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[The house was quiet when Vash woke up, he sat up with a yawn and brushed his hand through his hair.] It's good Noah is finally sleeping better through the night. [Being a light sleeper was a habit he still hadn't kicked yet, a baby in the house never really helped either.

He shuffled out of his room to start the coffee. If there's one rule in the Trigun house was first person up made coffee. As it started to warm up Vash decided to grab a quick shower before the smell of fresh coffee began to wake people up.

It was when he got out of the shower and still no one was up that he began to get worried. He tried to tell himself he was worrying over nothing and poured himself a cup, but didn't drink it. There was just something that didn't feel right.

The first door he pushed open was Amelia's, hoping to be greeted with a kick, a smack, or even gun fire.] Amelia-chan, there's fresh coffee. [Only the room was empty. Blank walls and a bed that looked as if it was never slept it. It was alright, she was young and it was good for her to be out of here. He just hated that he'd have to break the news to people. Best to start with the Wolfwood's.]

Milly, Wolfwood? You two up? [It was a worse shock to him to open that door and find all three of the Wolfwood's gone too. For a moment Vash just stands for a minute, unable to believe that his entire family was gone in just one night, then it clicks - everyone was gone.]

[He rushes into the room, the crib was indeed empty. No amount of staring was bringing the child back. Wolfwood was dead and Noah had no where else to go. Luceti was his home. His mind was racing, trying to think of anything at all that he could do, coming up with nothing. He couldn't even really remember going into his room and grabbing his journal.]

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH NOAH?! I know someone from the Malnosso must be listening to this! He had no home to go back to! What have you done!? Give him to me! I can care for him! If you dare lay one FINGER on him in anyway way I'll be sure you regret it. [He's not sure how yet mind, but he's done playing any sort of nice now.] Give. Him. BACK!

[He doesn't know what else to do. Anyone near House Five can probably hear the sounds of crashing once in awhile. Although Vash doesn't stay there for very much longer. Anyone who goes in to inspect the place before the house fixes itself will find several large holes the size of a fist in many of the walls, a coffee pot still full, and in his room several smashed snow globes, flowers, and even his red coat.

Eventually towards evening when he's a bit more calm he'll leave a message for anyone who didn't understand his earlier angry shouting.]

For those who knew them, Wolfwood, Milly, and Amelia have all been returned home.

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[He doesn't break down. No, he just turns and faces the counter, hunched over, having shoved the box and the pictures to the side with a little more force than necessary. A few of them flutter to the floor where they'll wait until Sanji picks them up. Whenever that will be.]

Thanks. [Said stiffly. And feeling like a selfish bastard because he's too numb to offer Vash anything more than his back right now] For bringin' it over.

[Vash reaches down to pick up the fallen pictures. He's not really surprised, Wolfwood left one for him too. Without really looking at them he'll set them beside the others so they won't be stepped on.]

It's all right.

[A pause, as he really doesn't want to pester the chef, but-] Do you have any spare canned food? Or any jerky that's handy?

[Sanji nearly turns around at the request, ready to bite out that if Vash plans on eating that shit, he can forget it - grab a proper meal from the fridge or so fuckin help him--

A hand is planted firmly against his forehead, a deep sigh taken. Calm down, chef.]

Who's it for? You? ... You know I'd rather just make you something.

I know, but I'm going camping. Those will keep better.

... Cabinet to your right, bottom shelf.

Take as many as you need.

Thanks. I shouldn't be gone too long. [He should probably offer to stay, give his friend some support they both could maybe use, but this is just something he has to do on his own right now. He'd rather keep what he's about to try to himself for now.]

[Under different circumstances Sanji might ask, pry into Vash's business like he's usually wont to do.

Today is different.] Stay in touch. [It's all he can offer. The words "I'm sorry" won't even touch his lips - they'd ring hollow and empty anyway]

Thanks, I will. I shouldn't be gone too long.

[A nod - listless and only half-listening. Now Sanji just waits for the footsteps to tell him Vash has left the kitchen, so he can have a few moments to himself]

[Vash doesn't stay any longer than it takes to grab a few days worth of food and place it in his pack. He's just about ready to leave now.] Take care of yourself. [And then he turns and leaves. He's wasted enough time as it is.]

[Vash is gone for maybe twenty minutes before someone else is letting themselves into the kitchen, door pushed open quietly.]

[By now, Sanji is more or less stable. No tears, no outbursts of unbridled frustration. The photos have been gathered up and set to the side, where he won't forget them, and he stands with his focus narrowed down to whatever is in his hands. Food for some sort... Stir-fry? Yeah, that's it.

God, Zeff would have his ass for such inattentiveness.

He doesn't hear the door open; that would require he remove himself from the safety of his numbed thoughts, and he's not sure he's ready for it]

[The fact he doesn't whirl and greet her within moments tells Nami all she needs to know-- that he's already been told. She stands there with her back to the door for another moment, not sure whether she should cross into Sanji's territory-- maybe he'd prefer being left alone.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

She doesn't say anything. But after a moment, there's a gentle hand on Sanji's sleeve. A soft touch and tug to get his attention.]

[He tenses, breath held tight in his throat and a little apprehensive at who he's gonna find.

When he turns and sees that it's Nami, he has the sense to relax, fixing her with a slow, tired smile. He doesn't say anything - he doesn't think he needs to. There's only one reason she'd be here, and so sees little reason to start acting like everything's okay]

[Oh, Sanji.

There's nothing at all she can say that will help, and so she doesn't. The only thing she can do is be there for him the way he was when Bellemere-san left-- movement slow and a little careful, her arms curl around his waist gently.

Offering comfort for once, instead of taking it.]

[...

He wishes, a little selfishly, that she hadn't gone that far, no matter if he was waiting for it. Hugs have a way of unraveling what little control a person has. And he thinks about standing still, just letting her do the work this time. He's numb enough to consider it for a few seconds.

Then he feels his face contort, twisted into a moment's worth of frustrated misery, and maybe he doesn't hug her back yet, but he does lean some of his weight against hers, head drooping until he can feel some of her wayward hairs brush his cheek. Lets out a wet, shuddering sigh.]

[This hurts, Nami-san]

[Nami knows. She knows people unravel at a touch, Sanji... it's why she's here. Better, she thinks, for you to be able to let some of this grief out than lock it all away. Better for it to be with nakama. With her. He'll be able to forgive himself for this, if it's her. She's sure of it.

She feels the dampness on her shoulder and says nothing; just curls one arm up higher on his back, fingers resting between his shoulderblades, and hugs him close.

She's sorry, Sanji-kun.]

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