Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Midnight Run

You step away to let the man close his door properly. Tucking away his key, he smiles at you. A weight is already slipping off your heart; his presence is giving you some peace. This feeling is a mystery to you; why does he have such an effect on you?

"It's a beautiful night; I'm sure it's prettier still if it doesn't have to be experienced from a tiny window," he offers you his arm, but you don't take it. It doesn't feel right. You wrap your arms around yourself, not from any cold, but more to keep them from reaching out by themselves. You follow him down the stairs. The reception area is empty; there is just a bell left on the counter. The two of you slip out into the night, the heavy door closing with a little click. The air outside is cold and fresh as you take a deep breath. The sky is covered by twinkling lights, and you realize it's not just stars.

"Worms," you say quietly as you look at them flying in the sky like auroras.

"Beautiful." You hear the man's reply next to you, but you don't turn your gaze towards him. "Come, it's probably even prettier away from the lanterns."

His fingers slightly brush against your upper arm as he sets to leave, almost like wanting to grab you with him. The touch brings you back, and you follow him through some alleys and up a couple stairs that lead onto the rooftops. He pulls himself up to the flat top of the house, and a hand reaches out towards you. As you grab the arm, it starts to pull you up without any trouble. That's not quite human strength, is it? You ponder for a moment, but brush it off. It's not like you have much of a reference on that. You pull yourself up without struggle and climb onto the cold stones. Vash has reached out his other arm as if to catch you in case you fall. You see the silhouette of his figure, down on one knee, raising to stand when you do.

"Come," he whispers, and turns to keep going.

"Do you often take girls up here to watch the stars, or is there some other reason why you know your way around here so well?" you ask as you follow him. You feel light again; your guilt and worries are left behind at the inn.

"Oh, I've never taken a pretty girl like you up here." He grins as he looks over his shoulder to see that you're still following him. You are right behind him, looking up to see his eyes. "Do you trust me?"

"I do," you say without hesitation. "Don't ask me why, though."

"Haha, I'm still glad about it. Careful now, look out," he remarks, and you turn your gaze down to see the edge of this rooftop, the next one starting on the other side of the narrow alley. Vash only has to jump the tiniest bit; it's more like a long step for him. He turns around, offering his hand to you. "Jump. I'll catch you. Don't be afraid."

"I have nothing to be afraid about," you tease him, the small jump effortless to your strong legs. Even so, you lightly touch his hand, but not to find balance; it's just a tease.

"You're even more impressive than I thought. I wonder if you can keep up." He smirks, like he's throwing down a challenge.

"Try me." Your heart leaps; never before has anyone voiced such things to you. It surprises you that, although he has realized your strength and your abnormal physique, it just leaves him in awe and doesn't make him afraid of you. The voices in your head are quiet once more.

Vash keeps going, following the streets from this vantage point. He jumps from one ledge to the next, picking up speed, occasionally looking up to appreciate the beautiful sky. You are on his heels, with a grace in you that makes Vash's heart flutter. As you go faster, your steps get louder, occasionally rousing someone from their sleep, and you hear them cuss. But you aren't bothered by that until a light flicks on in a room beneath you and you see a shadow approach the balcony. Vash grabs your arm and suddenly pulls you behind a towering windmill, hiding the both of you from the eyes of whoever came to put a stop to this madness. The man grabbing you like this takes you by surprise, and you feel awkward again when you find yourself wedged between the windmill and Vash. His face is so close to yours as he listens to the figure stumbling around the balcony and mumbling something about "those damn rascals." Your eyes follow the same direction as his side-eye, and you soon see it all go dark again.