Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to the great and talented
Yasuhiro Nightow (all grovel at his feet). I'm just borrowing them for a while. Please
don't sue, I'm just a poor college student.
Author's note: Another crazy VxM parody fic. I just hated the way
'Lights' came out. Forgive me, I was on an all time sugar-high.
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Holes
There was steam everywhere.
The temperature rose in the little room they were in.
He was sweating so badly.
She was panting heavily.
Vash the Stampede gazed out of the corner of his eye at the skanky
little insurance girl. She had already taken out her cloak and she
had spread it out on the ground like a picnic blanket. He then removed
his gloves. Leather sticks to the skin, especially if you're really
hot.
Meryl Stryfe eyed her companion who had already taken off his usual
bright red coat. Perspiration covered what pale skin was exposed as
the gloves and buckles came out. She couldn't help but appreciate
the sight. Then she took off her leggings.
He raised an eyebrow as she impatiently rolled down those dark grey
leggings. 'The heat must be getting to her.' He thought. Vash hated
leggings. They were so difficult to peel off. Literally.
Off went the sleeveless leather shirt. Exposed to Meryl's eyes were
the multitude of scars usually hidden under a lot of clothing. She
was no longer repulsed by them. Heck, how many times had he seen him
with his shirt off anyway? On how many occasions had she fantasized
about the rippling of muscles and the strength of the man's arms
around her?
Vash quickly averted his eyes as Meryl unbuttoned her long-sleeved
blouse and it was thrown to a corner. 'Oh man,' he thought. I can't
stand the tension any longer.' He shifted his body to see her.
The petite brunette was also thinking the same thing. She turned
her eyes towards his.
Green met violet.
Yes, they both decided. There was only one logical thing to do.
They both screamed.
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"Get us out of here, Milly! I swear I'll cut off your pudding
allowance for the rest of your miserable little life!"
"You terrorist priest! You dare call yourself a man of God? How
could you lock me in with a demon! YEEEOOOWWWCCHHH!!"
Silence. The a feminine voice snickered. The other whimpered. Then
It began again. This time in unison.
"LET US OUT OR YOU'LL NEVER LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY AGAIN. GUYS!!!
Nicholas D. Wolfwood blew out a wisp of smoke. Milly Thompson turned
a dial on the wall.
"Are you sure about this Mr. Priest? I mean locking them in the
sauna like that. Meryl and Mr. Vash will be really mad once they
get out!"
"IF they get out. Well, they'll sort out their differences in there
once and for all."
"That's cruel."
"You wanna get some pudding? The shop's got a sale on the vanilla
flavored ones. My treat."
"Wow! Thanks!"
They paid no heed to the rising screams and walked out, like they
didn't have a care in the world.
"MILLY! WOLFWOOD!"
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Yasuhiro Nightow (all grovel at his feet). I'm just borrowing them for a while. Please
don't sue, I'm just a poor college student.
Author's note: Another crazy VxM parody fic. I just hated the way
'Lights' came out. Forgive me, I was on an all time sugar-high.
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Holes
There was steam everywhere.
The temperature rose in the little room they were in.
He was sweating so badly.
She was panting heavily.
Vash the Stampede gazed out of the corner of his eye at the skanky
little insurance girl. She had already taken out her cloak and she
had spread it out on the ground like a picnic blanket. He then removed
his gloves. Leather sticks to the skin, especially if you're really
hot.
Meryl Stryfe eyed her companion who had already taken off his usual
bright red coat. Perspiration covered what pale skin was exposed as
the gloves and buckles came out. She couldn't help but appreciate
the sight. Then she took off her leggings.
He raised an eyebrow as she impatiently rolled down those dark grey
leggings. 'The heat must be getting to her.' He thought. Vash hated
leggings. They were so difficult to peel off. Literally.
Off went the sleeveless leather shirt. Exposed to Meryl's eyes were
the multitude of scars usually hidden under a lot of clothing. She
was no longer repulsed by them. Heck, how many times had he seen him
with his shirt off anyway? On how many occasions had she fantasized
about the rippling of muscles and the strength of the man's arms
around her?
Vash quickly averted his eyes as Meryl unbuttoned her long-sleeved
blouse and it was thrown to a corner. 'Oh man,' he thought. I can't
stand the tension any longer.' He shifted his body to see her.
The petite brunette was also thinking the same thing. She turned
her eyes towards his.
Green met violet.
Yes, they both decided. There was only one logical thing to do.
They both screamed.
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"Get us out of here, Milly! I swear I'll cut off your pudding
allowance for the rest of your miserable little life!"
"You terrorist priest! You dare call yourself a man of God? How
could you lock me in with a demon! YEEEOOOWWWCCHHH!!"
Silence. The a feminine voice snickered. The other whimpered. Then
It began again. This time in unison.
"LET US OUT OR YOU'LL NEVER LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY AGAIN. GUYS!!!
Nicholas D. Wolfwood blew out a wisp of smoke. Milly Thompson turned
a dial on the wall.
"Are you sure about this Mr. Priest? I mean locking them in the
sauna like that. Meryl and Mr. Vash will be really mad once they
get out!"
"IF they get out. Well, they'll sort out their differences in there
once and for all."
"That's cruel."
"You wanna get some pudding? The shop's got a sale on the vanilla
flavored ones. My treat."
"Wow! Thanks!"
They paid no heed to the rising screams and walked out, like they
didn't have a care in the world.
"MILLY! WOLFWOOD!"
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