Red Eyes

A Throne

Thank you all for all the support, also someone asked for a little crack shipping moments and I was like, "YES, WE ARE DOING THIS."

Vash had his hand over his mouth, trying desperately to cover up his fearful whimpers. He was tucked into the corner, glaring at the door, his heart beating fast.

He was not weak, so why was he so terrified?

He heard footsteps coming up to his door and instantly pulled his knees closer to his chest, his small whimpers turning to small growls.

The door slowly creaked open and he tucked his head into his knees.

He felt so vulnerable without his guns to hide behind...

"Hello love~." A British voice greeted him.

Vash tightened his hold on his knees and tried to not let him self shake. He was tough!

There was a sigh and he felt some begin to run their fingers through his hair.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." The voice cooed.

Vash let him self relax slightly, look up through his bangs.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" He asked immediately.

Oliver sighed and gave him a small smile.

"My name is Oliver, and I just want to talk to you. May I ask your name?" He said patiently.

"Basch, but everyone calls me Vash." He mumbled. He felt comfortable, as no one ever treated him so kindly, but instantly tried to move away.

Oliver nodded, closing his eyes and sighing. "Well, I supposed I should just tell you what's going to happen."

Vash shot him a confused look, tensing once more.

"They need you on our side, and are going to try any and everything to get your there." Oliver said, opening his eyes and giving a sad look.

"No. I only came so my sister would be safe." Vash said, shifting away from Oliver some.

Oliver frowned. "Please just listen. You must join us. You might get hurt if you don't right away."

Vash glared, but didn't say anything.

"If your sister doesn't fight on their side, you won't hurt her. Thats what you care about right? So she isn't in danger. Who knows, you may not even have to fight." Oliver explained.

He looked so concerned...

Vash turned away, breaking eye contact.

"No."

Oliver sighed and stood up, going to door and opening it befor stopping short.

"Oh, Luciano dear, I didn't know you were coming!" Oliver said, seeming nervous.

Luciano moved into the room and glared at Vash, who growled.

"Go get your 1p while I deal with this." Luciano ordered, still looking at Vash.

Oliver nodded sadly and left. Once he was gone, Luciano marched up to Vash and grabbed the front of his shirt, lifting him up and slamming him into the wall, where he held him.

"Listen up Svizzera. I don't know what he told you, nor do I care. You are going to join us, got it?" Luciano snarled.

Switzerland tried to keep fear off his features as he snarled out a, "Yeah, no."

Luciano smirked, before turning and throwing him to the ground, hard.

Luciano kicked the Swiss in the ribs before grabbing something from his pocket and opening one of the locked bedside tabled and pulling out handcuffs.