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You rush around the house, trying to pack your clothes into your suitcase, because you recently received a letter from a dear friend whom you hadn't seen in a long time because they had moved to another town. You’re excited and anxious at the same time. You’re mainly anxious due to having had terrible experiences while traveling; on the sand steamer there was a hijacking that resulted in some casualties as well as getting your money and jewelry stolen, and crossing paths with bounty hunters terrifies you as they have no regard for those in the surrounding area. So overall, you’re terrified of traveling alone or traveling at all.
But that’s why you decided to invest in a motorcycle with a sidecar attached to carry your luggage with you. Even then, you’re still terrified of encountering dangerous people along the way, and you’re not good with a gun.
"Hmm, what should I do? I don’t want to let my friend down." You pace around, trying to think of what to do. Until you get an idea.
"Aha! I can hire a bodyguard! But it can’t just be anybody; it has to be someone that people will be terrified of." You start to pace again, trying to think of who to hire. Coming up blank, you grow irritated, so you decide to head out and grab something to eat.
Along the way, you’re still thinking, but then come to a sudden stop. In the corner of your eye, you spot a bulletin board. You turn and start walking towards it. There are wanted posters and advertisements scattered about, but none stand out.
"None are interesting enough, and the rest just look too intimidating," you mutter to yourself. You go back to walking towards the diner to grab a bite. Once entering, you order some food and pick a table to sit on, waiting for your meal to arrive. While waiting, someone else enters the diner—it’s a tall man with spiky blonde hair sticking upwards, kind of like a broom, and a red long coat. You frown, "Huh? He has an eccentric style, especially his hair," you say to yourself. You stare at him, and you continue to stare at him. ‘Looking at his physique, it seems he’ll be able to hold his own in a fight," you grin. 'I'll just have to ask him to be my bodyguard, and I hope he agrees.'
You keep staring at him. Vash feels someone’s stare, so he turns his head to see who it is, and when he makes contact with you, your smile widens. You raise your arm and signal him to come toward you. Vash quirks an eyebrow and points at himself, making sure it’s him you’re signaling to. You nod your head, and Vash curiously walks towards you, wondering what you’re calling him over for.
He sits in front of you and says, "Uh, you called for me?"
You nod again, leaning in, "So…. What’s your name?"
Vash perks up at the question, "My name? Well my name is Vash."
"What's yours?" he asks you.
"It's Y/N," you smile at him.
"I have a request," you nervously tell him.
"A request? What kind of request?"
"I’m traveling on my own, going to meet up with a friend who I haven’t seen in awhile, but I’m scared to travel alone, especially after having bad experiences, so I was hoping if you can be my bodyguard, please." You stare at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he'll say yes to your request.
Vash contemplates whether it’s a good idea, especially since he has something important to do, but he feels bad saying no, especially to a cute girl like yourself.
"Sure, I’ll be your bodyguard."
"Really? That’s great!"
"As for payment, I can give you..." you say, while reaching into your pocket to take out your wallet.
"A date!"
You freeze and look up at him, "Huh?"
"For payment, I want to take you out on a date."
"A date? Don’t you want money?" You look at him skeptically.
"Hey, what’s with that look? A date isn’t so bad."
"I know a date isn’t bad, but I think that’s a bit too sudden."
Vash stares at you, "Oh, come on! We’ll get to know one another while we travel," he eagerly tells you.
You look at him unsurely, all while pondering whether you should agree to a date with Vash, a guy you just met. ‘I have wasted a lot of money on this trip, and if he’s just asking for a date instead of money, I don’t think it'll be bad, right?’ You thought to yourself.
"Sure. I’ll go on a date with you."
"Really."
"Uh, yes?"
"Really, really?"
"Yes, Vash. You asked for a date, so I’m obviously agreeing to it."
"Hahah, sorry, I was just making sure. A lot of the girls that I had asked out would always reject me or never give me a chance, so I was a bit stunned when you actually agreed to a date," he said bashfully.
Looking around the diner, still waiting for your food, drumming your fingers on the table, you glance back at Vash and ask him, "Can right now count as the date?"
"Nope."
"No? Why not?"
Vash leans towards you and asks, "How many dates have you been on?"
You glance away at the sudden question. "Um, about two," you mumble out.
"Two?"
You nod.
"Really?"
You look at him, feeling embarrassed and irked that he’s still questioning you, as if the answer will change.
"Yes, I’ve been on two dates. How many have you been on, Vash?"
"None."
You give him a stunned look, "Really? But, you’re a good-looking guy."
Vash blushes at that. "Well, yeah, I guess? But…. I’ve always been rejected; you’re the first to say yes," he says, shyly smiling at you.
Feeling flustered at what he told you, you ask, "Oh…. uh, when do you want to go on the date?"
"How about when we reach the town that you’re heading to?"
"You want to have the date then? Sure, I guess."
Vash giddily smiles at you, feeling extremely excited for the future date and already beginning to imagine what the two of you will do during the date and how he hopes that it’ll end with at least a kiss.
"Hey, so," Vash is interrupted when a waitress slams the plates of food onto the table.
"Here are your meals," the waitress says in a monotonous voice.
Vash glances at her and gives her a small smile. "Thanks!" The waitress simply turns around and walks away, completely ignoring him.
You give Vash a glance before you reach over to grab your plate. "Guess someone isn’t into small talk."
"You think so?" Vash awkwardly says. He goes to reach over for his plate as well, stuffing his face with pasta.
"Oh yeah, I was gonna ask you when you’re planning to leave town?" Vash asks you while still chewing his food, and you grimace.
"Vash, please don’t talk with your mouth full; it’s gross."
He quickly swallows his food and says, "Haha, sorry about that."
"And to answer your question, I was planning to leave tomorrow morning. Is that fine with you?"
"Yeah, totally," he says, while still talking with his mouth full, completely forgetting what you told him earlier. You just sigh and go back to eating your food.
After you’re both done eating, the two of you head out of the diner, walking side by side. You’re heading back to your house when you realize Vash is still walking with you. You stop and turn to look up at him.
"Why are you following me?"
"Oh, I thought I was your bodyguard?"
"Yeah…. But you don’t start until tomorrow morning."
You quickly turn back around, heading towards your house, before you stop and glance behind you, you see Vash still standing where you left him, you feel a pang of guilt in your heart. ‘Maybe I was too harsh on him. Ugh, I better not regret this,' you thought to yourself.
You make a detour from your house, heading back to Vash. Vash notices you coming back and quickly smiles at you.
"Hey, back so soon?" he cheerily says.
You ignore him, "Do you have a place to spend the night?"
Vash stares at you, feeling a bit stunned at your sudden question. "Well, I was just gonna stay at an inn," he tells you.
"Dont."
"Huh?"
"Don’t spend the night at the inn. You can just crash at my place," you tell him, feeling a bit awkward at inviting him to your place.
"Oh, really?" he says, grinning at you.
"Yeah, you’ll start working as my bodyguard starting tonight." you sternly tell him. You quickly turn back around and start walking towards your house again, with Vash following closely behind you with a slight bounce to his steps, grinning ear to ear.
Once you reach the front door of your house, you reach into your pocket to pull out your keys, and you insert the key into the knob to unlock your front door. You step in first, flicking the light switch on. Vash steps in right behind you. You’re not going to lie, you did feel a bit intimidated by having Vash in your own home, especially with how he just looms over you. It makes you nervous.
You direct Vash to follow you to your living room and point to your couch.
"It’s a sofa bed; you’ll be sleeping here for the night. Help me pull out the bed for you."
You begin to pull out the cushions and expose the folded-up bed from under there. Vash leans in and instead pulls it out by himself. ‘Huh? I always struggle to pull out that bed on my own, yet he did it so effortlessly.’ you thought to yourself.
"I’ll go get you a pillow and blanket," you tell him, heading towards your bedroom door and opening it. You go straight to where your closet is and open it, sifting through the shelves for the spare blanket and pillow. Once you find them, you go back to the living room, where Vash has already made himself comfortable on the sofa bed.
"Here you go," you tell him, handing him the blanket and pillow. Vash happily receives them.
"Thanks! You really didn’t have to do all this, y’know?"
"What do you mean? I’m doing this because I want to Vash and I want you to sleep comfortably."
Vash shyly smiles at you. You notice a slight pink tint to his cheeks, and you brush it off.
"Anyways, I’m going to take a shower; once I’m done, you can head in to take a shower yourself."
Vash nods at you as you get up from the bed to properly fix the blanket over it. You head back into your bedroom to grab some clean clothes and head towards the bathroom.
Vash goes to lay on the bed, putting his arms behind his head. Then he hears the shower running. "Wow, this bed is surprisingly comfy, and the blanket smells really nice," he says to himself.
He quickly sits up and reaches over to his bag, opening it and sifting through it to take out his pajamas as well as his essentials. Vash gets up from the bed and starts unbuttoning his red coat, folding it, and placing it on the bed. While he’s doing that, you’re already stepping out of the bathroom, and you notice him standing. You also notice that he isn’t wearing his red coat.
"Woah, that’s a lot of leather," you say out loud, startling Vash in the process. He turns to look at you and gives you a sheepish smile.
"It is, but it’s comfortable."
"Don’t you feel hot with all that leather while also wearing that big red coat?"
"Nope, I feel fine wearing it."
You give him a concerned look, "You’re weird, Vash."
Vash laughs at what you said.
You gesture towards the bathroom, "The shower is all yours." He nods and picks up his clothes from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
You head towards your bedroom, to get ready for bed, as tomorrow will be a long day for both you and Vash. When you’re about to lay down on your bed, you hear a loud thud and shriek come from the bathroom. Worried, you quickly run out of your room and towards the bathroom. You open the door without bothering to knock.
"Vash, are you-!" You freeze. Vash stands butt-naked in the bathtub, frozen in shock as well. You stare, not only at his nicely shaped ass but also at the scars that are scattered around his body. Vash is the first to snap out of the sudden shock and quickly goes to wrap a towel around his waist.
You snap back to reality, not really knowing what to do or say in this type of situation, so you say the first thing that comes to mind, "I- wh-why are you naked?!" you shout at Vash, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
Vash looks at you with an annoyed and embarrassed look. "What do you mean, why am I naked?! I was showering!"
You simply stare and quickly retort back at him, "J-just don’t be naked and lock the door!" You slam the door shut and hear Vash shout, "Huh?!"
You run back to your bedroom, closing and locking your door. You lean against the door, red-faced and feeling utterly embarrassed at what you told Vash. You let out a deep sigh, before you start walking towards your bed and fall face first onto it, you groan against your pillow and hope that tomorrow comes quickly.
Vash walks out of the bathroom, now fully clothed. He’s embarrassed that you saw him naked and that he made a commotion when he slipped in the shower. But he also feels a bit insecure now that you’ve seen his scars; he knows that most girls wouldn’t find them attractive.
"Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now," he mutters to himself.
He goes towards the sofa bed, pulling the blanket and getting comfortable under it, hoping that sleep overtakes him.