I'M ALIVE! Yeah, I know I shouldn't be starting another story, but this is mostly for writers block and fun while I rewrite the other chapters I lost. Again.
Summary: Just a group of one-shots. "Little Moments", mostly between Vash and Wolfwood. Some are inspired by songs, little scenes, actual moments, ect.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun.
Title: Little Moments
Little Moments
That Dirty Word
"Hey, Wolfwood." A tap to the priest's leg snapped him out of his daze.
"What?" Wolfwood blinked the sand from his eyes to focus. The two had been travelling across the desert for several days now, and just staring at endless wasteland with little sleep was taking its toll on him. God, was he tired. Stifling a yawn, he looked down to Vash who was squished in the sidecar.
The blonde gunman was looking up at him in concern. "You ok?"
"Yeah, just tired is all." Wolfwood yawned and stretched, getting ready to get back to driving.
"Want me to drive for a little while, Nick?" Vash asked.
Wolfwood blinked at the offer. The outlaw never asked to drive. And with good reason, his driving skills bordered on horrifying! "I don't think so, Spikey."
"But you're exhausted! Come on, you've been driving this whole time, you deserve to rest. Besides!" He gestured towards the empty horizon. "What could I hit out here?"
The priest was reluctant but Vash was winning the argument, and his own fatigue was winning out as well. "Fine… just be careful, ok?"
Vash smiled and squirmed out of the sidecar, allowing Wolfwood to get in. The skinny man fit much better than Vash himself did, and got seated quickly. Vash then hopped onto the driver's seat and looked back to his companion. Nicholas had already fallen asleep, black hair framing his face, peaceful for once. His smile grew wider and he started the motorbike. Maybe they could switch more often? He was sure Nick wouldn't mind. Now he just had to make sure not to hit anything…
Not too much later, Wolfwood was awoken by Vash's loud scream of "SHIT!" and a sickening crunch of metal. The recoil snapped him to full awareness as well as the peace-loving blonde cussing. His eyes flew open.
His bike.
His bike!
His bike!
His beautiful Angelina! The brand new, shiny, fixed up bike was now nothing more than a twisted mess of metal, smoldering from the impact of whatever the hell the bumbling blond buffoon had run into!
"Neeeedle nooogiiiin..." Wolfwood was pissed. Beyond pissed, he was furious! That moron destroyed his precious motercycle by crashing into damn-near nothing! He whirrled around, ready to give the moron the biggest tongue-lashing of his life (and not the good kind) "You-" The cusses caught in his throat.
Vash's hands had flown over his mouth from the outburst. The humanoid typhoon just stared ahead, eyes wide with guilt and his face so pink it was damn near glowing. He just looked so... cute wasn't enough to describe it. Idiotic, that was the term! His own little idiot. Wolfwood couldn't help himself. He couldn't even pretend to be mad anymore. He just laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
"Um..." Vash's face twisted into confusion. "So... you're not mad?"
The priest just laughed harder.
Well there's my first attempt at writing not only Trigun, but mindless fluff as well. Please let me know what you think!
Rubika-Chan