A TRIGUN FIC

By

Chiriko-chan

^_^= YAY! ANOTHER SOLO PROJECT BY CHIRIKO-CHAN! YAY! AND, YA KNOW WHAT? HE TOO DOESN'T OWN TRIGUN! ^_^=

One: Old and NEW

Vash had been in November, the town where to his amazement he had found Wolfwood alive, and after three minutes of shock and a bit of weird laughter and faces, they went drinking. Well Vash at least went drinking, Wolfwood was sitting at a table near the bar and Vash lay on it, drooling. After a few long boring minutes, it seemed Vash had finally drifted off into unconscious. Wolfwood lit a cigarette and started smoking when a shot rang out and a bullet knocked it right out of his mouth. Then a second shot rang out, and all attention was shifted to a no smoking sign by the door with a hole in it and finally all attention rested on the gunman… er gun-boy. Who was sitting near the back of the bar, a black symbol, that looked kind of like the Red Cross symbol with an extremely short bottom end, strapped to his back.

"Whatever," Wolfwood mumbled getting out another cigarette. Then he leaned over and in one super fast motion took the gun from the boy. Then held his hand out so when the boy charged for him he grabbed his head and let the boy squirm well out of reach. While tapping his cigarette against the ashtray and putting his lighter, Vash had given him, away. "Come on, Vash, let's go, I think the natives are getting restless," decided Wolfwood turning his attention away from the squirming youth.

"What… go…ok…. Uh, karate?" Vash murmured, still a little drunk.

"What?" Wolfwood inquired not sure of what the last thing he had heard from Vash's mouth was.

"Karate," Vash repeated pointing towards to boy.

"Huh?" Wolfwood asked still stunned then turned his head to his right where Vash was pointing.

*KA-POW!!!!*

The boy bent over and retrieved his gun from the unconscious Wolfwood.

"Hey what's your name kid?" asked Vash wondering where the kid had learned to use Karate on pressure points.

"What business of yours is it?" the thirteen-year-old asked indignantly, clutching his gun.

"Well, none I guess, I'm just kind of curious," commented Vash, a pleasant expression on his face.

"It's Seiko, Seiko the Silencer. I don't live here, I'm just passing through," he declared his blue eyes not leaving the hard wood floor.

"What kind of last name is 'the Silencer'," inquired Vash removing his orange, and green striped headband.

"It's not a last name it's a title. Back before they were killed by that maggot Vash the Stampede, my friends would call me that because of the fact I was so good with a gun, I could silence anyone, and because I prefer not to talk. I do know what my last name is though, but it's to embarrassing to use," explained Seiko who seemed to be at Vash's mercy. Then when he looked up he saw Vash was in tears.

T.T. "That's *sniffle* so sad *sniffle* you poor, poor child," he cried wiping some tears away then he embracing Seiko in an overzealous bear hug.

O.o "Ah, you can get off anytime now," Seiko requested looking around the bar hoping that none saw that.

"Hey, what is your last name?" Vash asked whipping the tears from his eyes and finally letting Seiko go.

"I…it's the same name as that worm Vash the Stampede, though he's not my father."

"Hey, wait a minute, did you say that Vash the stampede killed your friends?" asked Vash, his mood doing a one-eight, his voice lowering, a frown crossing his face.

"Yeah, what about the weasel? And why are you so slow?" he asked, a distant expression on his face.

"Well, it's just that I know that he wouldn't do that. Especially since I know that he wouldn't ever kill anyone, especially helpless children. That is because HE is ME," explained Vash, making a face that only Vash would consider impressive and a pose to mach.

"Yeah right, you're just a wandering drunkard who's had too much," responded Seiko looking at Vash with a wary eye. "But, really, what's your name?"

"I am VASH THE STAMPEDE, THE ONE WHO CHASES THE ELUSIVE MAYFLY OF PEACE!!" he said striking another pose. "And, if you don't believe me, look right here at my gun. See it's an original Gunsmoke custom model. I'm sure if you're as good a gunman as you say, you know the rumor," Vash said pointing to an inscription of the handle of his gun.

"Holy… you are Vash the Stampede!" he exclaimed jumping out of his chair and pointing his gun at Vash. That was when Wolfwood jumped up behind him slamming the Portable Confessional on Seiko's head as Vash took the gun from Seiko, inspecting it.

"Wow, a black custom… black Gunsmoke custom model!" O.O "Where'd you dig this up kid?" before Seiko had time to respond to Vash's question, Wolfwood interrupted.

"From what I heard you say to Vash over there, it sounds like you have a lot to confess. That is why I'll let you use my Portable Confessional for a nominal fee of course," Wolfwood said placing his hands on the boy's arms to keep him from ripping the confessional to shreds.

"Hey I'm Methodist I don't use confessionals, you dork!" Seiko shouted in response.

"Ok, I guess it's safe to let you out without your gun," decided Vash trying unsuccessfully to pry the confessional off the boy's head. "Uh, it's not coming off."

"That figures, I have a large head," stated Seiko. "And, so I bet that we're going to have to take this thing apart to get it off," he said, a mischievous smile growing on his face that the Confessional hid.

~

Three hours had passed, and Seiko had only finally gotten the Portable Confessional off after Vash poured the rest of his beer over the thing because Wolfwood said that they couldn't demolish it, and then it slipped off.

"Ok, let me get this straight; you're a wandering priest," Seiko commented pointing at Wolfwood while running a towel through his hair, "and you're Vash the Stampede, but yet you claim to proclaim peace throughout the land?"

"That's right!" proclaimed Vash thumping one hand on his chest and raping the other around Wolfwood. Then, all present at the bar rose, save a few who stared in surprise, and raised their guns level with Vash's chest where his hand stopped thumping.

"Uh, can I help you?" asked Vash in a small voice.

"Now stand still, Vash the stampede, and don't think that we'll let any of your friends here interfere," stated a gruff man in a black hat eyeing Seiko especially hard.

"Hey, are you saying that I'm with him?" he asked pointing at Vash.

"Yes, I am, you baby," the man spat getting a rousing cheer from his four henchmen.

Then in one kick, Seiko knocked the man down, and tossed the other bounty hunter's guns behind the bar.

"Now, what was that comment about a baby?" asked Seiko, his arm reaching out from under his cloak then pointed his oddly-like-Vash's-gun gun down at the man's chest and fired.

Then a shout ran out from Vash, as he launched at Seiko's bullet, knocking it off course only immobilizing the man's right arm. "Stop, Seiko! You should never kill! Especially if they're down and helpless!" he shouted slapping Seiko, and taking his gun to dump out the bullets. "If you are to stoop so low that you would kill a fellow human being then you don't deserve this. However, since this is a lesson, I am assuming, that you are now learning for the first time. Then I'll let you have your gun. On the condition that you follow me until I have decided that you have learned this lesson."

"Why should I follow you? You're the one you killed my friends; the one that scared me for life," he finished pulling his other hand out of his cloak to reveal that his pointer and middle fingers were made of steel. "Why, why should I follow you? My gun, it's not that important to me. I still have quite an arsenal left." Then pulling opened some straps on the odd thing on his back he pulled out what looked like the top half of the cross punisher.

"Hey, just a minuet ago – did you say you're a Gun-Ho-" Wolfwood was cut off by a familiar B flat melody. Wolfwood stood transfixed on the spot then he, Vash, and Seiko dashed out of the door just before the whole building collapsed on the bounty hunters.

"Yes, Wolfwood I am a Go-Ho-Gun, in a sense, and well… you don't need to know, just yet," he answered as they each ran in the direction of the horn music as buildings exploded around them. "But, I don't follow their commands. I guess I'm like you, Wolfwood, in a way,"

"Listen, you two, we don't have time to chat, let's each split up and surround this alley-" Vash was cut off as the alley, where the playing was coming from, collapsed. Once the dust cleared, there stood Midvalley the Horn Freak, sax, and all.

"Hello, Vash the Stampede," he jeered a taunting tone in his voice.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were dead!" exclaimed Vash his sunglasses pushed high on his nose.

"I was not truly dead, I was only as dead as say that traitor Chapel over there. Only a few of our number are truly dead, such as E.G. Mine Dominique the Cyclops, and Monev of the Gail: the ones killed for their incompetence to kill you, Vash the Stampede. We, though, the ones that you or Wolfwood thought you killed, really just faked dying, and we now have completely reassembled, and have initiated four new members, each as strong as myself.

TO BE CONTINUED…