A/N: Long time, no see. Been having massive computer troubles lately, which are terribly bothersome. I'll hopefully get a new computer sometime in the next hundred years... Anyway, I decided to finally get this chapter off of paper and onto my hardrive :) So here it is, and there is definetely more than the close proximity thing going on in this one ....

By the way, Peanut Gallery-Alaska's Own pointed out that Vash had a ton of vacation time, even though I said he had just started working there 6 months or so ago. Uhm... let's just say that all those extra hours he puts in after work count up for his vacation time, okay :) That'll give you an idea of how much time Vash spends after work and then it'll also save me from having to go back and fix my mistake X3 Thanks for pointing it out!

Last thing, Vash shows his scars in this chapter. But don't think of his scars as being very massive as the ones in the show or the manga are. There's no metal grid, none of his body parts are missing (i.e his arm), and no screws. Think of Kenshin's scars in various degrees of deepness, or maybe imagine that someone took a knife and sliced the surface of his skin all over. Okay? And if you don't know who Kenshin is, look up a picture of him. There are tons, believe me.

-Part Seven-

A heavy rain was pulsing gently against the large window of Wolfwood's living room, the shades drawn aside to offer a better view of the foggy pane.

Vash was roused from his light sleep as the water cascaded down in thick rivulets. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a fist, he groggily took in the time from a small, convinent alarm clock on the table near the end of his bed/couch.

The dark, red colors glowed an eerie 3:30 AM, dully shining as the sole source of light in the room. The blonde scratched the back of his neck and slowly kicked his covers off, exposing pajama bottoms with little duckies on them.

Standing and stretching his bare torso, Vash decided to grab a glass of water before heading back to bed. Fumbling his way over to the small table beside the sofa, he hastily flicked on the lamp, giving a warm glow to the room.

Stumbling over the small box that contained most of his belongings, Vash though back to the time a few days ago when he had officially moved in with Wolfwood, changing his life from mundane to insane.

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Wolfwood jammed the small key he clutched into the rusty lock and jerked on the terrible doorknob until the door creaked open. He was then presented with the messy image of Vash's apartment.

Several white cartons containing left-over Chinese were littered next to a matress on the left side of the sparsely decorated room. The matress, that was shoved all the way against the dingy wall, had an off-white sheet thrown haphazardly across it and an equally pale pillow near the top.

Glancing to the other side of the room, Wolfwood took in the small aclove of a kitchen that was big enough for one man to stand in. It was suprisingly free from filth, Vash's cleaning habit shining through. Only a few plastic glasses sat in the tiny sink and the tile-like counter had been wiped clean, or as clean as it was going to get.

A screen cornered off a small section of the room and the dark haired man assumed this was the bathroom, not really feeling up to embarrassing Vash with any questions deemed uncomfortable.

While Wolfwood slowly took in the look of the apartment, Vash quickly brushed past him, blushing furiously as he stumbled to his bed, gathering the near-empty boxes in his arms as fast as he could. Muttering barely audible apologies about the state of the apartment, the embarrassed blone opened a bottom cabinet and deposited his trash in a small garbage can inside.

As Vash bustled to make his bed, Wolfwood stuck his hand in his pocket and lazily made his way to the small refridgerator Vash had stuck on a counter in his tiny kitchen. Prying it open, he found almost nothing on the inside; a few cans of beer, a bottle of water, and an apple that had definetely seen better days.

Avoiding the digusting apple and grabbing a can of beer, he popped it open and sipped some, making his way over to Vash, who was straigtening out the wrinkles in his poor sheets.

"You're worrying too much, Tongari. You don't have to bring that matress or those sheets with you. I'll provide anything you need. Let's just pack up your valuables and go, okay?"

"A-Alright. But I need a box or something to put my stuff in. I think I have one in my closet."

Wolfwood scanned the room again and came across a closet door next to a small chest of drawers he had not noticed before. Vash walked towards it in long, hurried strides, worried that he was upsetting his friend by taking so long.

The dark haired man turned to his side and studied the drawers and the door, puzzled as to how he had missed them, at precisely the same time Vash was walking past him.

As a result, a terrible collision occurred and Wolfwood ended up spilling his drink all down Vash's front.

"Woah! Sorry, Tongari!"

Wolfwood set the can on the chest of drawers and began to look through it to find his friend another shirt. Whilst he rummageed through the drawers, Vash went to work on his small, white buttons, slowly removing the wet, bothersome shirt.

Finding a t-shirt that was suitable, Wolfwood turned and lifted his hand to give it to Vash, but stopped short, his jaw going slack slightly as he stared.

The blonde's chest was a network of delicate scars that ran in grooves all over his torso. Some looked worse than others, a few of them making Wolfwood mentally wince. Near his neck and collar bone, it seemed like someone had taken a needle and scratched the pale skin. But at his chest and upper abdomen, surely the blonde had been slashed by a knife or something. Wolfwood could feel his heart clenching.

But scars aside, Vash had a wonderfully sculpted upper body. The other man knew his friend had to work out for sure. A few dark bruises were the only reminder of the attack on Vash a few weeks earilier.

Noticing his friend's stare, Vash immediately became uncomfortable and snatched the t-shirt out of Wolfwood's loose grip. Seemingly pushed back to the real world, the dark haired man averted his gaze as quickly as possible, knowing the damage had been done.

Smoothing out the worn, faded blue shirt, Vash moved to his closet, found a box and gently pushed Wolfwood out of the way. After opening the top drawer, he began to extract his clothes.

Wolfwood, feeling throughoughly angry with himself, quietly reached into the closet and grabbed another box, taking the few pairs of slacks and the several white shirts off of their respective hangers and folding them neatly, pressing them down into the box.

The pair worked like this in silence until anything of importance was packed into three, medium-sized boxes.

Remaining stoically silent, Vash took one box and trekked down the stairs, Wolfwood following soon after with the key to the apartment and the two remaining boxes.

They reached the outside steps and walked down those as well before Vash paused, turning to face the building for the final time.

"Good riddance."

He stuck his tounge out.

Wolfwood chuckled, but soon realized that his mind was near obessed with finding out why Vash had so many scars. He decided that the blonde would have to tell him his past sooner or later.

And as he started his car, revving the engine loudly, he discovered that not only did he want to know about the scars, he wanted to know about Vash; his favorite color, boxers or briefs, his birthday, chocolate or vanilla, everything. It made blood rise to his cheeks for some reason and he felt slightly short of breath as he cast a quick glance in Vash's direction.

The blonde had his head leaned back against the seat and was dozing lightly, long, dark eyelashes fluttering as they passed an overhead street-light. His pink lips parted slightly, revealing a small row of white teeth. He looked absolutely adorable as he turned his face to the side and rested his forehead against the window, falling a little deeper into sleep and out of Wolfwood's view.

The driver sighed.

Yeah. I definetely want to know more.

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Thunder was clapping violently outside of the kitchen window as Vash made his way through the door. Another loud roll sounded and the blonde jumped a few centimeters off the tiled floor. He flicked on the light-switch, telling himself there was nothing to be afraid of.

Truth be told, Vash never really liked the noisy storms. They had scared him as a child and they partially scared him as an adult. He thought back on all the bogies and ghosts he had imagined under his bed or in the hall as the loudest clap of thunder he had ever heard reverberated around the dimly lit kitchen.

Then the lights went out.

He had been standing in the doorway, feeling like he had a yellow streak running right down the center of his back because he simply could not make his feet step into the kitchen. But now, his source of light was out and he suddenly felt alone, even though Wolfwood was right down the hall.

Forget the water.

Reprimanding himself for being a chicken, he scurried back to the couch, stubbing his toe on his box as he tried to reach the relative safety of his covers. He sat there for a moment, listening to the raging tempest outside before he heard something strange.

There was a loud crash and a string of collective curses drifting down the hallway as Vash huddled on the couch. Quirking an eyebrow in curiosity, he made to stand, almost dragging the blanket with him like an overgrown child. He flung it back on the couch angrily.

He tip-toed down the pitch-black hallway, running his fingers on the wall as he walked to find the door to Wolfwood's room. His fingers brushed the brass knob and he paused, holding his breath for a moment before gently tapping on the wood a few times.

After a few shuffling noises, the knob clicked and the door swung open, revealing Wolfwood in a white tank top and dark gray sweatpants, gripping a dark blue candle in one hand that gave a strange, golden sheen to his face and shoulders. He looked a little surprised to see his companion standing in the hallway, shirtless and looking more like a frightened two-year old than a grown man.

"What is it, Tongari?"

Feeling like a fool standing in the middle of the hallway at an ungodly hour, Vash began stuttering, not quite sure what had brought him down the hallway in the first place.

Damnit! Why can't I ever talk right in front of him!? Is it so hard...?

The blonde had noticed that he could barely speak properly anymore, relying on nods and simple gestures instead of forcing himself to speak directly with Wolfwood. He didn't quite know if his friend had begun to notice, but it was certain he would soon.

But as much trouble as Vash had speaking to Wolfwood correctly, he couldn't stand it when he was away from his dark haired companion. It was like the man had an invisible leash wrapped around Vash's neck and he jerked on it constantly, making the blonde want to stay at his side all the time

It disturbed him.

"Didja wanna come in? I'm not going back to sleep for a while. I tripped and fell smack on the floor a few minutes ago. I'm sorry if I woke you up. I thought I might have.... "

Wolfwood looked a little guilty as he stepped back and opened his door a little more, allowing room for Vash to step over the threshold. The dark haired man bustled around his room a bit, striking matches and lighting candles in different spots and alluminating the room much better, allowing Vash to catch his first glimpse of Wolfwood's bedroom.

There was a large feather bed with pristine white sheets strewn all over it on the center of the back wall. It seemed to be the most prominent thing in the room, besides a small dresser to one side of the room. The dresser had candles and various objects, such as keys, half-filled cigarette packs, etc. covering its surface.

The walls were painted a deep maroon color that gave Vash the shivers; it looked like Wolfwood had painted his walls with blood. Opposite the dresser, there was a pair of white shutter doors that the blonde assumed was his companion's closet. A nightstand next to Wolfwood's bed held more candles and a small lamp.

"Nice room."

Wolfwood nodded in agreement with Vash, setting down his blue candle on his nightstand and plopping down on his comfortable bed, making an indention around where his body lay. He grinned up at his blonde friend, who was still standing just inside the door, patting the space beside him on the large bed.

"Come sit down, Tongari."

Vash's heart was in his throat as his body froze to the spot, making it nearly impossible to move.

Move! Move! Don't just stand here gaping at him like you're an idiot!

His bare foot moved forward a fraction. Wolfwood's grin was beginning to fade slightly.

"What's wrong, Tongari?"

Vash coughed loudly and jerked his body into motion, rushing to the bed and clumsily taking a seat next to Wolfwood, who remained lying down. The grin returned.

"That's better."

His friend laughed nervously, though he was not quite sure why he was nervous. Wolfwood was feeling incredibly relaxed at the moment, ready to spend the night talking with the blonde at his side. Maybe he could milk the story about the scars out of his companion...

"Anything on your mind lately, Tongari?"

Vash jumped, as if he hadn't expected Wolfwood to talk to him, just sit in silence. He coughed again and shook his head, giving his friend a quick glance before returning his gaze to the hardwood floor beneath his feet.

"Well, I have something on my mind."

The blonde turned his head to the side, staring at the sheets next to Wolfwood, showing that he was interested.

"And what would that be?"

Wolfwood reached out a long finger and traced a thin scar that ran down the length of Vash's arm. The blonde nearly jumped out of his skin and jerked away, remembering suddenly that he had not worn his shirt to bed tonight.

"D-Don't do that."

"Oh, but that's what's on my mind."

"My arm?"

"No. Your scars. What happened?"

The dark haired man could see Vash's muscles tighten and then relax as the blonde let out a sigh full of some hidden sorrow. He could barely see the blonde's cerulan eyes before he turned his head away, but what he did see in them made his heart clench again. Vash was on the verge of tears and Wolfwood felt terribly responsible.

He sat up, suddenly alarmed as his friend let out a choked sob, which was quickly repressed. This was a side Wolfwood had never seen. But then, Vash's eyes glazed over slightly and he turned to the side, grasping the sheets beneath him and staring hard at the space just beside Wolfwood's leg.

Vash could feel those barriers breaking, the ones he had set up around himself so long ago. The ones that kept him from getting too close to anyone. They were the walls that made him occasionally a sullen and depressing person to be around, almost as if he were on the precipice of suicide at all times.

But those walls had just been smashed by an invisible hammer and Vash's heart was open and unguarded in a moment of severe intimacy for him. He was prepared to tell Wolfwood his entire sob story, expose the secret of his scars, which he had never told anyone else. Ever.

"When I was eleven years old, I was going on a family vacation with my mother, father, and twin brother, to the coast of Florida. I remember how excited my brother and I were for the few weeks before-hand, when we had black X's all over our calender to count down the days. It was a morning ritual to jump up and see who would be the first to mark off the day. We were so ... excited."

"Finally, summer rolled around and it was time for us to pack our bags and head out the door to our ugly, beat-up station wagon. I can still see the look on my brother's face as he clambered in opposite me and yanked his seat belt on, me doing the same."

"We drove for hours upon hours, taking occasional breaks for the bathroom and other things like that, a typical suburban family vaction. My brother and I passed the hours reading and playing name games and the like for most of the hours while my parents chatted in the front seat or my mother dozed. We were happy and I just knew this was going to be the best vaction ever."

"But one night, my father missed the exit to the hotel we were going to sleep at. My mother suggested we keep driving until the next town, rather than turn around. I remember her saying that it wasn't that far and we could sleep in the backseat until we arrived."

Vash gave a bitter smile that didn't suit him at all. Wolfwood immediately hated it.

"I fell asleep for about fourty-five minutes before I woke up and saw my brother sprawled out on the seat next to me, snoring loudly. My mother was asleep, too, I noticed after a few minutes. But my father was still driving, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly and his head nodding every once in a while. "

Wolfwood noticed that Vash was beginning to grip the sheets tighter and his knuckles were turning white. He reached out a hand to his friend, grabbing his forearm and clasping it gently, trying his best to be a comfort. He actually almost opened his mouth to tell Vash there was no need to relive something that was obviously very painful to him, but the blonde barreled forward in his narrative.

"Then... There was this really bright light, but my dad didn't seem to notice it... and... I shouted, trying to tell him that was a car coming, he was on the wrong side of the road, wake mom up. But I was too slow, much too late in telling him he was on the wrong side of the road. By the time he had snapped out of his stupor, the eighteen-wheeler was on top of us."

He paused, not even feeling Wolfwood's hand on his shoulders now, his deep voice telling him he should stop, that was enough. All he could feel was the immeasureable pain he had felt that night and his suppressed sobs were coming out with a vengence, tears beginning to leak out of his squinched eyes.

"My dad didn't say anything. My mother screamed once she felt the first impact. My brother had taken off his seat belt to lie down on the seat so he was slammed forward into the floorboard and the back of the front seats. We were.. skidding... doing something like that. All I know is that the car was moving and that my door was slowly caving in on me."

Vash stopped, his tears overwhelming him as he choked again. Wolfwood was still grasping his shoulders, telling him more forcefully that he should stop, that he had definetely said enough. But the blonde couldn't stop himself, his grasp becoming even tighter on the sheets he had clenched beneath his fingers.

"The car finally stopped moving. I couldn't hear anything except my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I saw my brother crawl up from the floor, blood running in a small trickle from his forehead, but he appeared unharmed. He hurried to me, shouting at me about something I couldn't hear. I remember him pulling on my arm, trying to jerk me away from a set of metal jaws that had clamped all around my upper body. I felt like I was going to be ripped apart, but I also knew that if he didn't pull me out, I would die in the car and never get to see him or my parents again."

Wolfwood was shouting at him now, shaking his shoulders lightly. Vash felt his body trembling.

"He managed to get me out of the car and dragged me a safe distance from it, laying me out on the warm asphalt. I remember hating the feel of tiny pebbles getting lodged in the wounds on my back. I felt sure that I was going to die of blood loss on an unknown highway in the middle of no-where. But my brother smoothed back my hair and assured me that I was going to be fine. He told me he was going back to get mom and dad out."

Vash was sobbing uncontrolably now, but pulled himself together for a few seconds more.

"Then.... Then.... Then, Wolfwood, the car exploded. My brother, my mother, and my father were all still inside... and... I ... I couldn't stand... I was too weak... I laid there and felt the heat waves... I couldn't... They just..... I was too weak!"

Wolfwood's heart was breaking at the sound of his friend's voice. He couldn't take this anymore. Jerking Vash forward, he wrapped his arms around the blonde's trembling form, holding him close to his chest as he felt his friend's fingers grip his shirt desperately. Vash automatically buried his face in the crook of Wolfwood's neck and continued.

"With hic no more family.... I first went to hic relatives, but eventually got thrown out of those places hic, too... I went to orphanages, the like, until I went to college. Got a scholarship hic... graduated... went to that crappy ass job where we work... hic... nothing like I expected..."

Vash was calming down a bit as he thought on more recent days. It was then, and only then, that he realized he was fully wrapped in his friend's embrace, breathing in his deep scent of aftershave and cigarettes and... something else; the dazed blonde didn't know what it was. He already felt light-headed from crying, but this was like a baseball bat to the back of the head. He was dizzy, but he couldn't move his muscles enough to get out of Wolfwood's arms.

I... don't want to move...

And it was then that Vash came close to a realization...

Maybe, just maybe, he ... liked Wolfwood for more than just a friend.

In fact, the blonde realized it might even be deeper than just 'liking' Wolfwood. His companion was the only one who had really befriended him since his family had died. He was the only one who smiled at him in friendship, not in pity. His heart was fit to burst when his fingers tightened a fraction on Wolfwood's white tank top, his head lifting to stare directly into gray orbs for the first time in weeks. They were filled to the brim with compassion, damn near affection, for..... him?

Wolfwood stared at Vash, which triggered some kind of struggle, one that had been happening a lot recently. He hated his inner wars, the ones that made him want to take his fair-eyed companion on the floor, and then beat the crap out of him for bringing up feelings he had never experienced before. But Wolfwood's walls were crumbling as well.

Vash had just poured his heart and soul out to Wolfwood, telling him a dark secret that the blonde probably didn't tell to many people. It had to be very painful for his friend. And that made Wolfwood want to protect him. He wanted to take the teary-eyed mess of a person in his arms and kiss away all his troubles. He wanted to give him a future so happy that his past would seem like a blurry memory, not even really worth his time.

And that was when Wolfwood also came to a revelation.

Maybe, just maybe, he... liked Vash for more than just a friend.

He could envision himself leaning forward and kissing those soft lips until they were both passed out from lack of oxygen. But then again, he could see himself unwrapping his arms from around his friend and giving him an encouraging pat on the back, keeping their relationship safe and platonic. There was no way to tell if Vash returned an ounce of the feelings that the dark haired man was suffering through.

No way to tell? What am I talking about? Look at his eyes, Nicholas. There's something going on...

And there was something going on.

Vash decided that he could either create or destroy something beautiful by leaning forward and meeting Wolfwood's lips with his own. Create a relationship, destroy one.

Damn. What the hell.

The blonde decided to lean forward partway and if Wolfwood didn't lean in to finish what Vash had started, then he would pull away and play off his misinterpretation of his friend's feelings. Maybe Wolfwood was just really friendly and caring, giving him a comforting hand and a shoulder to cry on when he needed it. Maybe....

But then Vash was surprised as Wolfwood leaned in the rest of the way and closed the distance between them, their lips meeting clumsily. The blonde's eyes widened in shock, his heart nearly exploding in his chest from surprise and happiness. Wolfwood had his eyes closed and he seemed to be concentrating solely on the feel of Vash's lips against his own, trying to decide if he enjoyed this or not.

He was definetely enjoying it. So he decided to deepen the kiss, his hands moving from Vash's back to cup his flushed cheeks. He ran his thumb over his cheekbone as he continued to suffocate his companion with a kiss. Finally, the grip on his chest loosened and he was shoved back and away from the blonde, falling backwards and catching himself on his elbows, a shocked expression on his face at what he had just done.

He was even more shocked by the fact that he had enjoyed it.

Immensely.

He sat back up to see Vash holding a trembling hand over his mouth, averting his gaze to the floor when he felt Wolfwood's eyes on him. The dark haired man could see he was trembling ever so slightly and it made him wonder if Vash had enjoyed it as much as him.

There was only one way to tell... He reached out a hand and placed it on Vash's thigh, a little too close to his lap to be a platonic touch. Vash's eyes widened to their limit and the flush on his cheeks went to an even deeper red as the blonde turned his cerulan eyes on Wolfwood in surprise.

Yeah. He liked it.

He used his free hand to pull Vash's hand away from his mouth and laced his fingers through the blonde's fingers, letting their hands fall to the bed. Vash stared in that wide-eyed manner at their hands and then dragged his gaze back to Wolfwood's face, shocked to his core. He opened his mouth to say something and the dark haired man took full advantage of the situation.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to Vash's for a second time, scaring the hell out of the blonde and assuring him that this was no dream. A warm tounge slid slowly into his mouth and he felt his heart drop into his toes. This was too damn good to be true...

Wolfwood's hand was still hot on his thigh and he shifted slightly to alleive some of the tension that was building up in that area while his friend delved deeper into his mouth, keeping his eyes closed the entire time.

Vash choked quietly in the back of his throat as his companion began to massage his leg slowly and all thought left the blonde, which stopped any protests he might have had at this point. But of course, those protests were pretty much non-existant as Vash realized he was calm.

He was calm for once, his heart fluttering madly, but his mind at peace on some subconcious level. This was why he had so much trouble speaking around Wolfwood, why his cheeks flushed when he spoke to him... This was that feeling that had had no name for so long, the elusive feeling that had been plauging him almost since he had met Wolfwood.

It's almost like... lo... lo....

He winced. It was so hard to even think about the four letters that would make his life complete. He had searched so hard for someone to love him, someone to give him affectionate names, someone he could run to when he was downtrod, someone he could make coffee for in the morning, someone... who would love him back...

He couldn't think it because he believed he was looking into this subject far too much. There was no possible way that Wolfwood loved him. This might just be an experiment his friend had been wanting to try; he had merely been looking for the opportunity.

But then again, Vash hadn't believed Wolfwood would ever kiss him. And, well... he saw how unbelieveable that was. This made that strange feeling rush to every point on his already warm body, filling him to the core with a happiness he had not known in an age.

He was enthusiastic now, tangling his tounge with Wolfwood's, moving his hands from his friend's chest to his shoulders, smoothing out the material there before wrapping them around his neck and massaging the back of his neck in much the same way Wolfwood was still massaging his leg. Finder an even bolder note to strike on, he ran his slender fingers up into the soft, obsidian locks of his companion's head.

Wolfwood growled and was full and ready to continue when something red flashed out of the corner of his half-lidded eye. The door had been partly shut...

Had Vash closed that before?

But then he saw what had caught his eye and he jerked back from Vash in a dazed, nearly drunken state of mind. Glinting like hellfire on the back of his door was his blood-red rosary, the cross dangling like a hangman's noose as it swung back and forth. Wolfwood had been immediately reminded of the condemnation of God, how terribly wrong this situation looked when observed from afar.

He looked down and slowly removed his hand from Vash's leg and untangled his fingers from the pale hand at his side. He didn't dare look at the blonde's eyes for fear that he would see a hurt there.

"G-Goodnight, Vash."

Vash was indeed in a tizzy because of what Wolfwood had been doing to him, but now he needed time to sort out what was happening. He was almost grateful that Wolfwood had pulled back and given him the chance to leave quietly.

Almost grateful.

"Goodnight, Nicholas."

The blonde stood and wobbled to the door, quite woozy from his recent experience. The door closed quietly and the rosary swung a few more times before it fell still and began to glint ferociously in the candle light, giving it a flame-like quality, as if the cross were burning, when all the other small sprouts of fire sent their light to the object.

"Holy hell. No one ever says my name. Ever."

Wolfwood fell back on his bed and covered his mouth, afraid to say anything else.

This was going to take some thinking.

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A/N: It is done! They have kissed! A relationship can progress now! Or can it!? :P

I spent a lot of time explaining Vash's thoughts in this chapter, which means that next chapter I'm going to emphasize on Wolfwood's and bound about on the subject of the rosary, which I hope you can guess means that Wolfie is a rather religious guy!

You knew there had to be some kind of conflict in the story! If everyone just submitted to their whims, the story would be no good! :)

And oh yeah, please tell me if you thought the background on Vash's scars was any good. I worked hard on it and hopefully, you guys liked it!

If anyone was wondering about the weird aspects of the crash, think about the station wagon trying to turn away from the crash, which makes the car spin to the side, which makes Vash's door cave in on him as the eighteen wheeler barrels into him. Can you see it? I thought I might have trouble making people see...

Okay, now you've read... so review, please =D