Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Plotting

Spending the few days in town has made you realize that your distaste for humans has been misguided, stemming mostly from your patchy memory and misplaced fear. It's true that the people you've met over the years have also been kind to you, but the moments where they chased you out were the ones that actually stood out. Still, being with Vash has given you a new perspective. He too has been shunned and shamed by people, but he never held it against them; if anything, he understood their point of view and admitted his differences. Your history with humankind on this planet still brings forth mixed feelings for you, but moving forward, you're going to take a page out of Vash's book and choose to live with a more optimistic outlook. You know it's partially because you no longer look for their acceptance or validation; you don't need it anymore. You've accepted that you are no longer human, what you are is far removed from what is considered human, but it is the reality in which you live. Still, it bothers you now less than ever before because you've found yourself a tiny, wonderful corner of the world by the handsome Plant man's side.

Walking in the city on the last day of your stay, you don't even mind people looking; most of them don't pay you any attention anyway, choosing to focus on their own business. But even the glances that are shot your way no longer burn a hole in your skin; they don't leave a tingling sensation all over your body. Vash walks beside you, a bag of doughnuts under one of his arms, the other hand digging around in it for his next victim. Your fingers miss his, but you both agreed it's best not to make your relationship too obvious. Despite the fact that you aren't putting much effort into hiding it, mostly just keeping your hands away from each other in too open and crowded places, going too far with it has little to no point since you always share a room anyway.

You look around in the little town; it's made up of small stone buildings, none of them reaching higher than two floors, but despite all the buildings looking similar both in shape and color, the patterned curtains and wall hangings bring interest to the streets. You look at the fabrics, their patterns, and their colors. Things like these help you keep the voices at bay. You look for stimulation from wherever you can; mostly it's Vash, but at times like these, the visuals of the streets will have to do.

You reach the edge of town, where Vash has set up a target for you. This time, you stand further away than yesterday and make sure nobody else is around who could get hurt.

"You wanna start?" you ask Vash with a smile, but he has already sat down on a rock and digs in the bag for another doughnut.

"No, no, I like to watch you! And as you may notice, I am very comfortable!" He smiles back. Despite that, he doesn't look very comfortable; his seat is way too low for his long legs, but he makes do, reminding you a little bit of a spindly worm with the way he is sitting.

"Very well," you shrug, yet you walk up to him. You enjoy seeing him raise his head and have to look up at you; usually, the roles are reversed. You check around; no eyes seem to be on either of you; the few people in your sight are occupied with other things. You take Vash's chin into your hand and bow down, placing a kiss on his lips.

"You like to be bossy." Vash comments with amusement.

"Only towards you," you smirk as you turn around and pull out a knife from under your arm. It twirls around your finger before you use it to throw at the target. It is effortless for you; the weight of the blade tells you immediately how to throw it.

"Wow! Even from this distance! Bullseye!" Vash sounds astonished as he looks at the knife sticking out of the very middle of the board. You reach your hands across your body, pulling out a knife with both hands and using the same motion to throw them into the target. You hear more sounds of amazement exiting Vash's body, similar to yesterday. You pull out the leftover knives one by one and throw them in quick succession. Your aim is perfect with both hands.