Ramé (Vash x reader) (On Hiatus)

Chapter 1

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A combination of wind and sand threatened to blow over everything within its path, the howling of it screamed throughout the vast surroundings despite the rocks and dilapidated buildings that surrounded the area.

The light of a few buildings illuminated the otherwise empty street, leading down towards one building in particular. The loud noise that resonated from it told you as much as you needed to know, it was the center of attention, the place where all the wrong people gather to celebrate whatever crimes they'd committed.

What crimes they've done were really none of your concern nor business, however, there was one thing you came to do.

Collect what needed to be collected.

Slinging a large bag over your shoulder you rose up from the ground, sand clinging to every nook and cranny as if providing you with another layer of camouflage. The goggles that rested across your face did well in keeping your eyes protected from the sand however they were removed in favour of clarity.

Running along the outskirts of the perimeter your boots skidded across the sand, eyes coming to rest on a set of boarded-up windows near the backside of the building that had your attention.

Sliding up against the wall beside it you held your breath, chatter from inside was prominent but so was the sound of a door closing; which set your plan in motion. Fetching a metal rod from your side you began wedging it beneath the wood pushing the rod out until the wood began splintering.

A few more pushes and one of the three planks popped off falling to the ground, your hand curled around the rod tightly as you paused, waiting, listening for any indication that someone inside had heard the noise.

But nobody had.

Repeating the process with another plank you ebbed away at the glass hidden beneath it, a small noise leaving you as it chipped away without issue.

Hastily dropping the bag you'd been carrying around you yanked a tube that'd been coiled at its side, the end of it looking like an enlarged needle. Ducking down to peak into the room your eyes settled on a large wooden barrel, the thing you'd been looking for and the thing you wasted no time in tossing the tube's point at.

Like a game of darts, the point pierced the barrel. A clear liquid beginning to dribble out through the tube and into your bag, the speed of which you had hoped would've been faster but alas it wasn't.

Tapping your foot against the ground impatiently you cracked the bag open checking the progress; about halfway there.

Nipping at the inside of your cheek your fingers followed the rough texture of the bag's zipper, ears listening in to anything that could potentially send you darting off in an instant. Although that's where you made an error.

You were so focused on what was happening inside that you'd missed the group of people circling the building in search of an area to smoke.

"Hey you- What are you-" Not allowing the man to continue, you'd swung the metal rod in hand towards them, the extended portion of it practically ringing as it slammed into one of their shins. Noting that the others had quickly clued in on what was happening you swung the rod a few more times; you using the fact that they were probably tipsy to your advantage.

Their movements were sloppy and if you could just distract them for a little longer you'd be able to make it out with a full bag.

Risking a glance back towards the bag you were relieved to see that it seemed full, however, the motion had caught the crook's attention and they'd taken the chance to call out towards the front of the establishment for backup.

Not good.

You needed to hurry.

Dropping down and kicking up handfuls of sand you darted back towards your bag, the tube easily being yanked out of its side all the while you sealed off any openings the pack had swinging it over your shoulder.

The weight of it led you to stumble a bit but you'd eventually caught yourself turning on your heel to begin darting away.

More footsteps thudded behind you and small sections of sand to your sides began shooting up, the clashing of metal told you more than enough as you tucked off to the side. Their aim wasn't the greatest but you didn't want to take the risk.

Turning sharply once more you hopped over a crumbling wall, back pressed into it as your hands flew across your mouth to muffle any noise.

Your ears picked up the sound of running, each step passing by the wall until they eventually faded into the howling wind.

Waiting a good few more seconds you popped back up, a relieved sigh leaving your lips as you adjusted the bag resting across your shoulder so that both straps rested over your shoulders properly, a clip in the middle was buckled across your chest as was one around your waist.

Fixing the rest of your attire quickly you turned around facing the vastness of the desert, the long walk back led you to huff softly but you were happy that your little mission turned out to be a success.

The others would certainly think so too.

Propping the bag up out of habit you began the long trek back, your boots leaving divots in the sand that filled back up in a matter of seconds. Your eyes took in the surrounding area, scanning periodically for any wildlife that might come across as a threat in the event that it was hostile- not that anything out in the wastelands were friendly for that matter.

People who lingered around the wastelands were also almost always unfriendly as well for that matter- so you'd certainly keep your guard up for them too.

Sucking in a deep breath you spiraled into a fit of coughs as the sand quickly blew through your nose, the rough grains once again clinging onto anything it could. You honestly hated the wind purely for that fact alone- but considering the state of the world, sand was the least of your worries.

Readjusting your pack once more your focus returned ahead.

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"We can't thank you enough for everything you've done." A woman had approached you as soon as you'd neared the town, children following in her steps as you'd offered the jug from within your bag towards them.

"It's really nothing, I'm just doing what I can to help." Flashing the small cluster a smile you patted a few of the children's heads as they neared, each one practically taking turns clinging to your attire.

Holding the jug in her hands the woman let out a somber hum, her eyes despite showing gratitude also told you that she was upset. "I just wish we didn't have to survive this way."

Stepping forward towards the woman you raised a hand planting it on her shoulder in what you'd hoped came across as a comforting gesture. "And you won't have to soon,"

"I'll get the plant back. That's a promise."

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