"Ghost" Trigun x reader

Holy Ghost

'Say, Wolfwood, do you believe in ghosts?' he finally asked putting an arm over the back of the chair, barely hiding the smirk in the corner of his lips.

'Uh?' the preacher looked up with an arched eyebrow. 'Yeah, I guess I do. Goes with the job.'

'Ever met one before?'

'No, but what the hell is up with those weird questions Needle-noggin?'

Not answering, Vash looked at you and simply gave you a corner smile and a barely noticeable tilt of the head towards his drinking buddy.

You didn't need much more to understand what he was hinting at and a rush of excitement ran through you. You hadn't pulled a prank in several years, and considering this one was a special request from your new traveling companion, it made it that much more thrilling.

Getting up from your seat, you slowly made your way to the side of the black-haired man. Now, now, what would be sure to set this man off? You pondered for a second before it struck you. You licked the tip of your thumb and index and carefully reached for the man's cigarette. In a swift motion you firmly pressed your fingers on the burning tip of the cigarette, not even needing to concentrate more than you already were for the thin paper roll to be extinguished.

'Uh? Shitty thing,' mumbled the priest as he reached for the lighter that was still on the table.

Quickly, you retreated your arm and instead went to pull the lighter away from the man's grasp. The latter frozen with a frown on his face.

'Now, you better quit fucking with me, how are you doing this?'

'I'm not, that the best part.'

The man groaned and went to reach for the lighter away, but once again you pulled it away form his reach. You saw his knuckles turn white as he clenched his fist on the table.

'You better talk, Spikey. I'm not patient.'

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Vash pout for a second, before you turned to face him, sensing him looking at you.

'We really can't have any fun, can we Luck?' he complained, gesturing to hand back the lighter to his friend.

It was your turn to pout; that priest man was absolutely no fun. But if you were to comply with Vash's request it wouldn't be without pulling one last spook.

You grabbed the lighter and lifted it up, still half-shocked by how easy it was to manipulate objects now. Under the preacher's dumbfounded expression, you flicked it open and lit his cigarette before setting the closed lighter in front of him.

With a sad sigh, you took back your seat next to Vash, your chin propped on your hand.

There was a minute or two of silence where the man of God stayed pensive, taking multiple drags of his cigarette and Vash refilled their drinks.

'I haven't done an exorcism in years, but I think I remember enough for it to work.'

'What!?No! Luck's a friend I'm not doing that Wolfwood!'

'Haaah... Only you would make buddy-buddy with a ghost, blondie.' The man chugged his drink and loudly set the glass back on the table. He rubbed his forehead for a moment before resuming, 'how that even happen?'

Vash exchanged a bright smile with you that sent heat rising through your chest before he turned his focus back to the other man and started telling him about his encounter with you. You paid attention at the start of the tale, wondering if the outlaw would explain exactly what he was doing in your little town, but when it became clear that he wouldn't say anything more than you already knew you quickly lost interest.