneered as he kissed him.
Maddox woke up then, as it was finally eleven o'clock.
"This really needs to stop," he said aloud, hoping maybe his subconscious would hear it. Then again, the last time he had had a dream like that (though he was sort of stealing a museum door) he had said the same thing and now there was this one... so it obviously had not worked.
At least he woke up in bed, which meant Arthur had not tried to get him up earlier. That was occasionally embarrassing.
Still, as of right now Maddox pushed everything back into the back of his head (where, by all reason, it belonged, Maddox believed) as he got up and got dressed. Then he slowly made his way out to the kitchen, where surprisingly Arthur was not making breakfast, but Alfred was. Oh, well then again he had a patient, did he not?
"Morning Maddox! Or noon, since that's sort of closer by now."
"Good morning, Alfred," Maddox responded, sitting down and allowing Alfred to serve him. At least it was healthy, if not tasting strange. Oh well.
"I'm surprised that your even sticking around this morning," Alfred said nonchalantly. "I thought you would be off to throw that fifth birthday party for the Pacific Street sign... or whatever you actually do when you say you're doing that."
Maddox blinked, swallowing. "Now you are just being silly."
Suddenly he was aware that he said something... strange. Alfred was staring at him and those words had felt too strange in his mouth. What had he said?
"You've been spending too much time with Vash, Maddy."
And that was ironic. Very ironic.
Maddox considered what he should do today. Taking some more pictures with Heidi sounded like fun, even though they did not really have to do much more until the wedding. He had to set aside time to decorate the street sign. Alfred was right, it was the sign's fifth birthday. And maybe... maybe he would try and talk to Vash without getting pushed away again.
At the very least, Maddox was going to paint a turtle on Yao's roof. Yep, that sounded like a plan.
Notes:
Sorry for missing yesterday everyone. Illness is no fun, I must admit.
Apparently having a strange dream about a friend does not bother Maddox too much. Heracles could learn something from him.
Stealing a museum door! Baccano, anyone?
Maddy and Matty. Alfred is going to get confused soon.
After a response I wrote to someone about Maddox and facial expressions several chapters ago, I remembered that yes, indeed I do know what Maddox with facial expressions looks like. DF drew something with that which is of the utmost excellence, considering our Hong Kong is the same guy. DF really is the developer of his strangeness.
So go to Deviant Art, go to Lilithnanhart's page and put in these endings into the web address. I assure you of epicness. In fact, it is even them as countries. Double yum.
/art/HistoricallyAccurateMyAssP1-128676361
/art/HistoricallyAccurateMyAssP2-128676732
