Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Truth Unfurled

Warning: This chapter is about a suicide attempt (at least closest thing to it for an immortal being)! You'll find a chapter summary in the end.

"Cause I want to shoot my brains out, Vash." The words slip over your lips as the madness tangles into your thoughts. You are tired, the voices are driving you to insanity, you don't feel like yourself, you haven't for a while; and you just need to clear your head. It feels like a physical itch that you can't rip out with your nails alone. It needs forceful stimulation, at least that's what you're convinced of.

Your hand pulls out from his grip to reach between your bodies to take the gun, you've been feeling it press into your thigh for the whole evening. You don't think too much, head consumed with the voices and your twisted desire, but Vash is fast and grabs hold of your hand.

"No! What are you saying?!" His voice is raised and full of panic before grabbing your other hand too.

"Let go!" You yell back and try to pull your arms free. His grip tightens, and you end up tackling him instead.

"Stop this!" he cries out as his back hits the sandy ground. "Don't do this! Talk to me!"

As you sit up on top of him, you use the extra leverage to rip your arms out of his grip, your raw strength surprising him again, and you bend to grab the weapon. You can almost taste freedom, silence from the voices, peace, and quiet, just for a little bit. That's all you want—to be able to think, to reason, and to love the man currently pinned under you.

The fight you put up makes Vash realize that he needs to step up to keep up. One of his arms smacks away your hands, giving him the extra second to grab his gun himself and throw it over his shoulder.

"No!" Your body lunges forward, trying to reach for the firearm, but his arms wrap themselves around your waist and pull you against him. As you land over his body, his face is pressed into your chest. Your arms push against his shoulders and the ground. "Let me go!"

You thrash against his grip, trying to force yourself loose. One hand tries to reach for the weapon, but it's too far. This is torture—the restraint over your body, the pain in your head. You're back in the lab, tied to the table with nowhere to run, no way out, just pain as you are ripped apart.

"No! Let me go! Set me free!" The raspy shriek escapes your throat, you're no longer fighting Vash, but your past.

"Iris! Calm down! Wake up!" Vash calls out to you as you use all your strength to struggle against him. He can barely hold on to you as you kick against his legs, your fingers digging into his shoulder.

He knows this is not you, your heart and mind aren't currently with him, it's the sickly part that has been driven to its limits. You keep screaming wordlessly, your hand still reaching out, but it seems less like towards the gun specifically and more like you are looking for someone to pull you out of your misery.

Vash uses his legs to get some momentum and rolls both of you over. He holds you to the ground with his body weight, but your arms try to push him off you or at least struggle out from under him. His hands grab yours tightly, and he pulls up to sit on top of you.

"Iris! Look at me!" He shouts out as your eyes are not focusing on anything in particular while your whole body is trying to throw him off. He pins your arms to the ground as he looms over you.

"Let go!" you hoarsely scream, wiggling in the sand. "Set me free! Save me!"

Your words sting him, you are asking to be rescued from your torment. For the first time you speak up like this, you beg for release. He doesn't know what to do, how to save you.