Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

A Wild Beast

You run as fast as you can across the loose sand, stumbling as you lose your footing, but you still keep going. Panic is tying off your throat. Where is he? Is he part of the gunfire? You are so afraid that the one person who seems to have accepted you for who you are might be in danger. You reach the alleys, but they are flooded with people.

"It's the Humanoid Typhoon! He has a bounty of $$500,000! He looks easy 'nuff! Don't let the others get their dirty hands on him!" You barely hear the voices talking to one another. You won't make it through here, and you can't see much from this vantage point. Even though Vash was tall with a blond head and bright red coat, the bodies smashed together here; pushing and punching is too much. You run back a bit and take a different turn to climb onto a low roof. You hoist yourself up, your legs already scrambling to find a hold, and keep going. As you run along, jumping onto higher roofs to see better, you suddenly hear a familiar voice, but he seems to be huffing and puffing, shouting something you can't understand. Your blood runs cold as you hurry towards the voice. You see him running away from a mob of people; some of them are shooting at him, while others are more careful so they don't hit their comrades.

"It's Vash the Stampede! Get him!" the townsfolk shout.

Vash is running in the opposite direction of where you just came from, dodging bullets as he goes. He has his own large gun in his hand, but he doesn't seem to have any intention of shooting it. You see that he is heading to a courtyard, probably thinking he can get through there, but you see that there's another mob already waiting.

"Vash! No! It's a trap!" You shout from the rooftop, still running, but he doesn't seem to hear you. Moving faster than the townspeople, you catch up to the mob, but Vash is already running down the narrow street, just about to go around the corner and see the others.

"Stop shooting!" you hear from the mob chasing Vash just as the lot reaches the courtyard. Vash stumbles to a halt when he sees the other people there, blocking his way. He is cornered and is backing away, soon to have his back against the wall. He looks pityful and pathetic standing there like that, snot running down his face. Why would anyone mistake him for someone called the Humanoid Typhoon?

"Careful not to kill him! He is wanted alive!" A man from the mob shouts, "A little maiming won't matter, though."

You see a few of them pointing their guns at Vash, who has his arms up in the air and his eyes looking for a route to get out. With no time to spare, you jump from the second-floor roof, lading on the lamppost, and then jump from it to the ground. With a roll, you are in front of Vash and get on your feet, soaking up the bullets that were meant for him.

"Sweet Pea..." you hear from behind yourself. He can't see your face as you hunch over a bit, but not from the pain. The amount of adrenaline and pure hate coursing through you won't let you feel the bullet wounds; in fact, they are already starting to heal up, slowly pushing the bullets out. The men in the mobs are taken aback by your actions; they look at you and see the eyes of a wild animal looking back.

"How is she still standing? What is this monster? Is she part of his gang? She doesn't have a bounty! Kill her!" the different voices of the townspeople shout over each other.

Some of them are taking up arms again, but you are still protecting the man behind you. A low sound, almost like growling, escapes your throat. You barely have any control over yourself; pure instinct is taking over.

"I'll make a nice pelt out of her," a large man says as he steps forward. He has a hunting knife in his hand, and he smiles with a smirk as he comes closer. You hear a gun cocking behind you, but you have already lunged forward. "Look at this beast!"

The last comment abruptly ends as your fist connects with his throat and your knee digs deep into his groin. Your other hand snatches up the hunting knife, and you jump back. You have the knife now pointed at the townsfolk, ready to slash anyone.