Of Needle and Cloth
Sum.: Who could blame Roderich for being confused when his old "frenemy," Vash, asks if he will, along with Elizaveta's help, fix a tear in Lilli's only dress. But what's this feeling? Is dear, stick-in-the-mud Roddy jealous of all the attention Lilli is getting from Vash?
Genre: Romance/Family
Pairings: RoVa
A/N: Dedicated (and for) darling Vash (and PJB!) Because if you hadn't asked me to write it, I wouldn't have. (And your fic was what got me to like this pairing.) So! I have five reviewers aready! BTW, that rule is going to last for the rest of this story, so keep on truckin'!
Chapter 2
Third POV/VASH
A few hours (or so it felt like, to Vash) later, Vash was still pacing in the front room. Every once in a while, he'd glance at Lilli, who had cried all the tears she had left and now sat, lifeless as a run-over puppy. (And she looked like she had saw such an occurrence.)
She sat wrapped in the oldly, thicker-than-usual comforter from her bed.
And this was because she was not wearing anything but underwear. She had noting to change into, because Vash didn't have the time nor courage to go out and buy more detergent for the washer.
Her and her beloved brother had turned the house upside down, looking for something that was either her's and clean, or his and fittable.
Vash was wearing the only thing he had left--his uniform. Every other piece of clothing was too dirty, too small, and/or too manly.
Vash's face glowed with anger as he remembered how this had started.
Ut was all because of that damned boy. It had taken place a few days ago, when Lilli, wearing her uniform, went out to find her ribbon. (She had lost it outside.)
That little boy, who lived a few houses down from them, had accidentally called her a boy.
And that had sent Lilli's self-esteem plummetting.
After dropping a plae, leaving the milk out, and failing to find her ribbon, Vash decided to cheer her up by taking her out to get a new one.
And maybe he'd work up the courage to actually buy some good clothing-soap this time!
But the small little string that had unwound a few feet of her dress had grown into a tear that went all the way from the bottem hem up to her hip.
And Vash, seeing Lilli's teary eyes, had sent into such a state of shock that half the time, he didn't even hear what he was saying.
Alright...these chapters are gonna be pretty short because paper has no sense of word count.
Plus, the spiral I'm writing this story in during school is only about two paragraphs (of normal paragraphs, not these single-lined sentences) tall and five words long.
Next is Lilli~ Review for update~\