Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Plotting

"You're amazing! I bet even my aim wouldn't be that good with a different weapon. And it took me years to get any good with my gun. You say you haven't done this before? How do you do that?" Vash exclaims with excitement from his spot.

"Well, I'm not sure. There's something very natural about it, so maybe I have done it before; I just don't remember. But I'm not quite sure how I do it. I simply hold the blade, and all I need to know comes to me on its own. I don't have to think about it." You look at the six knives stuck in the metal. "I think my brain just processes information so quickly, especially in moments where adrenaline is involved. The world moves so slowly, and it seems like I can see two steps into the future just by observing the targets."

"Well, for my own self-esteem, I hope you have done it before... otherwise, I look like a real fool." He pouts a little at the thought, but you can hear it from his voice that, in actuality, he holds no grudge and is happy and proud.

You go to the target and pull out the blades, sticking them back into their holsters. Your attention is grabbed by distant footsteps thundering on the stony street. You turn towards the town, and soon you also hear a voice: "Where's the sheriff? Where's the director?!"

You walk back to Vash, who also clearly hears the commotion and has stood up. He looks towards the town, searching for the source of the voice, who still seems to be looking for the same people.

"Director? You think it could have something to do with the bank? And a sheriff? A bank robbery?" you ask him as you get close enough.

"I don't know, but we better check it out." Vash says that as he takes off at a running pace, you are following right behind. The voice calling out for the director and sheriff has gone off to a different alley, so you decide to just head straight to the center of town, where most establishments were all together anyway.

Sure enough, you barely make it around the corner when you see the bank building and a large armored car parked in the square in front of it. You can see two rough-looking bandits on the roof of the vehicle, machine guns in hand, facing the streets you found yourself on. You immediately jump back behind the corner of a house, pulling Vash with you.

"Yep, it's a bank robbery," you quietly state, and Vash lets out a deep sigh before taking another doughnut from the bag. "Come, let's get closer; maybe someone can fill us in on the details."

You hurry around some houses, careful to avoid getting in the line of sight of the outlaws. As you reach the closest houses to the square, you find people cowering behind barrels and boxes. Some men have taken up arms and are lurking to find an opportunity to attack.

"What's going on here?" Vash speaks over your head, his voice low.

"Some damned idiots have decided to hit our bank!" A young man answers. You see him tightly holding his gun, and you wonder why they haven't shot the two men on top of the car. The people here look very trigger-happy.

"Not only that, they have taken four hostages; one of them is the daughter of the director! They want the safe to be opened!" An older man answers your unspoken question.

"We can't do much, or they will kill the hostages!" the younger man speaks again. "The two on top are keeping an eye out on the crowd; there's another one behind the car, ready to shoot up the whole building if it comes to that; two more are inside, waiting for the director with the hostages."

"And you don't have a clear shot into the building from here either because of the armored car," you quietly say as you analyze the sight in front of you.

"Yes. Also, the sheriff and director are nowhere to be found!"

"They won't be able to do much besides give in to the demands." You continue, your voice monotone as you peek around the corner. "Hey, Red, you think you could handle the two on top of the car?"

"Is that even a question? Of course I could, but the hostages would get hurt." Vash speaks near your ear as he too takes a look around the corner; his mouth is still stuffed with a doughnut.

"What about we give them another hostage?" you say nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?" Concern creeps into Vash's voice, as he seems to understand your train of thought.

"Well, we can't guarantee the safety of the hostages from here, and we can't do much about the men outside the building because of it. So I'll go in and protect the hostages." Both of you pull back into the cover provided by the building.

"That's suicide! Even if you go inside, you'll just be another person to hold over our heads, or they'll kill you!" The younger man from before chimes in.

"I wouldn't worry about me," you say, and you turn towards Vash. "What do you think?"

"I should go; there's quite a big likelihood it will come to a shootout, and it's more dangerous in there." He looks at you, worried.

"Exactly my point; that's why I should go. If you take care of the machine guns outside, I can protect the hostages and take out whoever is inside. Also, I have a feeling they might not want you as leverage. They might just shoot you."

"The girl's right; if I were a twisted outlaw, I wouldn't take someone like him as a hostage, but a young girl who doesn't look too tough would be a perfect victim." the older guy says.

"See? We should listen to our elders." You lower your voice. "Also, there's a certain way you would prefer this to end, right? So don't you trust me to handle it?"

"Of course I trust you. I just don't want you to get hurt." His eyes look into yours with an intensity that you don't see often.

"Well, I'll be careful," you assure him.

After another moment of hesitation, Vash gives in and agrees with your plan. You flesh out the plan, including the other two men in it. You agree on your timing and signals, talking everything through as quickly and thoroughly as possible. Agreeing that you would look suspicious with all your knives out on display, you end up borrowing the suit jacket of the younger man, rolling up its sleeves, and making it look less like you borrowed it from a stranger and more like you made a choice to wear it. It covers the sheaths on your sides, and you unbuckle the hunting knife from your thigh, handing it to Vash.

With your plan set into motion and preparations made, you take off, running quietly along the streets to the side of the square with the bank building without being seen. As you get closer, you take out some doubledollar notes from your pocket and slow down. You count the papers in your hand, not letting on like you are in a rush or that you notice anything at all about what's going on. You make your way between the bank building and the armored car.

"So, what's this?" a squeaky male voice exclaims from next to the vehicle.