Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Spring

You sit on the bed alone, the tablet in your hands. Hours have passed, and you switch between dream filled sleep and pacing around the room. The memories piecing themselves together have given you a headache again, but it pales in comparison to the pain you had felt before. Vash settled into his old room a few doors down. You want him to rest, so you asked for a separate room. You wouldn't want your restlessness to disturb him. And you want to figure out your feelings—do you love him, or is it all just an illusion?

You scroll through the files on the tablet, and you read old reports about both the calamity on your home planet and the time you spent on Earth. The information you uncover still leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Some of the memories related to the videos and logs come to mind. You remember your childhood, your friends, and your family, and it seems like a dark cloud follows you, bringing misfortune and pain. Part of you wonders if it is all worth remembering instead of living in ignorant bliss. But it's not like you have a choice; you couldn't live with the voices anymore, and they are finally quieting down. It's like you were right; they demanded to be remembered, and now they find peace. The buzzing in your head is still there, a constant reminder that there is still one large mystery left to discover.

You spend the whole day in your room, mostly sleeping, as that way the headache doesn't bother you as much; it's just a never ending stream of memories of your past life. So much of it seems strange to you—the way you spent time with other humans, you were a part of them; together, you worked towards a common goal, but there wasn't real care behind your actions, just a duty. Vash came by a few times, but you were either asleep or pretending to be. He left you food that you didn't touch, and for a while he sat in a chair by the door. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him; the feelings inside you were still a stormy mess. You had never felt truly this way about anyone; the love for your family and friends felt different, and the affection towards former lovers didn't compare either. Is it different because it's fake, or is it different because it is true? He sat quietly for an hour before leaving with a slight sigh. It does make you feel guilty, but the pain from hurting him would be worse.

Luida stopped by too at some point, but you decided to ignore her just as you had done with Vash. You had enough information to sort through without adding to it, and you didn't want to be face-to-face with the question of how you are feeling or doing. She just tucked you in a little more and left shortly after.

It has been hours since Vash replaced your lunch with dinner, but you still haven't touched it. You have no desire to do so. It must be night already. You wonder if you should go on a walk through the ship, just to see how well you remember it, but there are other things on your mind.

You get out of bed and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You are wearing a ship's crew dress, just without the one piece underneath, as a nightgown. All your stuff went to get washed, as your bag was filled with sand. You try to imagine yourself as a staff member here, just working on something on the ship, even though you know it wasn't your role. All your memories of the ship were actually from before launch; you were trained to operate the machinery and given extensive tours, but you would have been woken up only after arriving at a suitable planet or shortly before. Different scenarios run through your head. What if the ships didn't crash? What if they did crash, but you were still in cold sleep? What if nothing bad happened and you made your way as a human to a new world? Thoughts of Vash come to mind. Would you have met him in that new world? Would you have gotten close?

You sigh deeply and walk out the door into the corridor and move a few doors down, hesitating by Vash's room. You wonder if he's asleep, but you choose to open the door anyway. You see him lying on his side on top of his blankets and covers. He is wearing his regular clothes, minus the glasses, coat, and gun.