Vash, who after the events of Maximum lets his hair grow out. Long and black, unkempt by the blistering winds of No Man’s Land. He ties it up as best he can, but at the end of a long day he harbours the look of a seasoned vagabond.
Ironic, given his history.
But now Vash has settled down, in an inconspicuous town in the middle of nowhere. Hiding in plain sight. The soldiers of the Earth Federation still hunt him, wanted posters piling one upon the other across buildings like flies in the sun.
“What an eyesore.” The people say, and Vash couldn’t agree more.
He grows a beard after a close call of being recognized by a Federation soldier, hoping the extra hair might change his face just enough to keep both himself and his family safe. Admittedly, it’s an adjustment for everyone at first, but as the years pass in blissful quiet, the memory of what he used to look like (what he used to be) begins to fade.
Until one day, the man in the posters, sporting that carefree grin that fooled no one who knew him, became nothing more than a stranger.
But his children, always had questions.
“Who’s that?” His daughter sometimes asked, pulling on her father’s sleeve as they passed by the sun bleached papers.
Vash’s answer was always the same. A shrug of his shoulders. A nonchalant “Don’t know.”
Whoever that man was, he was long gone now.
