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He had heard of Vash long before he’d even seen him.It was mostly from whispers or rumors floating around here or there, nothing really definitive to Wolfwood. They mostly conflicted with each other, people not really knowing what he is: angel, demon, or something in between. The only thing that was consistent was the fact that everyone talked about him.Even Milly, of all people, mentioned him offhandedly and the fact that Meryl was friends with him.Wolfwood really couldn’t give it much thought, fighting demons and all really does take up a lot of his time.Until tonight.Wolfwood stood in the middle of the street, dripping wet. In his defense, there were a lot of demons and he needed a holy-shit-ton of holy water. He sighed tiredly, fishing out of his pocket a crumpled cigarette.“Hey!” Maybe it was the long red coat that gave him away. Or maybe it was the man waved enthusiastically as he started jogging down the street. If there was ever someone who felt like Vash, it was him.Wolfwood stared at him, trying to figure him out. Usually, he could tell instantly what he was looking at. Angel or demon, they had their giveaways. But this… guy… if he even is one, just looked… human.There were no wings on his back-- sinful black or righteously white.He had no aura-- no chilling fingers that danced up your spine to the back of your neck or soft calming caress that made you feel safe.It was only when he got closer, that Wolfwood noticed his eyes.Wolfwood could barely notice it from behind his glasses, the way the blue eyes glowed. At first, Wolfwood thought it was just the blue in his eyes that shined, but when he saw it again, he noticed it was the pupils too. It was a new moon, so it’s not like they were reflective or anything. No… it was his eyes themselves that lit up.Angel then? Wolfwood hummed as he chewed on his cigarette.He’s definitely not half human like Milly.
Can this guy really be a full angel? He’s…
“Woah!” The blond man tumbles forward, slipping on the puddle of holy water.
... not graceful at all.
“Haven’t seen anyone like you before.” Wolfwood greeted with a neutral tone. He kept his guard up as the, what he is assuming, angel walked closer to him. Not a lot of angels crept around Wolfwood-- especially full angels. Wolfwood was avoided like the plague, he was a damned man on his way down. Still, there was just something so human about him. The way he was bashful and clumsy and excited and alive--“Huh?” He blinked, a wide smile on his lips. “Oh, uh… guess that makes me special!” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.“Hmm.” Wolfwood hummed as he lit his cigarette. “Not exactly what I meant. But I gotta say, I usually don’t have an audience.”“Ah, I didn’t mean to stare.” He looked down at their shoes. “I didn’t even know you noticed me watching you. You got some sharp eyes then. But, I really didn’t mean to freak you out! ‘Be not afraid’ and all! It’s just--”“Waaaahh! Wolfwood!” From what seemed like out of nowhere, Milly appeared. Immediately, he noticed the tears streaming down her face as she bolted towards him.“Milly? Wha-- Arghhh!” He felt his back crack from the impact of her throwing herself on him. Her broad arms wrapping around his torso and squeezing. His sunglasses flew from his face as he tried not to fall backwards. Milly probably felt him teeter backwards as she tightened her grip on him and pulled him up right. “Big girl…” He wheezed, trying to pat her back sympathetically.“Uh… I think he’s trying to tap out Milly!” The blond haired man worried. Milly’s response was muffled by his shirt.“What…’s wrong…?” Wolfwood forced out.“Oh Wolfwood, it's terrible!” Milly finally pulled away as she sniffled. “It was date night and the food got cold and i tried to call but it didn’t go through and then I tried to find her and she left work but her coat was still there and she’d never leave her coat--”“Slow down.” Wolfwood held her by his shoulders as he fought to meet her frantic eyes.“It’s Meryl. She’s gone.” Her voice was watery as she tried to fight the tears.“When’s the last time you heard from her?”“Earlier today after lunch.” She frowned. “You know her, she’s always home on time. And it’s date night and she always picks up dessert for us too… I called the bakery but she never made it there…” She added. “She left her phone and wallet and my protection charm in her office… Wolfwood, I’m really worried.”“Don’t be, we’ll find her. You know Meryl, she can take care of herself.” Wolfwood tried to soothe, despite his own doubts bubbling up. As if he knew exactly what he was feeling, Blondie met his eyes, doubt reflecting back at him. “It’s the middle of the night, you should get some rest. I’ll swing by Roberto’s and ask around, okay?”“I’m coming with you.” She practically looked like a kicked puppy.“Big Girl…” Wolfwood started.“... You should wait at home, what if Meryl comes back?”“But I’m too worried to just wait around and it’s so lonely--”“Stay at my place then.” Wolfwood suggested. If something got to regular-human-Meryl, then Milly might be in danger too. Maybe they wanted to get Milly but had to go through Meryl first? No angel would want Milly, or Meryl. But what demon would be stupid enough to mess with Meryl? “I’ll swing by your apartment and leave a note for Meryl. I bet that stray cat will stop by for you to hang around with.” Milly looked at him, unconvinced. “Trust me.”“We’ll find her.” The other added with a smile. He met Wolfwood’s questioning glance head on.“Oh! Wolfwood, this is Vash.” She finally introduced them.“Figured as much.” Wolfwood held out his hand. “Nicholas D. Wolfwood.”“Really? My reputation is that bad… Nicholas?” Vash tested as he held out Wolfwood’s sunglasses. Wolfwood took his glasses back.“Wolfwood.” He corrected and tried to hide his grimace. “I’m guessing you haven’t heard from her either?”“As soon as Milly called me I went to her office.” Vash frowned. “I couldn’t find anything except some scattered papers. There wasn’t even an angelic or demonic presence there.” Vash added. “She probably went to Roberto’s and got drunk! We’ll bring her back home tonight, after we drop you off at Wolfwood’s apartment.” He smiled at Milly, but Wolfwood could tell his eyes were empty.
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“You know… I always forget how much I hate walking in here.” Vash coughed softly as he entered Roberto’s house. The house smelled of cigarettes and booze, something Wolfwood could stomach more than the average person. “Feels like I’m walking into a health hazard.”“That’s Roberto for you.” Wolfwood shrugged. He can’t really say much because his apartment isn’t that much better. Really, if it wasn’t for Milly, Wolfwood’s probably would’ve been worse.”Smoking is bad for the lungs, dear!” She would tut as she threw out nearly every cigarette she would find.“I’m surprised he’d even let you in here.” Wolfwood added. “No offense.” Roberto didn’t try to stick his neck out for anyone, and having Vash around was too risky for anyone. “He doesn’t even like me being here.”“None taken.” Vash smiled. “You’re an exorcist, right? Can’t imagine why Roberto wouldn’t want you around. He’s got the demon of addiction, right?” He tried to joke. He mimed smoking a cigarette as he winked at him.“Meryl’s more likely to help him with that particular demon.” Wolfwood couldn’t help but chuckle at Vash’s stupid face. Immediately, the blond perked up at the sound. “Being an exorcist isn’t as simple as it should be, and I’ve got a big target on my back.” Wolfwood shrugged.“I can understand how you feel.” Vash spoke after a moment of hesitation. It seemed like maybe he spoke up without meaning to, because suddenly Vash wasn’t paying attention to him at all. Wolfwood raised a brow, waiting for him to elaborate on it more, but he didn’t. His eyes were distant behind his glasses.“We’re here.” Wolfwood decided to let Vash go, but if he made that stupid face again Wolfwood would be forced to ask. “Open up, you old bastard!” Wolfwood banged on the door of his study.“Why did Meryl give you a key.” Roberto’s groan was muffled by the wood. They stared at the door for a couple more moments before it was opened. “Oh great, Vash is here too.”“Hello!” Vash’s expression lightened up almost immediately as Roberto studied the two of them.“Well, gotta say, never thought I’d see the two of you together.”“The world is filled with miracles.” Wolfwood rolled his eyes as he pushed past Roberto who grunted.“Do I want to know?”Both Vash and Wolfwood exchanged looks when Roberto turned away from them to sit on his desk. Simultaneously, they both waited for Roberto to get comfortable and pull out a cigarette before they spoke up.“It’s Meryl.” Vash started, watching the older man carefully. “She’s missing.” Oddly, Roberto was quiet. Vash shot Wolfwood a questioning glance, who simply shrugged in response. “Milly said she hasn’t heard from her in a while, and her office looked a little roughed up.”“No demonic presence though.” Wolfwood added.“Or angelic.” Vash added.“Are you sure? Could they have covered their tracks?”“If they did, they have to be really skilled.” The words weren’t comforting.“I hope you don’t take offense to me asking, but did this happen because of you?” Roberto leveled his glare at Vash.“I… I don’t know for sure.” He confessed. “I’m sorry.”“If they wanted Vash, why wouldn’t they make it more obvious?” Wolfwood couldn’t help but point out. “They could’ve at least left a ransom note or something, instead of making us look all over for clues. Unless it’s a game to them, which angels don’t care, and demons are too fucking impatient. And Meryl’s neutral anyway, so it’s not like one side wants her more than the other.”“I think taking care of Vash is far from neutral.” Roberto pointed out.“Sorry.” Vash apologized and Wolfwood’s eye twitched.“Roberto, can you help us? Do you know anything or anyone that might hide demonic energy?” Wolfwood crossed his arms.“Aren’t you the expert on demons?” Roberto lit his cigarette.“I have an idea who, but I really don’t want to contact them.” Wolfwood dug his hands into his pockets. “I really hate talking to demons.”“I could help. I’m an excellent conversationalist. It’s amazing how talking things out can work well.”“Talking doesn’t solve everything.” Wolfwood grunted.“Wolfwood.” Vash sounded like he was about to give a lecture.“Ah, that’s right. This is the first time you’ll be working with Vash.” Roberto smirked. “I’m sure you’ll have a lot to talk about.” He paused, looking more at Vash now. “You know, when Meryl mentioned being friends with you, I almost didn’t believe she was that stupid.” Roberto sighed out, smoke leaving his lips. It made Wolfwood’s own fingers twitch for a cigarette. “I really hope they didn’t take her on the account of your association.” He couldn’t help but repeat bitterly. Wolfwood eyed Vash.“I’m really sorry.” Vash bowed his head.“You know you don’t have to keep apologizing.” It made Wolfwood so mad. “Being an asshole is just Roberto’s personality.”“Like you’re one to talk.” Roberto shot back. “You keep stealing my cigarettes and that’s the biggest asshole move of all.”“I’m saving your life, you old drunk. You’re going down hill now.”“Insert obvious joke about you going down to hell.” Roberto sarcastically gestured with his hands. Immediately, Vash’s blue eyes studied him. What really frustrated Wolfwood, was how hesitantly apologetic Vash looked. It was like he didn’t want to believe Wolfwood but knew no one would joke about something like that.
God, they really did have a lot to talk about.
Not that he even wanted to talk about it.“Ouchie, you know I’m sensitive about that.” Wolfwood joked, turning away from both of them to walk across the room and then inspect the bottle of alcohol Roberto kept there. He’d do anything to get Vash’s questioning eyes off of him.“I’ll ask around, see if anyone knows or saw anything.” Roberto’s tone was distant. He turned away from the two men and looked out the window. “Now, will the two of you get out before you bring down all of hell on my doorstep?” His voice was too rough, too raw to be normal.“Come on.” Wolfwood decided to spare Roberto. “I know where we can look for a demon or two and ‘talk’ to them.” He nodded towards the door. Vash looked at Roberto’s back one last time, before he nodded at the dark haired man. “I really don’t want to go on talking to high ranking demons in the beginning.”“It’s okay… She’s tough.” Wolfwood could barely hear Roberto’s voice over the sound of the door closing.
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“God, this sucks.” Wolfwood grunted as they took a seat in the diner. It was nearly empty, because no one was stupid enough to stay awake this late, or depending on the perspective, wake up this early. The sun’s rays were just barely peeking over the night sky. Within the hour, the sun would rise, and the demons would go back into hiding. There was nothing more they could do, not until the sun went back down.That really pissed off Wolfwood.It had already been a couple of days, and they still couldn’t find much. Demons avoided Wolfwood and the ones he could find were useless and didn’t know anything. It didn’t help that it got out that he and Vash were working together.It seemed like the more days that passed, the less information they got, and the less hope Wolfwood had.Already, Wolfwood sucked at comforting people, so when the morning came and they had to go back to the apartment, he couldn’t meet Milly’s eyes. Thankfully Vash was better. Immediately he’d give Milly updates and smother her with more promises of Meryl’s safety. Wolfwood knew better, but the cheer in Vash’s voice made it seem like it wasn’t such a bad idea to have hope.Maybe, Vash was just good at lying.Well, if it helped Milly sleep and eat, he doesn’t really care.“Man, this is the most tired I’ve been in a while.” Vash confessed as he slouched in the booth, his sunglasses still askew from their fight with a demon.“I don’t think I could sleep if I wanted to.” Wolfwood confessed as he hid behind his own sunglasses. Ever since Meryl disappeared, he’s been having those stupid dreams about his childhood, about Livio. At this point, he’d rather have nightmares about going to hell. When the waitress came by, he didn’t even bother to order coffee. To be honest, he didn’t really have the strength to speak.“Donuts!” Vash beamed at the waitress. He continued to give her a million dollar smile until she turned away with a questioning look.“Do they even have donuts here?” Wolfwood lifted up his sunglasses to try and read the menu. He read the name of the diner before he figured he really didn’t care and put his glasses back on.“Every good diner has donuts.” For some reason, Wolfwood wasn’t convinced. But he really didn’t bother to argue.“Do you even need to eat?” Wolfwood thought after a moment. Demon’s didn’t need to eat, and it would be logical that angels didn’t didn’t either.“Yes!” Vash gasped, sounding borderline insulted. “I need to eat, sleep, and drink when the occasion calls for it. Or even when it doesn’t. Besides, food, especially donuts, is delicious.”“Not exactly nutritious though.” Wolfwood pointed out.“Don’t argue with me with a rhyme.”“I still don’t understand how you have so much energy.” Wolfwood sighed. He saw Vash open his mouth but quickly continued. “You keep… smiling... despite how little progress we made. To be honest, I’m not a hopeful person to begin with, and with the way things are heading…” He didn’t bother to continue. Maybe it was the exhaustion feeding into his negative feelings. But Wolfwood is a realist, and could never be like Vash. “The nights are long and tiring, but not long enough for us to find more information on Meryl. The mornings are just as shitty because you realize a whole day has passed and we have to go home empty handed to Milly.”“Tonight wasn’t so bad.” Vash hummed as he leaned in closer.“I thought I was dying because of how long tonight lasted.” Wolfwood confessed, turning his gaze back outside the window.“What do you mean?”Wolfwood blinked.Oh right, Vash isn’t human.“Well, Blondie, I wouldn’t expect you to know about dying.” Wolfwood crossed his arms. “When you close your eyes for the final time, it’s for eternity. Time slows down when you’re dying before it eventually stops when you reach hell… or heaven if you’re lucky.” Wolfwood added with a shrug.“You’ve died before?” Vash’s voice was lost between disbelief and pity.“Only once, officially. But I came back less than two minutes later, thanks to Milly.” Wolfwood watched Vash. “Surprised? It’ll take more than that to keep me dead.” Wolfwood muttered as he looked down at his hands. There’s one thing that Wolfwood could be proud of and that’s his body. It was resilient, always clinging onto life no matter how bad the recovery would be. He’s been beaten down his fair share, but the strength gathers in his hands and before he knows it he’s pushing himself up again.Maybe it’s fear, or maybe it’s spite.”Knives will be happy to see you, Wolfwood.” The demons would sneer, teasing as they thought they could finish him. ”Yours is the one soul he’d come to collect.”
Tough shit.
“Is that why you think you’re going to hell?” Vash questioned, trying to keep a neutral expression.“I don’t think, I know.” Wolfwood frowned. Vash was silent. “Are you wondering what I did?” He couldn’t help but tease. Meryl was the same way when he told her. She didn’t want to be rude and start speculating, but from the way her body tensed, she probably thought the worst.“I’m wondering why you carry around a gun.” Vash leveled his gaze. “It’ll stun demons, and buy you time, but it won’t kill them, especially with regular bullets.”“It’s for protection.” Wolfwood’s lips turned into a tight line..“Is that why you’re an exorcist? To protect people?”Wolfwood froze. The sound of a boy’s laughter echoed within his head. The warmth of Livio’s tiny hand holding his own blossomed over his palm.“Nico, I can see them again--” Livio’s voice had been so shaky, even back then. It seemed like all the ghosts and demons knew that Livio was a cry baby and picked on him even more. Wolfwood would huff at the intruders, taking Livio’s hand as he tried leading him towards a place where they can just be by themselves.“Here you go, some donuts for the table.” The waitress placed the plate in front of them with a tired smile. The warmth faded away as Wolfwood was dunked back into the present. “Anything else I can get you boys?”“I need a smoke.” Wolfwood pushed himself away from the table and the conversation.
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“Uh, really don’t want to be that guy, but I’m pretty sure you’ve been trying for an hour already.” Vash pointed out.“Well, maybe if you’d help--”“You didn’t let me help!” Vash pointed out. “‘I don’t trust you. How can you have never driven before?’” He intimidated Wolfwood’s voice.“You’re right, I don’t trust you. But, she’s fine, she just needs some love and care.” Wolfwood was more trying to convince himself. “Come on, Angelina. Don’t die on me.”“I think she’s already gone to the big parking lot in the sky.” Vash put his hand on Wolfwood’s shoulder.“We are hours away from the apartment.” Wolfwood sighed. “And I really don’t think a car will pick up two hitchhikers at 4:38 in the morning. And by the time we make it to the diner, we’ll probably get it during the breakfast rush.” He didn’t know which part of the night was more disheartening. “Besides, that last demon really fucked up my ankle.” He complained, rolling it with slight pain. He can’t imagine walking on it for hours. Well, he could, and if it really came down to it, he would, but it wouldn’t be fun. Maybe Milly could help him heal?“Want me to kiss it better?” Vash raised an eyebrow, a grin on his face as he watched Wolfwood. Even Wolfwood had to admit that the two of them have grown more comfortable around each other. They were picking up on each other’s personalities and humors and joking back and forth.“Ha ha.” The brown haired man rolled his eyes as he got up and wiped the grease of his hands. “Besides, I can’t leave her like this. It was fate that our paths crossed.”“I thought you said you found her abandoned on the side of the road?”“Yeah but still.” Wolfwood pulled out a cigarette. “I say we call Roberto. That bastard doesn’t need sleep, he’s old.” He flicked his lighter open as he took a deep breath. Vash stood there for a moment and Wolfwood could almost see the wheels in his head turning.“I know a way we can go home.” Vash didn’t meet Wolfwood’s eyes as he pointed up at the sky. Wolfwood squinted, making sure he really was seeing the blush on Vash’s cheeks before his brown eyes followed the blond’s finger upwards.“... The moon?” It was a crescent moon, nothing special like the full moon. Maybe if it was a full moon, there would’ve been more light and Wolfwood would’ve seen the wiring of the bike better. “Wait, are you saying you’re from the moon?” Wolfwood teased as he titled his head.“No.” Vash whined. “I have wings, you know, to… fly…?”“Oh.” Wolfwood felt his own cheeks heat up. “Are you sure you can do that?”“Are you asking if I have performance issues?” Vash tried to tease back but he didn’t meet Wolfwood’s hesitant expression. With the way Vash was acting, it was like he asked Wolfwood for a kiss. Maybe an angel’s wings is something deeply personal to see. He’s not even sure if Milly has wings, so it’s not like he could ask her later.“I guess I meant to say, is it safe? I am a damned man, after all. Won’t seeing your holy wings blind me, or something?”“You’re not damned.” Vash laughed. “You’ll be fine, trust me.”“And you won’t drop me? I’m not exactly a twig here.”“Maybe. Just because you are a tease.” When Wolfwood scoffed, Vash smiled. “But seriously, I don’t mind. It’ll be quicker than us walking, and we won’t be seen. I guarantee it.” He held out his hand to Wolfwood, looking at him with a strange mix of patience and expectancy. Wolfwood eyed him for a moment, his gaze flickering between Vash’s outstretched hand and his shining eyes. This time, his eyes matched his hopeful smile.“Fine.” He reached forward, his hand sliding against Vash’s. “But I’m still going to close my eyes so they don’t evaporate… or explode.” He screwed his eyes shut as Vash’s laughter rang out. Still, Vash was gentle as guided Wolfwood closer. He could feel Vash’s breath against his face and he could hear the rustle of fabric, but he didn’t dare open his eyes.Wolfwood decided to keep himself busy and focus on anything else but the sound. His fingers tightened slightly as he became aware of the rough scars littering Vash’s hand. From their previous fights with demons, he had seen glimpses of Vash’s skin, or rather his scars.“I’ve never seen an angel with so many scars.” Wolfwood couldn’t help but mention.Vash’s breath froze.“Sorry.” He muttered a little too close to Wolfwood’s ear. Wolfwood shivered as he felt Vash hold him close. He could feel the wing pick up, and the distinct sound of feathers cutting through the air.“You know you don’t have to apologize for everything.” Wolfwood grunted. “Besides, I have a feeling you weren’t responsible for those scars. That’s something only humans and demons are capable of.” He thought aloud. When Vash didn’t say anything, Wolfwood knew he was right. He couldn’t help but tense up when he felt his feet leave the floor. “Holy fuck.” He cursed as he felt the wind start to pick up around them. “How high are we flying?”“Just look down and you’ll see.” Vash laughed.“Damned man. Boiled eyeballs, remember?”“How long have you been able to see them?” Vash asked softly.“Since I was born.” Wolfwood’s response was hesitant. He really didn’t like talking about his past. It was something that was too raw in his chest. He felt Vash’s arms tighten slightly.“And you’ve never seen an angel’s wings once?” Wolfwood was thankful that Vash didn’t press for more information.“Not a lot of angels here.” Wolfwood kept his eyes closed. “I’m more popular with demons, anyway.” He added, trying to joke. Vash didn’t say anything and Wolfwood bowed his head.Maybe…Maybe one day, he’ll be able to look at Vash’s wings.
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“Vash!” Wolfwood yelled as he threw himself against the door. Stupid demon using his stupid powers to jam the door. “Vash!”“I’m fine!” Vash’s voice was muffled over the sound of loud banging. “I think he’s going to bring down the building! You gotta get out of here!”“Vash!” The demon, Monev, roared louder than the sound of what Wolfwood thought was a wall collapsing.“Shit.” Wolfwood cursed as he gave the door one last kick. This wasn’t the first time a demon was after Vash. In fact, it happened a lot more than Wolfwood would have expected. He wondered who Vash pissed off enough to send so many demons after him. Wolfwood shook his head as he looked around the decaying warehouse. It was smart enough to lure them into the dark. It was also smart enough to separate the two of them, something the other demons never attempted before.He had to be a high ranking demon then.He had to know something about Meryl.“Don’t do anything stupid, Vash!” Wolfwood yelled as he turned around to face the window. If he can't go through the door, he’ll smash through the window. “Nevermind, you’re always doing something stupid.” Wolfwood grunted as the window shattered. He tried his best to avoid the shards of class as he pushed himself through, landing on his feet.“Stop! Listen to me!” He heard the echo of Vash’s shout from somewhere within the maze of rooms.“Exorcise him already! It’s not like he won’t crawl back up here anyway!” Wolfwood yelled as he raced down the halls. That’s the thing with demons: they can always come back up to Earth. Maybe that’s why Vash was so protective about humans. Their existence was a blink compared to angels and demons. “Ugh, he’s rubbing his philosophical nature off on me.” Wolfwood growled.He heard the roar of the demon and more walls collapsing, this time, even the ground shook.“Maybe he doesn’t know how.” Wolfwood grumbled. Come to think of it, Wolfwood hasn’t seen him exorcise one, but demons are still terrified of him just the same. He’s an angel, so he should be able to. He shook his head. Whatever, Wolfwood can exorcise the demon, he just needed to find Vash. It seemed like now matter how far he ran, they were always further down the corridor. Leave it to a regular old human to chase after the two supernatural beings. It felt like ages since he lost Vash, and his lungs weren’t keeping up as much as they should’ve for his age.Wolfwood turned out of the corridor as he slid into the room.Monev held Vash up by his neck, Vash’s boots barely missing the ground. It seemed like Vash wasn’t even fighting him. Instead, Vash held onto the demon’s wrist. At first, Wolfwood wanted to shout and yell at Vash for being so stupid. But he didn’t really care about whatever excuse Vash would give. Instead, Wolfwood raised his gun, aiming first for the demon’s head. If he shot the head first, he'd have to quickly shoot the spine so the demon wouldn’t be able to move as it regenerated.“What does Nai-- Wolfwood?!” Vash’s sentence was cut off when the sound of gunshots rang out, the demon falling onto the ground.“Well, what were ya doin’ just running your mouth for?” Wolfwood rushed over and yanked Vash up, pulling him away to add some distance between them.“Vash…” The demon growled as he got up, glaring at the blond.“That wasn’t me.” Vash quickly waved his arms.“What the hell, how is it already healing?” Wolfwood frowned.“Wolfwood--” Vash tried. “It’s dangerous.”“Listen, Blondie, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easily!”“Vash!” The demon roared as it blasted the entire room, kicking up pieces of concrete and metal from the walls it tore down. Wolfwood hadn’t seen a demon this destructive in a while. Usually, the high ranking ones are more thoughtful and merciless with their powers.“Watch out!” Wolfwood reacted, slamming his body against Vash’s to push him out of the way. He barely saw it in time, the silver piece of metal flying towards them. In his mind, he knew if Vash got hit, he wouldn’t die. He’d get another scar, but he’d be fine. Wolfwood’s stomach twisted, thinking about how many humans, demons, and anything else that hurt Vash.Maybe Wolfwood could be the human that stopped Vash from getting another scar?He felt something hot burn its way across the side of his torso, the wetness of blood rushing down his skin coming right after.“Wolfwood!” He could barely recognize Vash’s voice when it exploded with panic and desperation. It made him dizzy. Vash’s voice made his heart flutter and his mind fog up. It wasn’t like anything he’s ever felt before, then again, it’s not like he’s been in the presence of an angel about to burst before. Vaguely, Wolfwood could feel the spark in the air, as Vash’s wings began to unfurl from his back. Without even realizing it, Wolfwood watched in awe as the white and brilliant feathers seemed to spread out as wide as the room, his blue eyes glowed with divinity. Despite fear shouting in his head, he couldn’t turn himself away.He wanted to respond, but all that came out was a harsh gasp for air. It felt like his lungs were shaking in his chest, jostling his heart around with them. And no matter how hard he tried to breathe, the stench of his own blood was practically suffocating him. Already, his body was going into shock.That wasn’t a good sign.Wolfwood fell onto his hands and knees as he clutched his side, feeling the place where the metal shrapnel sliced clean through. Even though it hurt like a bitch, his body refused to give out. Instead, he gritted his teeth as he tried to push himself up, trying to prepare for the demon’s next attack.He won’t be any help to Vash if he’s just laying there.So, when his body still didn’t cooperate, Wolfwood couldn’t help but turn his attention back to Vash, staring at him almost apologetically. Then he remembered they weren’t the only ones there. He turned away again to watch the demon across the room for him, waiting to see Monev’s next move so hopefully he could dodge it in time.“Blondie!” Wolfwood yelled out in a warning when the demon raised its hands.Wolfwood didn’t hear Vash’s response so much as he felt it.His eyes closed as a reflex as the spark in the air grew intense, almost making Wolfwood feel like he was watching fireworks on a hot summer night. The light from Vash grew too intense, as Wolfwood could see the brightness from behind his own eyelids. He could only hear the sound of Monev’s confused shout and a loud slam.Then, Wolfwood felt the air heat up from Monev’s direction, like there was a fire on his side of the room. As much as Wolfwood hated to admit it, it was a familiar feeling. It was the same feeling he got that time when his heart stopped beating and he knew Knives would crawl out from the ground and drag him to the lowest depths of hell.For a moment, Wolfwood was too scared to open his eyes. He really didn’t want his eyeballs burning or boiling or something in between. If whatever Vash was doing could send a demon to hell, what would it do to a damned man? Once he was sure he was fine, Wolfwood slowly opened his eyes. Sure enough, it was only them in the room again.“Holy hell… you… exorcised him…?” Wolfwood blinked.“I didn’t mean to.” Vash confessed, out of breath. “It was just out of instinct, I only wanted you--”“Ow… fuck…” Now that there wasn’t a demon around, his adrenaline was fading, ushering pain in replacement.“Wolfwood!” Vash surged forward, sliding on his knees before he stopped to scoop up the dark haired man. Wolfwood groaned, trying to push himself up. Vash had other plans, his hands practically gripping onto Wolfwood, keeping him steady while also looking over his injuries. “Don’t worry, I have you.” Instantly, Wolfwood turned into putty because of Vash’s words. Stupid angelic voodoo or whatever. There in Vash’s arms, it felt like he was lying in sunlight, the warmth making him soft and sleepy.“Let me go, or help me up.” Wolfwood weakly grunted. “Humans can die from blood loss, you know.” He tried to joke, but it sounded too forced. He couldn’t look at Vash’s glowing eyes, so instead he focused on Vash’s hairline, the way the gold shined like a halo even at night. It reminded Wolfwood of the yellow wildflowers that they would collect for younger kids and Miss Melanie.“I’m helping.” The blond insisted, his warm hand sliding over to Wolfwood’s bloody side. Wolfwood couldn’t help but hiss when his fingers brushed against the deep cut, well if it can even be called a cut. It was more like a piece of his skin had been gouged out. “I know, I’m sorry.” For a moment, he didn’t know if he was dizzy from blood loss or Vash’s soft voice.“Why are you apologizing?” Wolfwood hissed out between his teeth. He always hated that. “Ah!” He cringed at his own surprised gasp.“I just--” Vash paused, his voice wet. “I just should’ve taken care of you, it was my fault to begin with. He was after me but you still stayed to fight.” Vash held him tighter. “You’ve stayed to fight for so long, but who was there to help you afterwards?” Wolfwood tried to ignore the tears in Vash’s voice. Why. Why is he so sincere? Why does he cry for me?“You’re one to talk.” Wolfwood grunted. “I’ve never seen an angel with so many scars…” He repeated. “I just wanted to save you from getting another.” Wolfwood didn’t know why his mouth kept moving.“Wolfwood.” Vash clutched him tighter.“V-Vash…” Wolfwood forced his eyes open, compelled to speak the angel’s name when the air around them started to grow light.“Shhhh, Wolfwood.” Vash answered, a smile on his lips. “Close your eyes and rest.” Vash’s other hand reached up and soothed the side of his face. But he didn’t listen. Instead, Wolfwood watched as a pattern started to emerge on Vash’s skin, decorating his forehead and underneath his eyes. From the edges of his vision filled with white, as more Vash’s wings expanded over them. At first there were four, then six, then-- he wanted to count all of them, to keep his mind alert and occupied but he couldn’t. The boundary of the separate wings blurred as they engulfed them. Even the boundary where Wolfwood ended and Vash began blurred too. He could still feel Vash’s touch, but it felt like it was coming from everywhere. Strangely enough, he could feel it in his head and deep in his soul where he could feel Vash’s laugh.Finally, the brightness became too much for Wolfwood, so he closed his eyes.All he could do was focus on the tingling feeling that washed over his skin. It crawled up and down his spine to envelope his entire body. He couldn’t help but lean into Vash’s touch, turning his head into the palm of the blond’s hand when he cupped Wolfwood’s face. Distantly, he heard Vash hum, almost like a single syllable of a lullaby. Vash leaned down, his steady breathing fanning over Wolfwood’s cheeks as he drew impossibly close.Wolfwood wondered if Vash was going to kiss him.Then suddenly, it was over.Wolfwood gasped, pushing himself away from Vash’s grasp. The blond had to quickly jerk his head back so their foreheads didn’t collide. His wings flapped to gain balance as he still held onto Wolfwood.Wolfwood nearly toppled backwards again, the muscles on his side twitching.Vash helped him up this time, moving to support his back as he watched Wolfwood’s face intently. Wolfwood sat there, watching the lines disappear from Vash’s face as he tried to gather his thoughts. Slowly, Vash’s wings dipped down into what Wolfwood could only describe as a relaxed position. His longer feathers curled around Wolfwood’s wrist, keeping him close.“This really was your first time seeing an angel…? I thought you might’ve at least seen Milly.” Vash blushed. “Sorry… I should’ve closed your eyes for you. I’m told it’s… overwhelming.” Wolfwood shook his head as he turned away, trying to ignore the empty feeling that crowded his chest when Vash withdrew his hands. They still hovered over Wolfwood, ready to comfort him at any moment. Wolfwood moved his shirt, checking to see his wound. Sure enough, it was completely healed, not even leaving a scar.“I don’t think Milly even has wings.” Wolfwood looked at the feather still wrapped around his wrist.“O-Oh, right.” Vash bowed his head slightly but still studied Wolfwood’s expressions.“That’s a nifty trick.” Was all he could manage.“I try.” Vash still looked at him. Like he was scared that Wolfwood would try to run away. “Careful.” He spoke up when Wolfwood tried to stand up.“Can you--” Stop being so soft with me. The words couldn’t leave Wolfwood’s mouth.“I got you.” Vash insisted as he dragged Wolfwood to his feet.
That’s not what I meant.
Still, he didn’t object when Vash held him close, keeping him on his feet as they slowly moved towards the exit. Even though it was his side that was nearly torn in two, then thankfully healed, his legs felt like jelly. He couldn’t put his strength onto them which made him lean more onto Vash. Even though Vash had carried him before, this time it felt too personal. Wolfwood still felt the buzz of Vash’s touch in his chest.“I don’t think I can walk all the way there.” Wolfwood groaned, his head starting to throb from either blood loss or the blinding light he was too stupid to look away from.“I have an idea of how we can get there.” Vash smirked as his wings stretched out to their full length again.“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Again?” Wolfwood paled. “I think if my feet leave the ground I will pass out.”“That’s okay. I’ll keep you close and make sure you don’t fall.” Vash beamed.“Oh god.” Wolfwood groaned, trying to hide himself but only succeeded in turning closer to Vash.
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Wolfwood cracked his eyes open, the last few hours of the night completely lost to him. True to his word, the last thing he remembers was Vash shifting to hold him tighter as their feet left the ground. Even his eyelids felt heavy as he tried searching his surroundings.
Vash…
He must have carried him home.Even though Wolfwood felt the blond close by, he didn’t have the strength to look for him. So, he licked his lips and opened his mouth to speak.“Wolfwood.” Vash soothed, as he leaned into view, his golden halo of hair falling into place. “I’m glad you’re awake, you nearly gave sweet Milly a heart attack. I forgot to mention that I healed you and all she saw was me holding you and your shirt covered with blood.”“That sounds like your fault.” Wolfwood frowned. Suddenly, he couldn’t help but shiver, a coldness washing over him.“Relax.” Vash’s voice was soft, making his head a little fuzzy. All he wanted to do was sink back into the warmth of the sheets. Vaguely, he wondered if Vash wrapping his wings around him again would warm him up. If he asked, Vash would.But he’d never ask.Something told Wolfwood that when he was out cold, Vash watched over him.“How’s Milly?”“Better. Cooking food to make sure you have enough strength.”“What does she think about Meryl?”“She still has hope.”
Hm.
“You’re still jittery.” The bed dipped as Vash sat down beside Wolfwood. “You’re a little warm too.” Vash’s rough finger tips carefully smoothed over Wolfwood’s brows. “I don’t think anyone has reacted like this before.” There was a silent apology there, and fueled by spite, Wolfwood dared to meet Vash’s eyes. They were as warm as a cloudless summer day. “Are you sure you’re not allergic to feathers?” His joke felt forced as he laughed hallowly.“It’s in my nature.” Wolfwood grunted. “I’m going to hell so my body isn’t used to any blessings.”“‘In your nature’?” Vash smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It never reached his eyes, and it really annoyed Wolfwood. Wolfwood tried to glare at Vash, but the best he could muster was an impatient expression. “Are you really calling it a blessing?” He muttered as the tip of his ears turned red.
It’s what it felt like.
“It’s something I can’t change.” He ignored Vash’s question.“What can’t you change?” Vash asked as he shifted closer to Wolfwood.“My future.” He confessed. He eyed Vash, waiting for the man’s response. Vash didn’t flinch and his eyes never wavered from Wolfwood’s face. Instead, Vash leaned closer, his hand skimming down from Wolfwood’s face to his tanned palm. He hesitated for a moment, blue eyes searching Wolfwood’s expression for any objection. Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Wolfwood turned his hand, palm facing up as he stretched his fingers slightly towards Vash’s.“You’re not going to hell, Wolfwood.” Vash answered firmly, their fingers lacing together. “You’re really a nice guy. I can see it in your eyes.”“I’m really not.” Wolfwood sighed.“Yes you are.” Vash pressed, a frown on his face. “You protect people, even if you won’t admit it.” A pause. “You protected me.”“‘Thou shalt not kill’.” Wolfwood quoted as he focused on the scars on Vash’s hands. “I’ve broken one of the big ones. No matter what I do, nothing can change that fact.”“That’s right.” Vash admitted. “But you’re human. You’re not confined to your past.”“No, it’s because I’m human that I can’t escape the past.” He thought of Livio. He thought of all the other kids he failed to protect. He thought of all the Eye of Michael members who begged for their lives before Wolfwood ended them. An ugly feeling bubbled up from his chest, and twisted his lungs. Vash moved closer, his eyes deep and patient and comforting.He thought of the orphanage. His childhood. All his actions and fate that led him to this moment.It was on the tip of his tongue, but the words were dragged down by the guilt in his chest.“Wolfwood.” Vash urged sweetly, his other hand pushing the brown hair out of Wolfwood’s face. Then, it trailed down to rest on his chest, almost as if Vash wanted to draw the pain away.Maybe he just wanted to confess.Maybe it was because his stupid brain somehow started trusting Vash along the way.Maybe it was because his stupid body decided that he felt safe enough around Vash.“I grew up in an orphanage.” Wolfwood explained. “I used to think that I was imagining things. I was the only one who could see these things. I couldn’t talk to the adults, because they wouldn’t believe me, and I couldn’t talk to my friends because they wouldn’t see them. Maybe it was better that they didn’t. That way I could pretend that I didn’t see them either.” Wolfwood confessed. “It was easier to just ignore ghosts and demons and everything in between. I figured if I convinced myself they weren’t real, they wouldn’t be able to hurt me. And maybe… maybe they’d leave me alone, and I’d stop seeing them.”“But…?”“But Livio happened.” Wolfwood closed his eyes, hearing the boy’s giggle. “He was new to the orphanage and he was sad and scared and--” Wolfwood turned to look at Vash. “--And he could see them too.” He licked his lips. “Suddenly, I wasn’t crazy, and someone understood. I’d always tell him to take my hand, that together they couldn’t scare us. And even though I was happy to meet him, it got harder. They got harder to ignore because they knew we could see them. Those assholes, they just liked to terrify him. He’d cry, and then people would ask what he was crying about, and he’d tell them. I tried to tell him not to talk about it to anyone else, but he was too young to understand why. He was so scared of them, and more and more things kept showing up almost like--” Wolfwood paused. “Almost like they were an omen of them”“Them?” Vash’s voice was distant.“The Eye of Michael.” Wolfwood paused. “You know, it’s rare for kids to have this ability. That Cult, they looked for kids like us, then adopted us and then--” The words refused to leave his throat. Instantly, Vash’s hands were all over him, petting him, soothing him, despite the blue eyed man’s own tears. “I don’t know how long we were there for. It felt like years. I’m still not even sure what they wanted me for. Sometimes, when I think about it, I wasn’t sure if I was meant to be a human sacrifice or if they wanted me to join them.” He muttered. “But one night, they were talking about their plans for Livio, they kept saying he was too weak, that they should just focus on me. I broke out of my cell and searched for him but I was too late… I don’t remember anything, I just remember… snapping.” Wolfwood clenched his fist. “I wouldn’t be surprised if a demon possessed me. I felt so angry, so vengeful. I killed the guards. I killed every single one I came across. It was only one small church, but I did it. I wanted to do it. I’m not sorry for it. That’s my past and maybe no matter what I do I can’t be forgiven.” He continued. “That’s why I’m going to hell. A murder can only be a murder.”When he finished, he couldn’t meet Vash’s eyes.It was too personal.It made him want to hide away from Vash’s warmth.“You’re wrong, Wolfwood.” Vash sobbed as he held him tighter, not letting him hide.“Yeah?” Wolfwood’s playful smirk didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re such a baby.” He turned to Vash, his hands holding onto the dark haired man like he would be torn away. Vash let out another wet breath as feathers erupted from seemingly everywhere. Wolfwood watched as his wings wrapped around him once more. It was like Vash was craving out their own space in the universe, shielding them from everything that chased them.“Our future is ours. It’s ours to make, ours to create. You’re not damned, Wolfwood. You’re not.”There it was again, that strange feeling.It spread itself from where Vash held him to his chest.
Hope.
Does he dare?It felt like all of heaven and hell watched and waited.“I hope so.” He answered softly.“I know.” Vash kissed his cheek. “I know so.” Another kiss to his forehead. “You’re not lost.” He blessed him with a kiss on his lips, and Wolfwood melted into him. He let Vash shower him with warmth.
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Wolfwood sighed as he finished his cigarette, throwing it on the ground.“I really wished it hadn’t come down to this.” He grunted as he scratched the back of his head. To be honest, if there was any demon he hated the most, it had to be Zazie. Not that Zazie was some terrifying being, he was just annoying. Always picking and poking at Wolfwood.At least against Legato he could win.With Zazie, you couldn’t really win the teasing contest.He wondered what Vash was up to. It was their first time being separated from each other for a while. When Wolfwood mentioned meeting with a demon, Vash responded with his own plans for finding Meryl. Something to do with looking for a person named Luida. The blond’s guilty look only solidified the fact that he still thinks Meryl was kidnapped because of him. Maybe that’s why he was okay with parting with Wolfwood for a little while, in case it really was his fault.Wolfwood’s stomach turned at the thought, so he shook his head and didn’t think any more about it.So there Wolfwood was, in the middle of a quiet street waiting for Zazie.Who was late.That pissed off Wolfwood even more, so he took out another cigarette.“Fuck, Meryl… What did you get yourself into?” Wolfwood sighed as he lit his cigarette. They still hadn’t heard much. The realist in Wolfwood knew they’d be lucky if she were alive. Honestly, he didn’t know how much more he could take. He hated returning empty handed. He hated seeing Milly cry herself to sleep. He hated that he still hadn't found Meryl.And there’s still the question of why.Wolfwood inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine fill his lungs.He’ll just have to keep finding more demons to interrogate then.Wolfwood paused, his ears twitching when he heard something scuttle in the dark. He frowned. He took another drag of his cigarette, watching the shadows with narrowed eyes. Behind him, there was more shitting, this time, it sounded like something with wings taking off.“Don’t you fucking dare.” Wolfwood hissed out. All he was met with was a childish chuckle. Green eyes blinked into existence from the shadows. Just as he was about to call out to him, several bugs flew out from the shadows. He could only see that they were green and shiny and crawling towards him and up his leg--“Aw, fuck!” Wolfwood hissed as he kicked his leg wildly, trying to knock the thing off his leg. “Keep your nasty fucking bugs off me!” Wolfwood barked out.“But we missed you.” Zazie cackled. “I love it when human’s shiver with fear.”“More like in disgust.” Wolfwood swatted the remaining bugs, trying his best to dodge the rest that were flying around him. “I thought you hated humans.”“You’re special though, aren’t you.” Zazie hummed as he tilted his head. “We’ll be roommates one day.” Out of all the annoying things about Zazie, the one that really ticked off Wolfwood was the fact that Zazie loved to throw his future in his face.“I’d rather room with Legato.”“I’m sure he’d love to hear that.” The white haired boy grinned. “You should tell him when you’re dragged down into hell. Preferably screaming terribly.”“There it is.” Wolfwood rolled his eyes. “Let’s cut the friendly chit chat. You know why I’m here?”“You’ve been making quite a mess up here.” Zazie inspected his nails, well, if they could even be called nails. They were more like claws. “You’ve always been an exorcist, but lately you’ve been exorcising like your afterlife depends on it-- ah, sorry it doesn’t. It’s already decided, isn’t it? Where you’ll spend your eternity.” Zazie walked around him in circles, eyeing Wolfwood’s reactions as he spoke. “No, you’re looking for something, or, someone.” Wolfwood breathed out, letting the smoke leave his lips. “Not to mention, rolling around with Vash the Stampede.”“How did you--”“My bugs love you, Wolfwood. They love watching you too.”“You’re fucking weird.” Wolfwood couldn’t help but shiver as he swatted another one of his bugs. Seriously, what kind of bugs were these? They didn’t look like anything he’s seen before. “But since all the cards are on the table, where is she?”“Who?” Zazie tilted his head.“Meryl.” Wolfwood tried.“Hmm, did you lose her at the supermarket or something?”“Knock it off.” Wolfwood snapped.“Oh, you care about her? That’s a first. You caring about humans.” The boy laughed. “Haven’t you killed like half of the Eye of Michael? It’s almost like you’re already a demon like me. Hey, how many have you killed? I would brag, but I don’t bother to keep count.”“Can you either shut the fuck up or just tell me where she is?” He tried his best to ignore the sickness rising in his chest. His stomach was practically turning in on itself. He could feel the bile rising on his throat. Think of Meryl. Think of Meryl. “You better make it quick too, I’m getting real tired of hearing you speak.”“Oh, how scary.” He rolled his green eyes. “Is this the part where you threaten to send me to hell?”“No, this is the part where you actually are helpful for once, instead of a bug in my shoe.”“She’s not with any of us.” Zazie shrugged. “No demon would be stupid enough to take Meryl Stryfe.” He hissed. “Knives doesn’t really care about humans enough to take one or keep them captive. Not really his style.”“How do I know you’re not lying?”“Why would I lie?” Zazie’s voice dipped into genuine annoyance and confusion. “Hate to point out the obvious, but she’s not really important to us.”“Because you’re after Vash.”“Vash?” Zazie paused, before a grin split his face. “Has he told you then?” Wolfwood froze and Zazie caught on. “No, maybe he hasn’t. I know I probably wouldn’t admit it either.” He baited, but when Wolfwood didn’t bite, he rolled his eyes. “But to answer your question again: no. We didn’t take that human.” Instantly, thoughts raced through Wolfwood's head.
Where the fuck are you, Meryl?
If demons didn’t take her, and angels don’t care enough to, that meant--“Bye.” Wolfwood scowled as he turned away, trying to end the conversation. All of that for nothing. As soon as he took another step forward, his path became blocked by a wall of insects. Reluctantly, Wolfwood turned back to face Zazie.“What’s the rush?” There was a rasp to his voice, not unlike the buzz of an insect getting too close to your ear. “Have a date? I didn’t know Vash the Stampede was so demanding. Reminds me of someone I know.”“Didn’t know your insects were also a gossip column.”“It’s not just my insects talking about it.” Zazie hummed, eyes narrowing. “A Fallen Angel and a Damned Man. You two make quite the pair. It’s hard for the two of you not to turn heads.” Wolfwood tilted his head, shooting Zazie a nasty glare. “Don’t tell me you think a little angelic intervention will change your fate?”“Why are you still talking?”“Haven’t you ever wondered why Vash fell?” Zazie hummed as they circled around Wolfwood, like a cat toying with a mouse. Which is funny, because if anyone is supposed to be a mouse, it should be that Short Shit, not Wolfwood.“He hasn’t.” Wolfwood quickly defended. Vash’s white feathers would be forever burned into his memory.“Oh, you’ve seen his angel form then?”Shit. Wolfwood cursed.“Don’t beat yourself up too much. I can practically see his blessings all over you. But you know, fallen angels don’t always have black wings. That’s only when you’ve been damned, something you probably know a lot about.” Zazie continued on. “Nah, even then, ‘falling’ isn’t an accurate word to describe what happened to Vash. It’s more like he just stayed. He stayed with humans.”“I really don’t really care.” Wolfwood grunted, trying to leave the conversation.“The thing is, he loved you too much.”Wolfwood blinked, his face slack with confusion.“Pfft-- Look at that stupid face!” Zazie cackled. “Not you. Well, with the way you orbit around each other-- who knows.” He teased. “You humans.” The words dripped from his mouth like venom, like he wanted them to burn the air. “He always loved humans. If you can even call it love.” He thought aloud. “He dresses like you, eats like you, falls in love like you.” With every word, Zazie poked harshly at Wolfwood’s chest. “No… Maybe he stayed because he wanted to, he wanted to be like you.”“There’s nothing special about us.” Wolfwood frowned.“I know that.” Zazie scoffed. “But to Vash, you’re worth the world.”“Why are you still talking?” Wolfwood asked again.“You know, your soul is the only soul Knives would come to collect? Even though he hates humans, he’d come up to this world just to see you suffer. I guess that’s what you get for destroying one of his churches and not submitting to him.”“So I’ve been told. Look, is that what this is about?” Wolfwood narrowed his eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know, or else you just wasted my time.”“Did you know that Knives and Vash are brothers?”“What?” Wolfwood snapped his head up to stare at the white haired boy.“Oh, that’s something you didn’t know.” Zazie grinned, all teeth. “I bet Knives will be thrilled to know just how close you two have gotten.”“Yeah? You can tell him when I exorcise you back to hell.” Wasting no time, he took out his gun. “I'm done talking with you.”“I’m shaking.” Zazie rolled his eyes. “But you can tell Knives yourself.” He smirked before snapping his fingers. From the shadows, thousands of bugs crawled out. They swarmed together, forming several human-like bodies.“I fucking hate you and your fucking bugs.” Wolfwood grunted.
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Wolfwood opened the door to his front door, almost numbly. To be honest, he still didn’t remember how he got home. His legs moved on automatically and he almost tripped several times on the way back. Still, this was the earliest he’s made it home ever since Meryl disappeared. The moon was still up, afterall.“Wolfwood!” Vash pushed himself off the couch as soon as he saw Wolfwood. “What happened? I thought you said you were just going to talk.” The blond immediately crowded into Wolfwood’s space. Wolfwood watched as Vash brushed his fingers across his face, the cuts on his skin tingling ever so slightly before they undoubtedly healed.He watched his own expression reflected back in Vash’s blue eyes. He looked bitter and tired and hopeless. But Vash didn’t mention it. Instead, all the blond did was search over him, tugging at his clothes and making sure Wolfwood wasn’t injured in any other place.“What happened? Do they know anything about Meryl?”“Only that no demons took her.” Wolfwood grunted. He still watched Vash’s expression.“Oh.” Vash mumbled as his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.“Are you relieved? That Knives didn’t take her to draw you out.” The accusation burned his lips. He had hoped he’d been more nonchalant about it. Vash’s eyes widened before he looked away from Wolfwood.“You weren’t, by chance, meeting him were you?” He turned his head slightly, so Wolfwood couldn’t read him.“No, one of his lackeys.” Wolfwood crossed his arms. “You might know him, after all. Maybe you’re all related by chance? Cousins? He’s one of the higher ranking demons. Zazie.”“Actually, we’re not cousins. And I don’t know him.” Vash didn’t step away from Wolfwood. Instead, he turned his head to look at Wolfwood. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Vash spoke up. “It’s not an excuse, but saying ‘I’m the twin of Knives’ isn’t an easy topic and it kills the mood, you know?” He tried to joke, but his smile was too stretched and crooked. It was like even his face wasn’t convinced and wouldn’t play along.“You’re twins?” Wolfwood groaned.“I’m sorry.” Vash apologized. “I don’t think we look too much alike.” The blond shrugged.“Did you even try talking to him? When Meryl first disappeared? You seemed so damn unsure that she wasn’t taken because of you.” Wolfwood knows he was being hypocritical. For a moment, Wolfwood wondered if Meryl was taken because of him. He was still fearing the day he would finally see Knives. Sure, he’s felt his presence before, but the final day when Knives comes to drag his soul down was not something to look forward too.“Whenever we meet, a lot of humans end up dying.” Vash admitted, almost like it was just painful to even speak. “But… when he didn’t leave a message… I had a feeling it wasn’t him.”“Then did you know?” Wolfwood looked down at his shoes, his shoulders shaking.
“Did you know? That your brother wants to drag my soul down to hell?”“He wants a lot of things.” Vash tested. “But no, I didn’t. I knew you were wanted among demons, but I figured it was because you exorcise them. I wanted to ask but… it was unfair to ask without offering an explanation about me. And I wasn’t ready for you to know.”
Funny. I didn’t ask him anything for the same reason.
“Are you mad?” Vash asks, almost childishly. Like he’s scared he’s broken something he can’t fix.“No.” Wolfwood bit out. He wanted to be. He wanted to punch that stupid apologetic face off of Vash. Why? Why does he always look at Wolfwood with such softness? Like he’s undeserving of Wolfwood. But instead of anger, that he was left with was a sick feeling. He wanted to laugh, to do anything to break the sinking feeling in his gut.Just like Vash didn’t want to tell Wolfwood about Knives, Wolfwood didn’t want to tell him--“Wolfwood.” Vash finally closed the distance between them, fighting to meet Wolfwood’s distant eyes.“Vash…” The shakiness left his shoulders and traveled down to his hands. He knew he shouldn’t say it, but it was clawing its way up his chest. He didn’t want to hurt Vash, but he needed to say it. If he didn’t, it would just be another thing tainting him. He needed to be honest with Vash and confess. “The cult…” Wolfwood began, his face twisting into a grimace. “The Eye of Michael… they devote themselves to Knives.” He reached out, grabbing Vash’s arm as watched his reaction. “Knives is the reason why… they did that to Livio and me.” He felt Vash tense up, almost like he was submerged in ice.“Oh. Oh god. Wolfwood. I’m sorry.” Vash whispered back, wetly. Tears flowed down his face as he gripped onto Wolfwood with a broken sob. He held him close, almost like he was going to wrap his wings around them but they never came. Instead, all he did was quiver with despair. “I’m so sorry. It-- It’s my fault. I had to take care of Nai-- but I…” The blond practically curled around Wolfwood. “I couldn’t do it.”“No it’s not.” Wolfwood grunted as he moved his hands up to cup Vash’s face, forcing him to look into brown eyes. “I didn’t tell you this so you can beat yourself up. I told you this because if you didn’t hear it from me, you probably would’ve cried a river. It’s in the past, okay?” He might have spoken a little too roughly, because Vash blinked down at him, brushing more tears down his face. “It’s something neither of us can change… You always talk about how the future is ours to make, right? So focus on that, for me. I don’t want your regret, I don’t want your pity, I just want you.” Wolfwood admitted, leaning in.“Wolfwood.” Vash’s blue eyes glowed ethereally. It called to Wolfwood, urging him closer. And that’s when he realized it.He could still feel it, where Vash healed him. The memory of Vash’s light around him and the feeling of Vash flooding his veins with mercy etched itself into his memory. He could feel it, his magic or essence or whatever it was, he could feel it trace its way into his heart, keeping it safe.Wolfwood’s never been blessed before, but he’s sure that’s what he’s feeling.And when they kissed, there was no doubt in Wolfwood’s mind.
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“Are you sure she’s here?” He tried to sound annoyed, but all he felt was queasy. It seemed like any other church, with stained glass windows, but their symbols were clear to Wolfwood. After all, he was taught to kneel before them.Not that he ever did.Instead, all he’d do was glare at the symbol at night.“Luida is sure. She knows her stuff.” Vash stood next to him, staring at the church. “It’s not what I was expecting.” His eyebrows furrowed.“It’s only a church.” Wolfwood reminded himself. “Never thought I’d willingly go to their freaky church again.” Wolfwood tried to hide his shiver with a grunt. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it on his lips. Not only would the nicotine help calm him down, but maybe he’d stop rambling. He pulled out his lighter and cursed when the damn thing wouldn’t light. The sparkwheel rolled uselessly against his fingers.“Are you going to be okay?” Vash leaned into Wolfwood’s space. Of course that’s when his lighter started working again. Wolfwood huffed, letting the nicotine take his breath.“Oh, I’ll be fine.” Wolfwood turned away from Vash, blowing smoke away from him. “Might be a little more trigger happy now that I get the chance to fuck up these people again.” He turned back to Vash with a vicious grin on his face.“No killing.” Vash frowned as he bumped his shoulder with his own. Wolfwood couldn’t help but stumble forward. Vash quickly moved to steady him.“Fine, we’ll do it your way.” He grunted. “But trust me, these people are annoying as hell.” Despite his words, he took out his gun and checked his ammo. “Don’t forget we have to make them pay for taking Meryl too.” Vash opened his mouth to say something, but Wolfwood continued forward. He really just wanted to get this over with.The main entrance was uneventful, just one or two guards both of them took out without bullets to take out the others by surprise. Sure Wolfwood had seen Vash fight before, but somehow it felt different between them, like they understood each other’s movements before they moved.“This is… nice?” Vash whistled as they walked down the aisle towards the main altar. “Definitely feels like something Nai would design.” He motioned to the large piano in the room.“It’ll get worse once we get down stairs.” Wolfwood took a deep breath as they stood behind the altar, looking at the trapdoor that led to the actual center of the church, where they’d probably be keeping Meryl. “You ready? I honestly have no idea how much more are down there…”“Yeah.” Vash nodded as Wolfwood opened the door, revealing the concrete steps that trailed down into the darkness. “Wolfwood.” Vash hesitated. “Be careful.”“You should be careful.” Wolfwood shot back. “I’ve been blessed with a sturdy body, after all.” He grinned before he stepped down into the darkness. Carefully, they descended down the path and were greeted with a hallway. “Let’s go left, that looks like the main door to the holding cells.”“I’m gonna look for the ritual room.” Vash took a step to the right. “If they work for Nai, they might have documents on his next plans. I can’t let him harm any more people.”“Blondie.” Wolfwood called to him. “Don’t do anything stupid. People like them aren't worth your breath.”“Find Meryl and meet me upstairs.” Vash smiled as he turned to follow the dark hallway. Wolfwood watched his red coat fade into the darkness before he turned his attention back to the door. Usually, there’s only one guard for the captives, so he’ll make quick work of him and meet Vash to finish the job together. He kicked open the door as he searched for the guard, making sure to knock him out without firing a single shot. Once he was sure there was no one else, he quickly took the keys from the unconscious man’s hip.“Meryl?” Wolfwood asked as he threw the body in an empty cell and locked it. That guy won’t be waking up soon. “Shortie?” He asked as he passed more empty cells.“W-Wolfwood!” Meryl gasped as she ran up to the bars of one cell. “It’s about time, you know!” She rattled the bars.“No offense, how are you still alive?” Wolfwood smirked as he took out the keys to the cell unlocking it.“These dumbasses need to sacrifice me on the full moon.” Meryl rolled her eyes before she beamed up at him, lunging to hug him tightly. “I can’t believe I’m actually happy to see you.” She muttered into his chest. “You’re annoying, and you always make fun of me, but I knew you’d come.” Her shoulders shook slightly.“Aw, come on, baby, don’t cry. Milly will kill me, you know?” Wolfwood awkwardly patted her shoulder.“I’m not crying.” She sniffled.“Are you okay? They didn’t do anything to you?” Wolfwood asked softly.“No.” Meryl shook her head. “Wolfwood… they told me… about you, though.” She frowned. “They said that you and Vash--”“We can talk about it later.” Wolfwood cut her off. “Do you think you can walk?”“Uh, yeah?” Meryl blinked.“Alright, here, take this.” Wolfwood gave her his gun as she sputtered. “It’s heavier than the one Roberto gave you, so try not to flinch because of the kickback. Aim for the knees if you mean business.” He instructed. “I’ll walk you towards the stairs but I have to find Vash.”“Vash is here?” All Wolfwood could do was nod. Meryl reached out, yanking him backwards. “I’m coming with you. We all leave together.” He wanted to protest, but Meryl was almost as stubborn as Vash. They ran down the hallways, stumbling across unconscious bodies here and there. Other than being knocked out, they had no other injuries to them. They paused in front of another door, the ornate stained glass decorating at most of it except the bottom part. Meryl nodded at him before they slowly pushed open the door.They were greeted with another room. It was almost like a walk-in closet. There were more drawings and symbols drawn on the walls. Wolfwood grunted at the images. Maybe if he’s nice, he can convince Vash to burn down the whole building. “Wolfwood, here.” Meryl handed him the gun as they stood in front of the door. This one was made of solid dark wood.“Stand behind me.” Wolfwood nodded as he opened up the second door. When they opened the door, Vash was in the middle room, surrounded by at least a dozen cult freaks. Their eyes flashed inhumanly. Meryl stepped further behind him, her eyes questioning. “Demonic possession.” Wolfwood answered. Maybe, that’s what they would’ve done to Livio and him. Make them pact with a demon to be stronger and serve Knives. “Regular bullets won’t stop them, but it’ll hurt like a bitch.” Wolfwood cocked his gun.“No killing!” Vash reminded as he took a fighting position. Wolfwood moved first, shooting as many as them as possible before he handed the gun to Meryl. She would need it more. Vash danced around more than he dodged, trying to avoid seriously harming them unless to knock them out. The ones Wolfwood shot already seemed to spring up as if they weren’t even injured. At this rate, they’ll tire themselves out and be caught.Wolfwood fought the urge to shiver as he faced one of the larger ones head on. It must be that stupid cult, the stupid church that’s messing with his head. All he could think about was how Livio must have felt scared and alone. Did they beat up Livio like they would beat him? Did they starve him too? Did they make him stare at the symbol for hours hoping he’d bow his head and accept devotion.Wolfwood froze as their hand shot out, the memories of his childhood making him lock up in fear. They grabbed his head before they smashed it against the nearest wall, making his vision swim.
”Nico!”
“Wolfwood!” Vash called to him.“Shit.” Wolfwood cussed as he pushed himself off the wall and dodged another attack. He was never the best at hand-to-hand, give him a gun and they’d be done with. He quickly punched the man, trying to knock him out but nothing he did kept him down. Even the people Meryl shot at started to stand back up, like their wounds didn’t bother them.
”Nico, I’m scared.”
Was Livio scared? Did he see the demons hiding in the cult members skin like Wolfwood saw? They could try to hide, but their eyes gave it away. Did Livio see those eyes staring down at him?Wolfwood sneered as he moved forward, breaking the guy's nose with a punch to the face. The big man stumbled backwards for a moment before he snapped forward, those eyes bright with anger.“Woah, hey.” Wolfwood grinned as he tried to take a step back. “I think you look even prettier now!”“Vash! Wolfwood!” Meryl cried out. “Please tell me you have ammo?”Wolfwood was grabbed by his shoulder and hip, before he was raised in the air and over the shoulder of the cult member. “How the fuck--” He didn’t have a chance to finish as he was thrown across the room with inhuman strength, his back slamming against the solid wooden door at the entry before that flew open and he hit the stained glass one. His head slammed back, a sickening crack which he hoped was the glass shattering and not his back was all he heard.Then, the glass from the door cascaded down on him, slicing his skin as he just laid there for a moment. Well when it rains, it pours glass.Vaguely, he heard the solid wooden door, which he had just flown out of, slam closed. Maybe it was just his imagination, maybe he did hear Vash’s muffled shout.“Fuck.” Wolfwood grunted as he sat up, his head thumping against the door. He felt the glass shift all around him, digging uncomfortably against his skin. Besides that, he couldn’t feel anything. Even his own legs felt numb. There’s no way he’d make it over to Vash in time. Even if he did, he wouldn’t be much use. He tried to get up, but his legs refused. Wolfwood cursed as he tried to lift himself up with his arms, but all he did was nearly cut his hands on the glass. His eyes hesitated on a particularly large and jagged piece of glass. It was dyed blue, almost the same shade of Vash’s eyes. “Thou shall not kill, huh?” Wolfwood muttered as he grasped it in his shaky hands.He wouldn’t be able to save Vash, he was only human after all.But maybe--“Sorry Vash.” Wolfwood rolled up the sleeves of his jacket as he tried his best not to think of the blond. No, it’s not that he didn’t want to think of him, he just didn’t want to think of Vash’s reaction to this. “I hope you’ll forgive me for breaking your rules.” He sighed as he looked in the direction of where Vash was probably still fighting. He guessed it was for the best that they were separated, if he saw even a flash of gold, he might lose his determination.Wolfwood looked down at his wrists as he slit them, first the left, and then the right.Immediately, the blood rushed out and down his forearms, the sensation making Wolfwood shiver as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The blood trailed down his arms to his palms, making the glass slip from his fingers and clatter onto the floor.“This better be worth it.” He really wanted a cigarette, one last one. He really wanted to feel the warmth of it on his lips, in his lungs, in his breath. He wanted to feel the warmth of Vash on his skin too, that spikey hair of his flowing around him like a halo as he was beside Wolfwood. Always right beside him. They hadn’t known each other for long, and it felt like such a waste that they wouldn’t.If only Wolfwood would have accepted Meryl and Milly’s friendship from the beginning, maybe they would’ve introduced him to Vash under better circumstances.He wanted to see Milly one last time. He wanted to see her reaction seeing them bring Meryl home. She’d probably start bawling her eyes out and force them into a group hug. The four of them would be inseparable after that, hell, maybe they’d all move in together. They would be safer together, right?Maybe he would tell them about Livio after dinner. That way they’d know about Livio. That way they’d know what family means to him.
Livio.
He really wanted to see Livio.But Livio wasn’t where Wolfwood was going.He could feel time start to thicken up like blood, the spaces between the ticking clock growing wider and wider. God, can he not die faster? It’s agony, waiting around while Vash is fighting. It’s agony knowing that his life is slowly fading but he won’t do anything to stop it. It’s agony, knowing what is coming next.As if on cue, Knives descended down from above, seemingly appearing from nowhere. He was wrapped in hallowed white robes. Wolfwood fought the urge to stare at his face, knowing all he’d see would be Vash’s warped reflection.
You don’t look alike, my ass.
“You sure took your sweet time.” He grunted as he sat there in a pool of his own blood. If he wasn’t so tired from the blood loss, he might actually be scared. So tired…“Should’ve cut deeper.” Knives stood in front of Wolfwood, watching him with a vicious smirk on his face. “Never thought you’d be the type to kill yourself.” He hummed as he took a step closer and reached out to cup Wolfwood’s chin, forcing him to look up. Wolfwood hated to admit it, but he was beautiful. He looked like an angel with his unmarked fair skin, his hair a silvery blond instead of Vash’s very human looking blond. “The little lost lamb comes back, who would’ve thought? Here I was thinking we’d have to hunt you.” He roughly pushed Wolfwood’s head to the side.“You’re brother has better pick up lines.” Wolfwood grunted.“Careful, Wolfwood, my brother isn’t around to protect his pet.” Knives hissed as he yanked him by his hair.“Actually, he’s in the other room.” Wolfwood groaned as he screwed his eyes shut. It was too painful to look at Knives. He felt Knives’s grip slacken slightly, before he yanked again, this time tilting Wolfwood’s head upwards.“Doing what?” He growled.“Same old stuff. Being stupid.”“You don’t get to call him stupid.”“That freaky cult that you started got a hold of him.” Wolfwood snapped his eyes open, glaring at him. “They don’t know who he is, and they’re going to hurt him.” He could still see the hesitation on his face. “Don’t believe me? Go check. It’s not like I can go anywhere.” He nodded towards Vash’s direction. “If it were up to me, I would’ve taught those assholes some of your gospel. Show them how replaceable humans are.” Knives eyed him suspiciously, before pulling away from Wolfwood and walking towards the other room. Slowly, his robe began to unfurl, large sharp tendrils swirling around in the air.“Stay.” He commanded as he turned around.Wolfwood felt the tension leave his body as soon as Knives left, his eyes growing too heavy to keep them open. I’ll just rest a little… The only thing he remembered was his head nodding forward. The next thing he felt was a slap to his face as he jolted awake.“You know, it always annoyed me that you targeted the Eye of Michael. Not that I cared about the humans.” Knives was back, his white robe spotless while his tendrils dripped with blood. How long was he out for? His eyes were cold and unforgiving as they focused on Wolfwood. “The doctor said you would’ve been useful. If only you had broken back then.”“Sorry.” Wolfwood grunted.“You’ll make it up. I have a feeling you’ll turn into a useful little dog after some time.” Knives grinned. “But, I’m very busy, so why don’t you just go to hell?”“After you.” Wolfwood slurred as he waited for the end. He didn’t hear Knives after that. Instead, all he felt was warmth around him. His eyes squinted as he saw a bright light. It reminded him of Vash. The way Vash glowed around him and held him close, making him feel blessed and safe. It reminded him of lying under the desert sun with Livio when they were just kids.
”Nico! Come on, take my hand!”
“Livio--” Wolfwood gasped as he opened his eyes, reaching for the light.“You have got to be kidding me.” Knives scoffed. Wolfwood did his best to give him his best shit-eating-grin. Knives growled before he stepped up to Wolfwood, his blue eyes electric. His robe opened up, revealing glowing lines that ran up and down his skin. Wolfwood froze, the image of Vash overlapping Knives as he reached out to him.“Let’s not get too hasty, Nicholas.” Knives yanked Wolfwood by his wrists. Wolfwood grunted when he felt Knives hands close over his wounds. He’s dying, it shouldn’t hurt-- he shouldn’t be able to feel pain, but he could feel that familiar tingle on his skin. “If you go to Heaven, you’ll never be able to see Vash again. He'll miss you.” Knives spoke with disgust. “Besides, I think I want a bodyguard for my brother, until I come back.”“What are you doing?” Wolfwood was too weak to pull away.“You think my brother is the only one who can heal?” Wolfwood froze. “Please, I can feel him all over you.” Knives healing started out like Vash’s: the tingling sensation dancing on his deep cut before it crawled into his veins and spread to the rest of his body. Unlike Vash, it felt like Knives was going to consume Wolfwood, his skin breaking out into a cold sweat as anxiety crawled into his chest.“V-Vash…!” Wolfwood couldn’t help but call as he felt his skin stitch back together.“Don’t worry, he’ll come to you soon enough.” Knives rolled his eyes as he dug into Wolfwood’s wrist for good measure. His heart was pounding in his chest, his lungs expanding with oxygen, and he was wide awake. No. He was alive. Knives grinned, his skin and eyes reverting back to normal just as quickly as they started glowing. He watched Wolfwood for a moment, watching the human come to his surroundings after being on the brink of eternal death.“Why did you…” Wolfwood heaved.“I told you. Vash needs a bodyguard.”“What is this… a deal?” He never made a deal with a demon before, and the thought of being in a pact with Knives of all people made his head swim.“Nai!” There was a shout from the other room “You killed them!” Vash burst through the door, blue eyes blazing. He hesitated when he saw the two of them. Instead of anger, his expression melted into worry as his eyes landed on the puddles of blood around Wolfwood.“They were meaningless.” Knives turned to Vash, still holding Wolfwood. “You should be thanking me, I actually saved something much more important to you. Here.” Without warning Knives tossed Wolfwood over to Vash, who threw himself forward. He didn’t catch Wolfwood so much as awkwardly cushioned his fall. On instinct, Vash’s wings curled around Wolfwood, almost as if he was hiding him from Knives and was afraid that he’d try to take Wolfwood away again.“Wolfwood.” Vash breathed, clutching him close. Wolfwood grunted as he weakly hung onto Vash, trying his best to show him he was okay wordlessly. Instantly, he noticed how he no longer had wounds on his wrist. Vash pulled away slightly from Wolfwood to inspect him, whining softly when he saw the amount of dried blood on his clothes. “Nai, you--” He paused, up from the brown haired man. “Wait--”“Don’t worry Vash, we’ll see each other again.” Knives muttered as he turned away. “Wolfwood, you’re one lucky dog.” They watched him leave, still unsure if he would turn back to fight them even after he disappeared.“What just happened? What did you do?” Vash questioned as he looked back down.“I’ll tell you after a nap.” Wolfwood grinned weakly as he reached up to cup the side of Vash’s face. Vash nodded as he shifted Wolfwood to sit up in front of him. All Wolfwood wanted to do was lay back down and rest in Vash’s lap.“Meryl?”“She’s fine. A little shocked because of Nai, but she’s fine.”“That’s good. We can finally go home now.” Wolfwood sighed. Vash was patient, his hands steady on Wolfwood’s back as he prepared to help Wolfwood stand up. “I don’t think I can walk.” Wolfwood admitted as he barely had the strength to sit up.“That’s okay. I’ll keep you close and make sure you don’t fall.” Vash laughed softly as he pressed his forehead against Wolfwood's back, his arms wrapping around his slim torso.