Shocking Reunion [Vash]

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oday was an exciting day truly.

Roderich would be included in a medical inspection on a mutant who refused to eat in the underground. He had not seen the true sights of the cages as all the other inspections that he had been included in, another one of his senior scientists which he studied under would retrieve them. But not this time. This time it was Roderich’s turn to venture into the underground. Except before a subject could be retrieved, they needed to prepare the workplace.

They would need certain tools for this inspection, much like a normal doctor’s visit, except the patient had abnormal powers and all of the people in the room-save for Roderich- despised the existence of mutants. He laid certain tools out onto the stark, sterilized counter. A needle for blood sample, the tools used to examine eyes, ears and mouth. Then of course they had all the other medical equipment if they so needed it. But why would a mutant refuse to eat his food? Is the being trying to starve to death? That would have happened already if that was their end objective.

So it couldn’t have been starvation. Were there mutants that grew up with a refined taste before they were plucked from their home and deposited into Weeds like flowers? Roderich was excused from his trance with the presence of one of his seniors clearing his throat with a box of what looked like electrical equipment. Roderich was dumbfounded for a moment as he just looked at the man. ”What is that for?” He questioned, which triggered an offended grunt from the man. ”We are testing a subject with powers that involve electricity, didn't you read the report?”Roderich had to recall the report he had looked at. He would remember if it had said anything about the subject's power. Had his seniors withheld information in all of the reports he received? With a partly ashamed glance that he had received from his senior about his previous question. How could he have been so stupid? He sighed, but decided this was not the time nor the place to feel sorry for himself. With a few finishing preparations, mostly cleaning the chair and organizing the foreign electronic objects that had been brought into the room.

It was a while before he deemed the room suitable to leave so it would be ready for the inspections. He left his coat along the wall, with several others that belonged to his seniors. Each one had a name tag above their hook, courtesy of Roderich's habit of being clean and organized. With a quick glance back into the room, he switched the lights off and shut the door, locking it. A quick stop at his locker was next on the agenda. Mostly just to retrieve the necessities, his coat and papers. Regrettably his favorite scarf had found it’s way down from the coat rack and into Gretel’s mouth. You should have seen Roderich’s face. It was as bright as a cherry. Yet, those big brown eyes pulled him back in and he ended up curling up with her in the bed that night. Something that only the walls of his apartment could leak to the world. God knows Roderich wouldn’t tell anyone he had met here. There was one person, but he hadn’t seen them in forever.

Once he retrieved the papers and his coat, he overlooked the file again. The structure of the information was rough and there were so many blanks. He had a name. Well, a last name and an initial is what he really had. Zwingli, V. He regarded it as coincidence as he climbed into the car. He continued to read and re-read the little information that he had been given. He sighed, jamming his glasses up on his nose in annoyance. This was the government, wasn’t it? Why didn’t they have more information on this subject? Wasn’t he raised like every other, where they could gather information until now, instead of gathering it all right now? With a defeated spirit, he clicked the file closed and examined the outside as they pulled toward the entrance to the underground. With a quick word to his driver, Roderich was headed below the surface.

One would think it was horrifying and inhumane. But once you have worked for the government, you don’t question, even though there is heaps of evidence. With a quick step and a determined heart, he tried to block all of his surroundings out. When he finally arrived at his destination, he gazed into the darker cell, seeing a mop of shaggy blonde hair. No, it’s only a coincidence. ”HD-L-AE-1039N, Zwingli, V. I have to ask you to follow me. You are needed elsewhere.”

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tags: Vash Zwingli
word count: 828
notes: Brace yourself for angst

by worldie for steph

[Vash Zwingli]

THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.

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The security in this part of the underground was particularly high—some of the members of the MIA directly were there to watch over the particularly dangerous or volatile mutants. The guards here were armed to the teeth with all manner of weapons; it was much, much more restrictive and contained than the rest of the underground. There were few other mutants in this area, all of them having a history of having killed or nearly killed someone in the more lightly armed part of the underground, or some other problem with them that resulted in a dangerous inability to control or contain their powers. Vash, well he was both of them in this situation. Then again, there were very few that he’d killed with his own mutations and not a gun, but that was beside the point. His mutation was, indeed particularly dangerous to those around him and well, he himself and he had very little control of it, but that wasn’t why he was here….not really anyway. Tino had him moved here for the purpose of keeping him safe from the other mutants, since they were (very reasonably so) trying to kill him due to the fact that he used to hold the metaphorical whip to these mutants—and those that were keeping them contained. He would say he was thankful for Tino doing that for him—but really, he had been hoping that one of those mutants would finally succeed in getting rid of him, it would have made things a whole lot simpler and he wouldn’t have to worry about shaming his father anymore…or his family in general. He wouldn’t fight, even if they attacked them or if he was sent to the fighting ring, there was no point…none at all. That was just one problem that the government was having with him at the moment, that and the fact that he wouldn’t eat the terrible slop that they would try to feed him. It meant that he wasn’t fit for presentation and no one would want to buy him—the main purpose of mutants at this point. There was no doubt that they wanted to weed out as much money from him as possible, since this whole thing was a scandal…and scandals yielded free advertising, so of course there would probably be an inquiry into what was wrong with him. The cell was dark—it was dark and it was cold, a little dusty too thanks to the fact that it was off in some corner of the underground and wasn’t used very often—if at all. The cold did help keep the electricity in line, but that didn’t exactly matter at this point in time since they’d given him a step up from his typical gloves—after all there was no reason to pretend to be human anymore. What he now wore on his hands (at least for the time being as apparently he was going to have a check up—something to see why he wouldn’t eat or fight, and probably also included doing a thorough examination to actually fill out his file) were thick titanium gloves lined with a sort of rubber on the outside so that the electrical charge wouldn’t transmit to the surface of these gloves. He couldn’t move his fingers in them at all, and the gloves clasped onto his wrists—which were then joined together to restrain his hands to behind his back. They probably weighed more than him at this point—considering that he’d lost most of his muscle from his lack of movement and a large amount of his weight thanks to his lack of eating. His eyes had sunken in and left dark rings around them—only making the green of his eyes have a look of madness to them as the colour now saturated his face. His lips were pale—and even his hair seemed to have dulled in pigment thanks to all of the grey that was around him. The only clothes they’d given him were large to begin with—now even larger and the neck of his shirt had slipped off of one of his shoulders to reveal all of the bruises and wounds he’d sustained from the other mutants. His arms—for the first time since he could remember, were exposed, and they showed the extent of the damage his own power did to him. White and pink long scars had crept up his arms—the concentration of them increasing around his wrists and thinning out around where his arms disappeared under his sleeves: The consequence of electrical burns. Vash had started to truly feel like a mutant at this point. No, it hadn’t been long in the underground, but he had never gone to weeds—and everyone, the guards included all hated him, not like he was exactly going to oppose their opinion on that. Vash couldn’t tell what time of day…or night it was; he’d lost all sense of time in this cell in particular—as there was a lacking of decent light sources and the watch he wore at the time of his capture had been confiscated (of course). Thus his sense of time had started to base itself off of when Tino or Eliza came to pester him about eating or when the guards changed. However, he was hearing the unusual sound of new footsteps at this time. Someone who hadn’t been here before while he was—which was strange. He’d figured out the sounds and rhythm in which most guards walked, and he knew the sounds of Eliza and Tino well. His interest might have been peaked if he actually cared about well—anything at this point, and so when they stopped outside of his cell, he was only mildly interested. Vash didn’t turn his head—nor did he pay any mind to who was speaking…there was no point in listening to the tone of a stranger’s voice, it would be filled with hatred just the same. However, upon hearing his last name—no, his father’s last name, there was a small chuckle that escaped his lips. “Zwinglis aren’t mutants, they can’t be—if they were they would bring shame to their father. I’m a mutant…so don’t call me a Zwingli.” He bit out, the anger and shame he felt that he knew his parents would too, shone through in his tone. He couldn’t have people call him by his last name—it would only further hurt his father’s reputation, which was the last thing he wanted. One of the guards stepped in then and placed a hand Roderich’s shoulder. “You might want to stand back, this one has a bite and he can’t control it. We’ve done what we can to prevent him from accidentally electrocuting people but he killed the power in half of the city which was how we found him out.” Of course, the guards knew who Roderich was as they’d been informed of the check up that Vash was set up for. The guard turned his attention to Vash for a moment before summoning another one. The both of them together opened up the cell door and roughly hauled Vash to his feet by his arms and started leading him out of the cell. This was when Vash was finally forced to regard the newcomer head on—and it only took a moment for his eyes to widen substantially. It didn’t take long for him to start pushing back—trying to resist the guards from taking him out of the cell. “No…NO….you’ve drugged me!” He hissed out, his violent thrashing only resulting in their grip getting tighter on his arms. His last happy memory, it was standing right in front of him. They were going to taint it—they were going to prove that not even that was real. He’d long stopped thinking of the mountains and well /home/ as it had only served to make matters worse—it was a dream that was long dead and he couldn’t get back, not now. So there was simply no point of thinking of it again. But seeing this image—the image of Roderich standing in front of him now made his heart ache, it stirred up memories that he’d long since tried to harden himself against, because that was a friendship he could never get back. And they were going to piss all over it. He couldn’t let that happen—not that last thing, no it couldn’t. His heart started racing and he could feel the electrical build up aching in his arms—that coupled with the aching he was feeling was suffocating, it only resulted in more panic and the sound of the chains clanging soon followed with his fast breathing. “Don’t!” He bit out again—all movement forwards having come to a complete halt thanks to his resistance, and the fact that the guards were now preoccupied with trying to wrestle him out of his cell. After a while of this, one of the guards pulled out a Taser and pressed it to his back. Soon after he felt the stinging pain in the back of his neck and he let out an involuntary hiss. The electricity only caused the ache in his heart to start burning like the nerves that worked down his arms—and that was enough to cause him to stumble and the guards managed to pull him out of the cell, in which there was a satisfied chuckle as they again held onto him tightly. “You’re going to need some help with this one,” one of them muttered as they looked over Roderich’s visibly thin frame. Vash refused to meet Roderich’s gaze, he couldn’t look at him—if he was even real. “I’ll start behaving if you don’t do this to me…” He muttered—his tone begging. If this was just a hallucination, he knew that it would ruin those few precious memories of his old friend…which was the more likely story as compared to him standing in front of him now. But if this really was Roderich—he couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing what sort of monster he was, he couldn’t bare the knowledge of him hating him, standing there and watching him lose his mind. One of the guards just chuckled and eventually pulled his head back to force him to look at his guest by his long—scraggly hair. “You’ve done this to yourself mutant, now you’re going to go with them and they are going to experiment on you…hopefully beat some sense into you too.” He muttered. Even then—Vash tried to look anywhere but at Roderich, no matter the strain it caused him.

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othing could reach Roderich’s heart or mind at this point.

What had his initial reaction been? Had he began to speak to correct the subject in the cage, that he was in fact a Zwingli because his papers proved that to be true? Or had he initially wondered why the male had said that in the first place? Perhaps it was his lapse in professionalism. What did this entail? Roderich couldn’t exactly remember what order it happened. All he knew now was a figure, that he had never planned to see ever again, was struggling in front of him. The notes had been discarded in a fightened manner as Roderich had retreated from in front of Vash to avoid his rage. Somehow, his hand had made it’s way to his mouth, covering it in horror as he examined these guards handle his friend. It took all of Roderich’s grooming and poise to completely lose it at the men who were roughly tossing his friend around.

Had this been what he left for? His studies were the fact that he was discovered to be…. different? Roderich absolutely hated the word mutant. It was horrid and derogatory and in no way, shape, or form was Roderich going to call his BEST friend such an awful term. When the guard set his hand on Roderich’s shoulder, it made him instinctively look at the person. “You might want to stand back, this one has a bite and he can’t control it. We’ve done what we can to prevent him from accidentally electrocuting people but he killed the power in half of the city which was how we found him out.” With a small nod, Roderich stayed his distance as he began to retrieve his papers off the floor. He couldn’t believe it… He was here, in front of him. In the flesh. He gathered the papers, attempting to ignore the male’s screams of insanity. With a heavy heart, Roderich rose with his notes in hand, before jamming his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. What do you say in a situation like this? The person you spent eight years of your life with, just vanishes and you find him in a cage underneath a city in Russia? How in the world was that fair in any dimension? What made the universe hate Vash, hate Roderich, or possibly even hate everyone? Maybe they all lived in a reality where, they believed themselves happy, but in truth, those are the people that turn a blind eye to the world.

Roderich gave up on all his reasoning for now, and focused on the problem ahead. How would Roderich, a thin scholarly looking man, convince these guards that he could handle Vash fine on his own? Vash wasn’t making this any easier either. He glanced hurriedly around the corridor as he tried to think of a solution. Would he charm? Or would he confuse? God, he sounded like a digital pet on one of those electronic games. With a small glance up, Roderich let his hand reach out towards Vash, gently pulling his chin up with his hand. He wouldn’t back away. He would face this challenge. He began to help Vash, slowly transferring his friend out of the guards arms and near him. He glanced at the frail man, his touch so gentle he feared he would break. He would bluff his way out of this. “Can you walk?” He whispered to Vash before returning his glance to the guards. “I believe I’ll be fine. With his weakened stature he shouldn’t be able to physically hurt me. Also, those gloves were specifically designed for him, unless you are telling me that the engineers have failed at their job, I'll have to report that. You would be at fault for not reporting it sooner.” A little influential speech never hurt. He continued to support Vash, before adding one more thing. “I also have my own form of self defense on my person.” He spoke, hoping they’d buy the bluff. Please, please. When they nodded and began to walk away, Roderich’s entire body felt lighter, as if an immense pressure had been lifted off his shoulders. He looked at the male again as he started to allow him to stand on his own. “Vash… I… I need you to come with me. Please.” His voice was pleading, sincere. He just questioned what these people had done to make his friend like this. He was normally so collected.

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tags: Vash Zwingli
word count: 784
notes: my heart hurts

by worldie for steph

[Vash Zwingli]

THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.

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How? How could any of this be real? The answer to that was rather simple actually. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Roderich couldn’t be standing in front of him, not here, not ever. He wasn’t real—he couldn’t be. Ever fibre in Vash’s being insisted that this was all some horrible, terrible lie. Whether it was a hallucination induced by whatever he suspected that the guards had drugged him with, or if it was that he had simply imagined this whole thing. Was he just dreaming this entire thing up? Was this whole being in the underground—being a mutant, and by some twist of fate have Roderich standing in front of him at his lowest point just be some twisted dream? It certainly seemed like the premise of some weird story or twisted nightmare more so than it sounded like reality. But feeling those thin and gentle fingers on his chin made the whole thing seem all too real. His eyes lit up in panic and fear—fear that this really was Roderich and that he now knew exactly what sort of monstrosity he was, and that he could possibly—no probably hate him for it. Not that he could blame him if he did, as Vash was just as disgusted with himself for being what he was, and that was exactly the reason he’d hid his knowledge of it from anyone but his sister (who’d unfortunately found out at the same time he did). Vash had never wanted to hurt anyone, but he had—he’d killed people to keep that information secret, and he’d hurt his father by being this abomination. And what of Roderich? If this was the real Roderich, then would just the knowledge of Vash being a mutant hurt him, the fact that he hadn’t told him before hurt him, or would Vash end up losing control of his powers and end up physically hurting Roderich. He didn’t like the sound of any of that, not when that damned purple gaze that was looking down at him seemed all too real to be an illusion. But oh how he hoped it was. The thought of hurting Roderich in reality was much worse than the idea of well....hallucinating it. He didn’t like either, but the latter would insure that his childhood friend would be safe—safe and blissfully unaware of the situation and what had become of him. The sensation left from the electrical build up in his arms left him initially unaware when Roderich had started to take him out of the guards’ grips, he was numb. The feeling in his hands had long since vanished thanks to the explosive burst of energy that ended up getting him landed in the Underground to begin with. Since then, it had started to creep up his arms—as he knew it would. The only thing he really knew about this mutation of his was the fact that it was killing him over time. That wasn’t exactly hard to figure out though thanks to the development of feeling like you’re being cooked from the inside out every single time a charge is released. The chest pains had grown worse with time and it was then that he figured that at some point, his power was going to cause his heart to stop from all of the charges that can end up circulating his body at any given time. He was truly a ticking time bomb. However—he was instinctively aware of well…just how gentle the other was being then when he’d managed to completely rid him of the grips of the guards. He’d just barely been able to make out the question that Roderich asked him and well…it left him more confused than anything. It was all too real to be a hallucination, and if it was still just a hallucination…then it was a damned good one. And that knowledge left him with a sense of dread that settled in his stomach. Roderich knew now. He knew just what sort of monster his old friend was, and what he’d turned into. That question though, that question and the way he was handling him was….strange. Vash didn’t think he could recall anyone ever being so gentle with him before, well except for his sister. Nor could he recall hearing someone use such a tone of well…concern, not recently anyway, and certainly not once they knew what sort of monstrosity he was. He could walk—yes, but barely with the weight of the gloves and how little he himself weighed just then. He also hadn’t done much walking recently, at least not unless someone was holding onto him tightly. This strange…kindness was enough to make him shrink back a little from him. Vash’s gaze turned back to the cage where he’d just come out of after the guards had left—he didn’t expect them to be wandering somewhere completely out of sight though….as they never did. “Why bother take me anywhere…? What will it do?” He muttered in German so as to have a bit more privacy, paranoia lacing his words as he spoke. He didn’t know what to expect, and he didn’t want to know just how much Roderich hated him now, but at the same time he needed to. “Just let me rot in here…it’ll hurt less…. than you hating me.” He just barely managed to utter that, his arms trembling a little as he felt that knot in his stomach and the ache in his heart grow greater as they stood there—as he stood there and waited for Roderich to judge him, call him a monster. “….Please…”

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his was hell.

Pure unadulterated hell that had twisted and churned his friend. A demon hole that had taken his friend and nearly starved him and made him paranoid of everything that crossed his mind. It hurt. Physically and mentally hurt for Roderich to see his friend like this. “Just let me rot in here…it’ll hurt less…. than you hating me.” Roderich made a disappointed noise with his mouth before setting the papers on Vash’s chest before lifting the male, allowing them to retreat to the car. He was so thin, so light. If Roderich could lift him, he didn’t have much meat on his bones. He felt the male’s shoulder against his chest. He even put his head on Vash’s and took in his scent like he had when they slept as children. This was Vash. There was no doubt. “There is no way I could hate you.” He murmured, his mouth and nose finding shelter in Vash’s mop of hair.

There was no way they would be able to inspect him. His body was so sunken in and his mental state was crumbling as it is. They wouldn’t get accurate information. They wouldn’t be able to get any blood. His body is already working hard enough to keep that flowing. All the other tests would either come out inaccurate or wouldn’t come out at all. He knew his seniors and how they needed to experiment, but they were all about accurate data. Roderich really didn’t want to think about anything right now. Roderich also didn’t care about the fact he was carrying Vash instead of dragging him along. It was very unorthodox and seemed almost… caring. The only thing that seemed of any importance was the fact he had found his friend. Roderich had written countless letters to this same person in his arms. How had Vash ended up this way? Malnourished, in the underground as a subject… It couldn’t be true, but here they were. Trekking a long corridor in a hell hole, headed to another demon trap where they would attempt to test on Vash. He wouldn’t allow it. He would fight his case. An inspection on Vash at this point would kill him.

After their trek, Roderich entered the car without a word to his driver. He laid Vash’s body on the back seat, laying his head on Roderich’s lap. With a soft, gentle touch Roderich ran his hands through Vash’s hair as he examined the damage. He wished he could remove those cursed gloves. They were nothing but adding to Vash’s exhaustion and weak constitution at this point. They were like a collar. A collar you kept on a dog. In Roderich’s mind, Vash was no dog. Extremely malnourished to the point that Roderich could see his rib cage protruding from the thin cloth that the underground called a shirt. He really couldn’t take it. He simply closed his eyes, as he allowed himself to run his fingers through the male’s hair. “I’m just glad to see you…” Roderich decided that was the best course of action. “I thought I’d never get to see you again.” Roderich had truly given up on seeing his friend ever again. That’s why he had moved to Russia. He felt he had left nothing behind at his home. Yet, as a futile hope that he would see Vash again, Roderich still wrote the letters. The letters! He had an entire drawer packed full of letters of Roderich’s thoughts and feelings about Vash. Possibly he would finally be able to read them.

Roderich sighed, examining the world outside the window. He lifted his unoccupied hand, registering that it was shaking. He laid it on his face and tried to calm himself. Was this excitement? Adrenaline? All those feelings coming back to him in a tidal wave of emotions. Was it fear? Vash had countless wounds, varying from stab wounds to welts and bruises. Then the awful porcelain white skin that had crept it’s way up his arms. They resembled what veins looked like, but instead these were his nerve endings dying. Note to self: Don’t allow anyone with a taser around Vash. How had Vash gained these stabs and bruises? Had they been from government workers? Or from others that were trapped underground by orders of the government? Roderich wasn’t going to pry. He would allow Vash to tell him in due time. For now, they had this small moment without having to think of anything else in the world.

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tags: Vash Zwingli
word count: 805
notes: i'm an awful person too, we're in this together

by worldie for steph

[Vash Zwingli]

THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.

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He’d made an effort to protest Roderich when he lifted him up—he was scared of what was going to happen at the other end of this…whatever this was. Vash was scared that Roderich would show him how much he hated him in actions and not words. Physical pain that could be dealt with, but having his old and only friend dish that out to him was a different sort of pain all on its own. The idea that such a thing could even happen—that Roderich could hate him, and could physically hurt him terrified him more than anything. However, he didn’t put nearly the same amount of resistance into stopping the other from picking him up as he did with the guards. He didn’t want to hurt Roderich, that would only make matters worse and he’d never forgive himself, especially with how careful he was being with him. However when he did feel Roderich’s arms around him he gave up struggling and just rested his head against his chest—the familiarity of the other’s embrace acting as something like a sedative for him, memories of happy times—before all of this mattered. And he found himself, for the first time since he’d been locked up down there, thinking of home. Not home as in where his parents lived—or any house in particular really. Home, being when he’d first met Roderich and had found himself sitting with him on a hill in their backyard looking at the mountains. He had told him about how he would talk to the mountains when he was lonely—as he was, in all honesty quite a lonely child, and he remembered how the two of them found each other’s company to fill that role instead. It was a time of naivety for both of them, thinking that they would be able to help each other through the worst that life threw at them. They didn’t know what lurked in the depths of the world that they were so precariously perched atop of, and when their only problems were the expectations their family had of them. Expectations. That’s what had landed him here to begin with wasn’t it? The fact that he hadn’t run when he found out that he wasn’t a mutant—not even after his father found out, no he stayed and wanted to listen to him because above all else, he wanted to make his father proud. Well that turned out well didn’t it? Nonetheless, feeling Roderich’s face in his hair was comforting, and he couldn’t help then but close his eyes and relax just a little as for the moment, he was feeling just a bit safer. His nerves had been calmed a little when Roderich had said that he didn’t have any hatred directed towards him, and that he could tell in his actions—as surprisingly gentle as they were. When he was laid down in the car—his nerves acted up a bit again as he immediately recognized it as one of the government cars, and was grimly reminded of the fact that whatever Roderich was doing wasn’t exactly part of anything that spelled good will for a mutant, not that he deserved such goodwill anyway. Roderich’s fingers brushing through his hair though did start to calm him a bit once again—and he felt the electricity start to drain from his system as the initial panic wore off. “You’d….be safer if you hadn’t found me…” He managed to mutter out, his breathing shallow and laboured—however as he relaxed his breathing started to deepen, slowly, but it did. “I’m going to be dead soon anyway…” Vash muttered, knowing that if the government didn’t have him executed, or the mutants didn’t finally beat him to death, or the starvation didn’t get to him…then the destructive nature of his mutations would. It was probably the best ending for him at this point—however seeing Roderich now was changing that ever so slightly. After all this time, his best friend had found him, and now what he wished for was more time with him, time to maybe bring back some of those happy memories, but that was far too optimistic. “I didn’t want you to know….that I’m a monster…” He sighed, remembering all of those happy memories—memories without mutants, and how he’d wished to keep it that way. Roderich deserved happy memories—he always had, and Vash had wanted to keep it that way for him. He also was terrified of the consequences of telling Roderich that he was a mutant, he didn’t want to hear him call him evil…no he was the last person he wanted to hear that from. And yet, here he was. “You deserve better than that…” After a small sigh, he closed his eyes to fight off something that was threatening spill down his cheek to reveal the relief he felt from the knowledge that Roderich was here, now, and he didn’t hate him. However there was the slightest tremble in his arms, which betrayed his attempts. “Do you still have Hansel and Gretel?” No, he would never forget the names of the dogs Roderich had when he'd first met him.

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ith a smile, Roderich was happy as Vash began speaking. It didn’t matter what he was saying, just that he was taking the time to talk to him. With a small laugh to himself, Roderich’s hand brushed a particularly large bit of hair out of his face. “Yes, Gretel’s still as lively as ever but Hansel’s become slower. He definitely wouldn’t be able to go hunting.” He remarked, glancing out the window as they began to approach their destination. With a glance back to Vash, their eyes seemed to lock as Roderich continued to mess with the male’s hair. “I don’t deserve any better than you do Vash.” He spoke, trying to explain that they were the same, human or mutant. Roderich knew that Vash wasn’t evil. He could be short tempered and rash at some times but he normally always has a reason. Yet, justified or not, all people make mistakes. Follow the wrong path. That means that everyone should be given a chance to redeem himself. With a soft sigh, Roderich just smiled at Vash. Actions normally spoke louder than words, so Roderich would allow his actions to talk.

It wasn’t long before they actually arrived at the lab, and the same position was taken by Roderich and Vash as he continued to carry Vash. He had to stop by his locker for a moment though, and he allowed Vash to stand, keeping a watchful eye to make sure he didn’t injure himself in anyway. He tucked his coat away and grabbed a small box. He then picked Vash up, setting the box on his stomach. He wasn't going to give an answer about the contents just yet. It was necessary though. With a little more travel, they made it to the lab where they were to test on Vash. It was like a funeral procession as the scientists lined the wall. Roderich allowed Vash to sit in the chair before retrieving the key to the gloves and unlocking it. This was it. Time to make or break it.

With a small smile, Roderich then turned to the scientist and locked eyes with him. ”Sir, I have been observing this subject and I have come to a conclusion.” He gestured to the other scientists before continuing. ”Even though I haven’t worked here nearly as long as you all have, I understand the importance of data. Correct data might I add.” He then moved towards Vash, gently placing his hands on the male’s shoulders. ”This subject is malnourished and unhealthy. Any tests performed on him would result in invalid data or inconclusive results.” Roderich was pleased when the scientist began to agree, muttering to one another. ”My proposition is that you allow me to take care of him for the day. I will solve any problem that needs to be addressed and make sure he is healthy for the next session.” As the scientists began to take his ideas, his commanding senior approached him. Yet, just before he was given permission. As if on cue, one of the scientists approached him wildly. ”Are we really going to listen to this child? That ‘thing’ is an abomination and should be treated as such!” The male grabbed Roderich by his collar and pushed him against a wall. ”This person is trying to make a mockery of us.” Roderich shied away from the man’s face. If this man had worse breath, Roderich would be afraid his face would rot off. He was glad when his senior calmed down the other scientist and finally spoke. ”I will allow it. Roderich hasn’t done anything to make my view of him acidic.” The boss turned to Roderich after he had fixed his shirt. ”You have today and the next time we call for him, he needs to be ready.” Roderich nodded as the second time today, he was left alone with Vash. He shut the door behind the other scientists before leaning against it and examining Vash who was across the room now. ”What a rush…”

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tags: Vash Zwingli
word count: 703
notes: whoo

by worldie for steph

[Vash Zwingli]

THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.

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The car ride to, well whatever doom was likely awaiting him had allowed Vash to relax just a bit. Roderich’s hands playing with his hair, it reminded him, for the moment at least of their friendship and well, what Vash had started to feel for the other not too long after and took him several years to say. When he’d found out that those feelings were returned and the warmth that had come with him and how he realized that…well Roderich really was one of the most important people he’d ever met, for him anyway. But that was all in the past now wasn’t it? It wasn’t like he could hope for any of those….affections to resurface after all of this time and well, the fact that Roderich had discovered just what he’d been trying to hide from him this entire time. Vash was sure that Roderich would have moved on from that…that single week in the past before he vanished without so much as a word (not by choice, mind you). He had to have a life now, one that he was proud of and happy to live like he’d always wanted. Vash had remembered such whims coming out of the lips of the boy who had been thrust into his life from politics, and how much that boy had hated it, how he’d deserved better. But the idea that Roderich had been able to escape that world was dampened by the fact that he was in Archadia—if he’d truly managed to get away, there would have been no way he would have landed here, not reasonably so anyway. When he was picked up again after the car stopped—he’d wanted to resist. He didn’t need to be carried, he could walk—well he could barley walk. However, struggling to walk was better than admitting he couldn’t, even if the person who was carrying him was incredibly gentle and an old friend, it was embarrassing and he didn’t want to strain the man that didn’t seem to exactly be the strongest. Nor did Vash want to seem as well, frail and weak as he was—but that couldn’t really be helped much either. Vash prevented himself from looking at the other scientists when he was brought into the lab, knowing that this would likely, and finally be the death of him from the few tools he saw. However, when Roderich removed the gloves a small wave of panic washed over him and he stared wide-eyed at the other. His hands were bare, no gloves—nothing. It had been a long time since he’d been without something to act as some sort of failsafe in the event that he couldn’t hold back the built up electricity. He didn’t want to hurt Roderich—he didn’t want to use his mutation. So he just clasped his hand together tightly in hopes that if the electricity did end up getting released, he could redirect it through his other hand—hopefully. Vash’s hands were sheet white from the damage they’d obtained and it was evident that he’d probably lost most ability to feel anything with them. As he watched Roderich fight with the other scientists—he could feel the electricity build up just as he worried it would. He wanted to get the man away from Roderich, and he wanted to scold Roderich for being so reckless at the same time. The last thing Vash wanted to see was his old friend getting hurt on his behalf. When the other scientists left the room, he let out a deep breath and gradually felt the electricity die down a little. “Don’t….fight people for me, you’re going to get yourself hurt.” He muttered, scolding him lightly—though mainly due to the slight amount of worry he felt for the other’s wellbeing, as Vash knew all too well that these people would get what they want by all means. “You’re getting yourself into trouble and putting yourself at risk, you should have just let them experiment.” He huffed, finally meeting his gaze after a moment before looking back down at his shrunken legs. “You should put the gloves back on me.” He huffed, chewing on his lip as his gaze shifted to his hands and the frown he wore only deepened. “Those gloves are for your safety….they keep me from being able to hurt you. You…don’t want me electrocuting you.” He huffed, the anxiety over the fact that he could hurt him and he couldn’t really control it was evident in his tone. “I’m dangerous, and the last thing I want is to hurt you.” He managed to utter after a few moments, the volume of his voice just a couple of notches above a whisper.

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for all my mistakes

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he room had become quiet, deathly so as Roderich gazed at the male and examined his condition. Now he would be able to assess the male’s needs and fix them as needed. He moved from the door, after sneakily clicking the lock on the door. There was no thinking what that insane scientist would do when out of their leader’s sight. What do I need, basics.. He thought as he moved across the counters, clearing off all the tools that were not necessary for first aid.

“Don’t….fight people for me, you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

Roderich seemed to raise his eyebrow at this notion. He would have gotten hurt if he had done that for any mutant, which he would have. Vash was special but Roderich had a large heart that had been kicked and bitten, yet still attempts to love nearly everyone around him. “I’ll fight for all the people of your kind. That’s what I had planned to do anyway, I just didn’t know I would experience things that I was trying to prevent up close.” He spoke, explaining himself to the male before hearing the voice again.

“You’re getting yourself into trouble and putting yourself at risk, you should have just let them experiment.”

Roderich seemed to almost scoff, before glancing over his shoulder. ”Yeah, listen. I know you’ve always had a death wish but I don’t plan on letting anyone anywhere close to killing you at this point.” He spoke, pulling the small box off the counter. He opened it and examined the contents of the box before nodding and placing it into Vash’s hands.

“You should put the gloves back on me.”

Roderich's eyes trailed to the gloves that had found a resting place near the corner of the room when Roderich had been speaking with his colleagues. With a few small steps, Roderich was poised above the gloves. He picked them up, realizing just how heavy they were. He glanced over at his friend, only getting a long distance view of the sickly white that his hands were. No, not on Roderich's watch. He set them on a counter before pulling out an empty tote and gently placed them inside. He clicked the lid on the tote and then placed it back into the cabinet before walking over and sitting on a shorter stool with his first aid equipment.

“Those gloves are for your safety….they keep me from being able to hurt you. You…don’t want me electrocuting you.”

Roderich pulled at the man's shirt, helping Vash to pull what some would call a ragged cloth off the man's back. He gazed at the wounds, hesitating to touch them. He had forgotten the cream for the burns, and the alcohol for the disinfectant. He stood, moving away from the other and organizing the rest of what he had forgotten.

“I’m dangerous, and the last thing I want is to hurt you.”

Roderich gripped the bottle tightly before setting it down and hitting the the counter top. He turned around to the other, eyes hurt. ”You don't want to hurt ME?” He questioned, nearly glaring at the male. ”I know you're dangerous, I've known that since we met, but if you didn't want to hurt me you would have told me. Told me instead of just disappearing without a trace like some kind of ghost.” He sighed, turning his head to the side before he looked back to Vash and sat in front of him. He didn't say more really. He just began treating the wounds, and cleaning them the way they needed to be cleaned.

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tags: Vash Zwingli
word count: 640
notes: totally posting this while at the theatre

by worldie for steph

[Vash Zwingli]

THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.

962 WORDS @stephanie TAGGED This turned out less angry and more sad than I was expecting... notes

Roderich looking him over the way he was—at the distance he was, it was different. It felt wrong to be looked over in such a manner by someone you were once so close with, like you really had become that monster you were worried about peeking out from day one. But it was fitting for the situation, and for what had happened at the very least, and it would keep Roderich safe—safe from Vash possibly hurting him no matter how much he tried to resist it. However, that didn’t mean that the accusative glances didn’t sting, even if they were well deserved at this point. When he heard what Roderich had been planning however that was enough to cause the tension in his shoulders to only increase. Idiot. That idiot was going to get himself killed fighting Vash’s father, if not physically than in term of notions. You didn’t simply just fight the rules here—you didn’t sympathize with mutants because if you did then you would be suspect to anything and everything, and Vash knew rather well just how corrupt the law enforcement in this city was. He should have probably been killed when he was caught, shouldn’t he have been? None-the-less, hearing that—that Roderich was going to get himself into trouble for mutants—even worse, for him, that was enough to start his blood boiling again. “You don’t understand, you can’t just…show mutants sympathy and expect to have them brush it off, it’ll make you a target. Do you really want to get yourself hurt or killed for defending someone like me?” There was a slight hint of strain in his voice—that strain was mainly what gave away his concern for Roderich as his temper was starting to flair up again—mainly out of worry, worry that had never really vanished even after all of this time, but worry no less, sugar coated with the anger he felt towards the other at just how reckless he was being. Roderich’s next actions didn’t exactly help quell this anger either as he saw him toss the gloves away and Vash was infinitely more insecure—sitting there trying to hold back his temper and his only sense of security gone. And then he came within arm’s reach of him. There was a moment of panic that flashed across his face when Roderich started prodding at him—trying to take off his shirt and well…the fact that he was /near him/ and Vash had no way to assure he wasn’t going to hurt him. The box Roderich had given him was pretty much ignored due to just how carefully Vash was watching the other and how much he was trying to make sure he stayed in control of his temper as it flared up and drained away. He didn’t fight him from trying to take his shirt off—as much as he wanted to, he didn’t want Roderich seeing those or well…seeing him like this at all. This…this wasn’t him and all of the bumps and bruises and burns only enhanced the fact that Vash knew he was a monster. That, that was exactly what he’d tried to hide from Roderich all this time, he’d never wanted to be anything less than human in his eyes. Vash was about to open his mouth to request for the gloves back when he heard what Roderich said and saw the hurt in his eyes. That…that was worse than being looked at like a monster by one of the few people you trusted. It was then that Vash finally took the chance—just for a second and after letting out a few shaky breaths, and he gently—carefully grabbed the other’s wrists and pushed him back just a little. “Do you really think I wanted to leave? After….what I had promised just a few weeks before?!” His voice quivered just a little as he remembered being in that little café with the boy he would fight the world for if he could. “I didn’t want to be sent away, my father found out…he found out what I was and he was so ashamed of me that he sent me away to learn how to hide it.” He bit the words out, recoiling his hands very quickly—having barely touched Roderich to begin with. “I never….told you because I was scared of someone finding out, and of you…looking at me like something….not human. Do you think I wanted any of this?!” He felt his anger leave him then—which was just fine with him, as he knew with that out of the way that he would pose less of a risk of hurting the other. “I’ve done terrible things since then, I’ve killed and hurt people—mutants. I deserve to be locked down in those cells and have scientists poke and prod at me, they should have killed me the moment they caught me.” He bit out again—tone slowly slipping into something that more closely reflected despair than anything else. “You need to keep yourself safe. Not stirring up trouble where my father can have a manhunt set out for you if he knows that you might hold mutant sympathies, can you at least do that?!” He forced those words out, as he knew what sort of manhunt could be sent out for his childhood friend if he really did openly demonstrate any care for the mutants as equals—after all Vash had been one of directors to send out hunts for some of the other humans that caused problems for the MIA and the Underground once. “I’m dying anyway, if them experimenting on me won’t kill me then time will. My life is not worth you risking your own to protect it.”

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for all my mistakes

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he air was cold as Roderich prowled the streets of Vienna. Winter had invaded their country like an army and had taken the entire country hostage. It was possibly the worst winter they had ever had when he had met with his best friend. They were to meet at a small cafe and Roderich was currently patrolling the streets as he walked towards the cafe. His ears and face were rosy from the winter chills. The wind had just started to pick up, when a hand grabbed his and tugged him inside of a cafe.

The figure said a few words worriedly as Roderich regained his understanding of what was around him. He had removed his scarf and when Roderich realized who had pulled him inside the cafe. He smiled at the male’s blondish hair and finally dragged him over to a small table, near the back of the cafe where they wouldn’t disturb anyone. Roderich had been holding a small box in his pocket the entire time, a sort of gift for his friend that he cared so much about.

When they finally sat down, the two exchanged gifts over hot chocolate. Roderich had received a necklace, carved by hand into the shape of an edelweiss flower, along with the composure of a song that they both loved. Then Roderich had gifted a watch, pure silver with a carrving on the backside saying “To Vash, For the hard times.” They spent a small time in the cafe before leaving and then Roderich was pushed back into reality.


He knew the dangers of standing up for mutants, the fear that the government caused, the actual hell they could put him through if they caught him. It all didn’t seem real but it seemed like Roderich had no fear in the matter. Maybe it was courage, or maybe it was just blind ambition. Whatever it was, Roderich knew it gave him power. It removed his fear, like a shot of adrenaline.

The words of Vash’s sins soaked into Roderich’s mind like honey. He stayed silent, knowing that no words could explain what he was thinking at this moment, at least, none that Vash would understand under the circumstances. He just moved around the room, applying medical treatment to the male’s wounds. He held his winces and his disgust that the world could be this mean to him.

Roderich pushed the box closer to the male, needing to have the man open it. It contained some much needed food for the other male. He moved after fixing the man’s wounds, putting the dirty instruments into the sink a few paces away from Vash. He glanced over, looking at the man as he held his hands together. Roderich sighed, his eyes full of sadness. With a few steps, he sat on his knees in front of the male and grabbed his hands still silent. With a small voice, a few words were finally spoken by the male.

”Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow. Bloom and grow forever.”

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tags: Vash Zwingli
word count: 540
notes: boop boop this took me so long oh my goodness

by worldie for steph

[Vash Zwingli]

THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.

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Vash just sat completely still as Roderich continued to work on cleaning him up. The tools were cold, and the disinfectant stung. However nothing stung quite as much as what it was that he had just admitted to doing. He’d never vocalized those thoughts before, and here he was, he’d admitted them to his best friend…or whom he had hoped would be more than that—back when he’d been human, or well could hide it from everyone (including his own father). He felt the weight of shame of all of his horrible deeds weigh down on him further than before—on top of the weight of knowing that he was a despicable mutant. He was dying, he really was. And the best part was, was Vash knew that he deserved it. Every single misfortune he’d encountered, he knew that out of everyone who was subjected to the same fate—he was one of the few monsters that actually deserved to be locked away and treated like such. He had made himself into a monster, all for the sake of his father who—he knew, somewhere deep down, would reject him anyway. And he’d killed that innocent little boy who had just wanted to hide away in the mountains with his sister and his best friend in the process. He still remembered the small kisses he’d given Roderich only a short while before his father had found out what he was. Those small little affectionate exchanges had meant the world to him, and all he had wanted was to stay with his best friend forever, as opposed to dealing with school and the stress of trying to mimic his father’s politics—and hiding his mutation. That warm fuzzy feeling he had with that boy then was something special, but his chance to fully understand it had been short lived. Not that those feelings had exactly ever gone away, no, he wasn’t any good at forgetting those things and he’d never found himself without the watch that Roderich had given him, until now anyway…since the government had confiscated it upon his capture. But even so, he’d never forgotten. Vash wasn’t sure what to make of his confession to Roderich over what he had done, he knew he expected him to hate him—and he almost wanted that anger to be thrown back at him, something that he was familiar with at this point. However somewhere deep down he hoped that it wouldn’t be the case, and that Roderich still held those same feelings for him as when they were teenagers. Not that it was realistic, as he knew all too well that he probably had his life planned out—marriages included and everything, the chances that his friend had just, completely moved on were likely. However as Roderich grabbed his hands and started to sing, he saw the inkling of that necklace he’d given him so long ago. Vash had resisted the urge to jerk away when Roderich grabbed his hands—he could kill him right then and there. He could kill him without meaning to and he knew it, all because of how directly Roderich was holding his hands. He wanted to scold the man for being so reckless when he had clearly warned him that he had no control—but he knew that was unwise, at the very least that might get his temper going again and he might actually do exactly what he was worried of doing. So, he resisted the urge and focused mainly on his own breathing, trying to keep as calm as possible. This struggle was evident in the way he grit his teeth and his hands were completely still, still and tight as he tried to just focus on keeping himself calm to the point where he was no longer paying attention to his grip, and he focused his gaze downwards on the hands. It wasn’t until he heard what Roderich said that the whole situation seemed a bit familiar—only in reverse, and he glanced back up at his friend. Hearing the words he used to sing to his friend after he fell asleep when they had sleepovers brought back those warm feelings for a moment while he sat there watching him. Slowly, through the familiarity of it all, Vash’s fingers relaxed a little and he slumped down in the chair a bit. He looked more closely at the pendant that he could see hanging around Roderich’s neck, and the flaws of his own handiwork on it. He remembered working on it, and why he wasn’t to make it by hand. “I never sang that song to anyone else…not even to Eva…” Vash closed his eyes for a moment as he recalled the next line in the song, before hesitantly, and carefully squeezing Roderich’s hands gently. Afterall, to Vash, actions spoke louder than words and he never really knew how to express himself verbally. “I never…stopped feeling how I did about you….” Perhaps that little boy wasn’t dead. Perhaps he was still in there somewhere, Wishing to escape the world with his best friend.

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for all my mistakes

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fter the squeeze of his hands; the situation changed completely. The atmosphere changed, from the feeling of the air to the wavelengths between the two males. With the ever slightest movement, Roderich swiftly pulled a rolling stool into his proximity. Quiet and gentle with his movements, the male sat on the stool before pulling his hands out of Vash’s.

Roderich didn’t feel that words meant anything at this point. For Roderich and Vash; actions spoke leagues louder than words. With a soft hand, the box that had been given to Vash earlier was taken and put on Roderich’s lap.

There were many different reactions that the box opening would provoke. One might be a gasp because of the fact that Roderich was giving up his lunch to Vash; another would concern the actual contents of the lunch. Possibly bring up some fuzzier memories in both males’ minds. Needless to say; the box couldn’t stay closed forever. With that the lid was lifted.

Inside was a small gathering called Roderich’s normal lunch. Today, it included a bit of his dinner from the night before. But before the nutritious food was heated to the right temperature; there was one item that needed to be removed. A small brown circle set in between Roderich’s fingers.

With a slow movement, Roderich set the truffle to Vash’s lips; allowing him to take and eat it. Vash had gone without food for a while now. Roderich would survive with one missed meal. He had survived with little food for a longer time in his past.

This was definitely memory inducing, except this time there were no Swiss mountains in the background or grass knoll beneath them. They were surrounder by white. White floors, white walls, white counters, white chairs, white coats. Some say that white is a pure and good color; but there was nothing good or pure about what they were doing surrounded by these white walls.

A sigh elicited from Roderich lips before they pursed. It’s as if his heart was sighing after a large weight had been lifted from its shoulders. But the heart was not sentient; it was his brain that handled all emotions. Roderich figured it was just a figurative point of speech; used to make the heart a more attractive point.

He set the box on the counter, deciding that after he had set up all the medical supplies he needed, he would go warm it up. He moved over to the white closet door and allowed it to creak open. Within about ten minutes the two devices he needed had been retrieved from the folds of the dark closet.

An advanced looking heart monitor and an IV machine were led towards Vash by the Austrian male. He grabbed a few of the heart detector pad and pulling the adhesive off before putting them onto Vash’s chest. Two underneath the clavicles and then two slightly above the rib cage ending. With that; the monitor was ready and the screen flickered to life, allowing the machine to begin it’s job.

Before beginning with the IV, Roderich glanced at Vash. He hadn’t changed. He was still just as rash, impulsive and distant. With a slight leaning motion, Roderich’s lips connected softly to the male’s forehead. It was brief, caring and calm and within the next two seconds, the male’s lips were off.

It’s almost as if Roderich had to turn away from the other, to hide his looks of mixed worry and relief. He prepared the needle that would go into Vash’s medial epicondyle, along with the bag of vitamins and nutrients which would give his body the needed nourishment that he didn’t get from the food that he would eat.

Roderich placed himself on the same stool as before after hanging the bag on the IV drip. He prepped the needle and stuck it into Vash’s medial epicondyle, hitting the vein. He sighed, glad that he had hit the vein and that he didn’t have to try again and cause Vash more pain. He pushed some medical tape over the IV to keep it in place.

”Careful not to move it too much. It will break out of the vein or fall out.”

He was cold and calculating; telling Vash his warning before moving back over to the box that he had set on the counter earlier and taking it gently into his hands.

”You need to eat. Will you be alright while I warm this up?”

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tags: Vash Zwingli
word count: 800
notes: you get a pretty awful one back sooooo enjoy my little pepper darling; hope you enjoy the medical terminology

by worldie for steph

[Vash Zwingli]

THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.

773 WORDS @stephanie TAGGED Half of this is him freaking out about chocolate... notes

With the tension slowly dissipating, Vash couldn’t help but relax—if only an inkling. And if anything, even if he hadn’t seen Roderich in the better part of several years, he couldn’t help but feel the need to trust him with the way he was acting right now. He’d always been so caring…. and it seemed to work wonders on Vash’s temper and paranoia that seemed to dominate the vast majority of his personality and communication skills. He watched Roderich’s reaction to what he said closely—wondering if anything had changed. It probably had, how could it not after all, with so much time being separated and his vanishing without so much a word? But all he got was the box being brought back to him. It didn’t take him long to identify it as Roderich’s lunch, and the little sphere in his hand as a truffle. Seeing such a thing left him almost in shock for a moment, as that was the last thing he’d ever thought he would see in the underground. Sure, it was simply a silly little chocolate, but it was Vash’s favourite sweet and he did have quite the sweet tooth. It was also obviously imported from either Switzerland or Austria—the Russians couldn’t make any good chocolate, and knowing Roderich, he wouldn’t settle for something that was only half satisfactory in that regard. That silly little chocolate he held in his hand also meant home—the mountains, comfort, and his best friend and his sister being the only concerns he had in the world. Thus, feeling the truffle being pressed against his lips and the creamy taste of the chocolate on his tongue brought back memories so vivid he had to stop himself from coughing just at the richness of the flavor and texture. It reminded him of when Roderich and he were still young and relatively carefree (given their families anyway) and would sit on the grassy hillside behind his house, holding truffles and chocolate pralines and other such sweets out for the other to eat them. He could even remember the light breeze and the smell and feel of the grass just from tasting that chocolate on his lips. He savoured every taste of it, and by the end of it—there was the slightest tear rolling down his cheek which he hadn’t noticed since he was so preoccupied with the richness of the flavour of the truffle. However, he quickly took note of it and wiped it away as he couldn’t stand the humiliation of crying in front of the only person he’d ever called friend and who he hadn’t seen in almost a decade. With the taste of chocolate still lingering on his lips, he just watched as Roderich pulled out the heart monitor and the IVs. However it didn’t take him too long to catch his lips on his forehead and he felt the impulse to reach out to Roderich grow. But he was still weary of hurting him with the gloves off. That simple action though reassured him that nothing had changed, nothing at all. And while the Roderich that stood before him had grown taller and perhaps out of his idealistic hopes and dreams, he still seemed the same. Just wanting to help and have someone help him—whether he’d admit it or not was another story. He didn’t even pay attention to the needle that was being stuck in his arm, and while the pads were cold on his skin, he ignored those all the same. His gaze was on his companion and he couldn’t help but read over every little crease and line along Roderich’s face. He could tell he was worried—that man’s expressions have never changed. Vash merely nodded at the warning about moving but immediately when Roderich signaled that he was leaving the room, an inkling of panic set in. It wasn’t panic that something would happen to him while Roderich was gone—but more that Roderich would get hurt, or that this was all a dream and he’d wake up in the cells again, alone. Immediately and without much thought, the hand that wasn’t connected up to the IV shot out and grabbed onto Roderich’s wrist—holding it tight for a moment before Vash realized what he was doing and relaxed it, but still firm enough that his grip couldn’t just be ignored. “Don’t….leave yet.” He whispered, swallowing as he dropped his gaze from Roderich’s face to his own lap. “Please. I don’t want to wake up…” He was still more sure this was a dream than reality, no matter how vivid it was.

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