Title:  Otaku (or, Some People Take Fandom Too Far.)

Notes:  This is the first Trigun fic I ever wrote.  It was created on the morning of AXNY.  I loves it.  ^.^  Can you tell I'm fond of the humor angle?  But this one is (sorta) Vash centered.  Mmn... slight spoilers, but nothing tooooo serious... though a lot of the jokes wun make sense if you haven't seen the episodes.  In any case... Enjoy! 

            Woke up this morning and managed to struggle into a sloppy lotus position.  Meditated.  Gave up after three seconds.  Lately I've been getting more into the meditation; giving it four or five seconds.  That can't be healthy...

            When I looked in the refrigerator, my parents had forgotten to buy eggs.  Again.  Had to make do with balancing a bowl of cereal on my gun.  When my father came into my room to see the mess, he got quiet for a while.  Then, he promised to buy me eggs.  With a smile, I told him to get some fresh donuts, too.

            After eating my cereal, I worked on my cybernetic arm for a while.  I can't manage to get it to look like anything but a few Pepsi cans and some duct tape; in any case, I decided not to get Billy to shoot me until I can get a better arm.  Am considering the wonders of aluminum foil.  Anyway, under the bodysuit no one can tell what my arm is made of, so I should be okay.

            I put on my trench coat and gun, and got ready to leave.  My mother, as she sometimes does, awaited me at the door.  Silly woman, trying to keep me from my duties.  I've renamed her Meryl.

            "Are you going out like that?!"

            Blink.  "Of course."

            "It's ninety-four degrees today!"

            "Yeah, but there's only one sun."  I shrugged.  She gave up.

            These days, I never quite know what to do with myself.  I've already been excommunicated, and down at the church they've sworn to shoot me on sight.  Apparently the big crucifix over the altar is not the Cross Punisher, and my trying to take it down to shoot Billy at the proper moment was a bad idea.  Go figure.  So far I'd managed to avoid passing any insurance offices, but at the moment even that seemed like a worthwhile idea.  Must be the heat.  I decided to take the bus down to St. Marks, and stare at all the blue-haired people to see if they'd invade my mind.

            I didn't pay much attention to the others on the bus; the Church warned all its priests, these days, not to use public transportation.  It might have something to do with that Reverend who had the heart attach after we'd been talking.  I tried using my powers on him, but it didn't work.  I guess they're only good for technology.

            Oh, that's right.  I'm not allowed at the nuclear power plant anymore, either.

            I dunno.  I thought the kids with tails were kinda cute.