#whisperinthetrees

//That’s the worst thing that can happen in this world. I’m so sorry.//

coffeepott said: holy shit D:

//Oh yeah! That was hilarious. I think she still has it somewhere. Not that she wears it, but she’d hate to hurt Aisling’s feelings by getting rid of it.//

//You have the prettiest eyes!//

"Whisper!" Vash shouted as he ran through the forest they had been exploring for the past couple of hours. Somehow this impromptu camping trip turned into hide-and-go-seek. He knew she was practically a master at it when it came to playing this game in a forest. In fact, it was pretty much cheating as far as he was concerned.

"Heeey! Whisper! Where'd you get off to!" He called out again, this time raising his hands to his mouth. He sighed and looked around at the trees. As he breathed in, his lungs seemed to burn with some sort of sour air. Taking in a deep breath through his nose, he focused on the smell. It smelled like smoke, and ash, and fire. He charged in the direction of the smell thinking that maybe Whisper would have headed off into that direction. As he marched forward, his face ran straight into a wall. He grumbled and held his face for a moment, trying to assess the damage briefly before trying to figure out what he ran into.

Holding his hand apart from his nose, he saw that he had hit the opposing force hard enough to cause a nose bleed. The pain disappeared quickly, enough for him to analyze his surroundings. He looked up and down the area in front of him, and tried walking through to  the trees in front of him, and ended up getting stopped again. Puzzled, he scratched his head and hummed to himself.

"Whisper? Did you put up some sort of fancy schmansy wall? Because I ran right into it!" He called out before grabbing a hold of his nose again and squeezing his nostrils closed to stop the bleeding. He winced as he moved the muscles on his face, feeling the pain rise up again. He looked out into the area that he could not reach and tried to reach out again, only to touch the invisible wall.

Suddenly, lights flashed before his eyes. They were different colors but they happened too quickly for him to figure out what they were. Then he felt a stinging pain on his cheek, then again on the other cheek. Was he being slapped?

Vash's dream came crashing down when someone poured water on his face. He jumped and flailed his arms, trying to get the liquid off of his face as he sputtered and spat everywhere. "You good, son? You injured?" A gruff voice asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Vash said slowly as he rubbed his face and moved his hand to his, now wet, hair. "Where's Whisper? What's going on? Why are you dressed like grass?" Vash was asking questions a mile a minute before the guy explained that he had taken quite a blow to the face with the butt of a gun. Then they told him that they found him not too far from the remains of a burned building. With all that information right off the bat, Vash was struck speechless as he tried to remember what happened, but nothing came to mind.

"Where's Whisper?" He asked again.

"What? Whisper?" The man sounded confused and adjusted his helmet as he thought. "Son, do you know where you are?" Vash shook his head. "You're in a warzone, boy. Whoever this Whisper is, they may not have made it out of the building." The man continued to try and convince Vash to stay put so they could examine him for further injuries.

"No, stop, I don't need any medical attention, I just need to find my friend and see if she's okay." He stood up, pushing the soldiers out of the way with his mechanical arm.