[ How much trouble could his brother get into while he was asleep?
Now that he knew Nai slept deeply, through practically anything, Vash had started leaving him alone whenever he laid down for a nap - he needed to work sometimes, and this was usually the best time. He's not surprised to see that Nai has already moved somewhere else and left a mess behind by the time he gets home, but Vash doesn't really mind. He tosses his phone onto the kitchen counter and stops by the couch, leisurely picking up the blanket and coat, humming to himself.
It's only when he starts to fold the blanket up that his hand comes away sticky with blood. Vash freezes. He notes the clothing by the door - things he'd lent to Wolfwood - and Nai's closed door. There isn't a lot of blood. He keeps telling himself - there's not a lot.
Vash is across the room in a second. He tries the knob first, then resorts to banging his fist against his brother's bedroom door. ] Nai!
[ When he doesn't receive a response after a few minutes, he takes a few steps back so he can have a running start. It doesn't matter that his strength is diminished here - Vash runs and twists his body, using his momentum and a well placed kick. The door nearly comes off its hinges, parts of the wood splintering.
He doesn't know what he expects to find when he steps inside, but it isn't Nai just laying there in bed. Vash is breathing hard, fear and adrenaline and anger all intertwined, but when he walks over to the bed he drops to his knees beside it. ]
Nai, what happened? [ Vash reaches for his shoulder, trying to turn him so that he can see his face better. His voice is clipped, something coiled and tightly controlled in it, but there's an underlying thread of concern there, too. ] Nai, answer me.
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Now that he knew Nai slept deeply, through practically anything, Vash had started leaving him alone whenever he laid down for a nap - he needed to work sometimes, and this was usually the best time. He's not surprised to see that Nai has already moved somewhere else and left a mess behind by the time he gets home, but Vash doesn't really mind. He tosses his phone onto the kitchen counter and stops by the couch, leisurely picking up the blanket and coat, humming to himself.
It's only when he starts to fold the blanket up that his hand comes away sticky with blood. Vash freezes. He notes the clothing by the door - things he'd lent to Wolfwood - and Nai's closed door. There isn't a lot of blood. He keeps telling himself - there's not a lot.
Vash is across the room in a second. He tries the knob first, then resorts to banging his fist against his brother's bedroom door. ] Nai!
[ When he doesn't receive a response after a few minutes, he takes a few steps back so he can have a running start. It doesn't matter that his strength is diminished here - Vash runs and twists his body, using his momentum and a well placed kick. The door nearly comes off its hinges, parts of the wood splintering.
He doesn't know what he expects to find when he steps inside, but it isn't Nai just laying there in bed. Vash is breathing hard, fear and adrenaline and anger all intertwined, but when he walks over to the bed he drops to his knees beside it. ]
Nai, what happened? [ Vash reaches for his shoulder, trying to turn him so that he can see his face better. His voice is clipped, something coiled and tightly controlled in it, but there's an underlying thread of concern there, too. ] Nai, answer me.