Chapter Text
SONG ; Sleepwalking - The Chain Gang of 1974
^^ It's just what i've been listening to!
Ever so slightly edited.
Vash awoke with a start, groaning as he moved to sit himself up in his bed. A cold sweat, was he having a nightmare? No, he thought to himself. He couldn't have. He shook his head as he moved to stand up and move out of bed. He didn't feel his feet touch the ground as he immediately made contact with his wheelchair. "Gh- Youch ! Wha- Oh." As it came around, Vash realized he hit his head on his wheelchair.. looking down towards his legs, he's met with the green-ish colour of metal, and many receptors.
It clicked. He remembered. With a struggle, he moved to reset himself in his chair when the door burst open. His brother. "Vash?! Are you NUTS ?" Nai spoke with clear annoyance. He moved to pick up his brother from the armpits, and set him back down in the wheelchair.
With a noise of disapproval from Vash, he simply let Nai do so. "I could have done this myself, Nai-" Nai interrupted his brother, "I don't want to hear it. I'm going to hire someone to help take care of you." With this information, Vash stared at his brother in disbelief. "Like a babysitter?" Nai snorted. "No, no-.. Yes? No. He's just gonna help you learn how to walk in your prosthetics and live , Instead of being stuck in the house eating donuts all day and playing Animal Crossing." Vash looked back at him in shock. "Hey! At least I don't go around religiously playing murdering games!"
Thud. A bonk landed on Vash's head. "Owe- Why.." Vash questioned. "Because You were getting annoying." Nai retorted.
"Anyways, You are going to be around the house, and you are going , by GOD , to be social with this guy." Nai was stern to his brother. "I have work to do, so if you need anything, you call, okay?"
“W-Wait! Wait, wait. This guy , as you put it.” Vash started off, with Nai looking back down at him, as he strolled his brother out of his room. “You know him?” With the question, Nai hummed of sorts. “I do. He’s the best in his profession, as my secretary puts it.. So, you’ll have to tolerate him, because He’s gonna be with you all day. .” Nai put it bluntly. “ He ? What’s his name?” Vash wondered aloud. “How about we stop talking for a while, hm?” Nai refused to answer, as if speaking the name was a venom for him. Nai strolled Vash down to the living room, “ Live okay?” Vash seemed to nod in response, not really speaking. He propped his head up on his hand, while his elbow sat on the armrest of his wheelchair. Nai walked off once Vash was settled in.
Vash looked at his prosthetic arm, and his legs.. Only to wince and look away after a second, not immediately. A few minutes passed, and the doorbell finally rang out. Vash rolled himself over to the door, and opened it, only to make eye contact with
a guy
. To be specific, a guy who stood probably 6’1, tan, black hair and black eyes, wore a cross
choker
, and dressed like the sluttiest priest you’ll ever see.
Vash cleared his throat, “uh.. H-hello. Sir…-” The man waved, “Are you Vash?” In response, Vash nodded. “I am..” The, rather attractive, man, Vash thought, looked him up and down. With this action, it made Vash feel self-conscious. The blond looked down as he rolled out of the way to let the man in. “Who.. might you be?” Vash questioned him.
The stranger walked into the house, closing the door behind him. “I’m Nicholas D. Wolfwood.” He held his hand out towards Vash, “
At your service
.”