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Vash [Trigun Stampede] ([personal profile] thestampede) wrote in [community profile] totherelentless 2023-06-20 02:10 am (UTC)

[Vash would be more frustrated if this weren't his entire life. He's conditioned to expect this, at this point. Never a dull moment, some might say...yet when you've had a night like Vash just did...it makes him long for normalcy, just for a moment. For those days when things were easy, with Rem and Nai. Or even, when he was with Luida and Bradd...

Now, he has Ain. And he wishes it could be different, but he knows it can't be. It never will be, not so long as he's forced to live this way, on the fringes of society paying for crimes he never committed.

Though...maybe at this point, the blurred lines don't matter. He's a criminal in some respect, he supposes.

Vash is quick to throw on his jacket and hop to his feet, turning to rip the comforter off the bed. What Ain doesn't see is the near immediate way Vash doubles over and grits his teeth, gripping the headboard of the bed as a sudden lance of pain shoots up from his lower back.

Oh. Oh god, his ass.

He's going to have to try and push past it and worry about his inability to walk later, quickly bunching up the comforter into as close to a folded square as he can muster before shoving it deep into their bag, slinging it over his good shoulder. It's just in time, too, because as soon as he's upright again, the door explodes off its hinges, kicked down by the officer on the other side.

Vash's breath catches, and he's running back towards the main room before he can think to do otherwise, just as the men in the hallway are taking stock of the situation. One of them shouts- they recognize Vash on sight immediately- just as Vash makes it to Ain. Just as they start drawing their guns.]


Wait-!

[He manages to sweep a leg past the couch, dipping down a fraction low enough to avoid a bullet through his shoulder, his mechanical arm reaching up to grab Ain by one of his large sleeves, just in time for a second bullet to ping off the metal of his knuckles, richocheting into the wall.]

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