NYA by Sievert Dinar
Disclaimer - Trigun. Not mine. Duh.
It was happening again.
It always seemed to happen around him, no matter how hard he
tried to get away from it. That spiky-haired, red-coated bastard
was disturbing his sleep.
This time it was a case of a couple of bastards, kidnapping
the daughter of the town banker. And they were such sad bastards,
too, since they were doing it to raise enough money to send their
sick mother to hospital.
Spiky-hair was doing his best to resolve the situation by
spouting the same old humanitarian gibberish, combined with subtle
threats to make their lives extremely difficult. In the middle of
the main street. With a crowd around, umming and ahhing. With
them holding her at gunpoint.
Oh, and those two girls were there, too, standing back,
worrying about what they should do should things get out of hand.
He sighed. What did they think they were going to do? Angst
everything better?
Shaking his head, he watched as the situation spiralled out
of control, with the town sherrif and his cronies threatening to
blow both the pair AND the girl away. And spiky-hair, just for
good measure (and the price on his head). It was at this point
that he knew he had to intervene.
With crack precision, he disabled each and every one of the
lawmen with single shots to their gun hands. Confusion now
reigned, nobody quite sure where the shots were coming from
(usually the case where he was concerned... nobody ever thought of
looking his way at moments like this) and spiky-hair took advantage
of the situation to nobble the sherrif.
Within moments, everything was resolved: the two kidnappers
released the girl, the banker promised to help pay for their
mother's medical bills and the sherrif and his cronies were
stripped of their duties by the town mayor. Vash the Stampede
saves the day again. Yawn.
He slipped his gun into the pocket dimension where he kept
everything and turned, stretching, as spiky-hair and the two girls
pondered over their mysterious ally. Getting up onto his four
feet, Kuroneko trotted away, hoping that the next town was going
to be more condusive to sleep.
Nya.
=^.^=
Sievert Anathea Dienar is the name, sievertd@start.com.au is the
email. Be careful... I bite. *growl* See. I'm mean nasty and
vicious. ¬_¬
Disclaimer - Trigun. Not mine. Duh.
It was happening again.
It always seemed to happen around him, no matter how hard he
tried to get away from it. That spiky-haired, red-coated bastard
was disturbing his sleep.
This time it was a case of a couple of bastards, kidnapping
the daughter of the town banker. And they were such sad bastards,
too, since they were doing it to raise enough money to send their
sick mother to hospital.
Spiky-hair was doing his best to resolve the situation by
spouting the same old humanitarian gibberish, combined with subtle
threats to make their lives extremely difficult. In the middle of
the main street. With a crowd around, umming and ahhing. With
them holding her at gunpoint.
Oh, and those two girls were there, too, standing back,
worrying about what they should do should things get out of hand.
He sighed. What did they think they were going to do? Angst
everything better?
Shaking his head, he watched as the situation spiralled out
of control, with the town sherrif and his cronies threatening to
blow both the pair AND the girl away. And spiky-hair, just for
good measure (and the price on his head). It was at this point
that he knew he had to intervene.
With crack precision, he disabled each and every one of the
lawmen with single shots to their gun hands. Confusion now
reigned, nobody quite sure where the shots were coming from
(usually the case where he was concerned... nobody ever thought of
looking his way at moments like this) and spiky-hair took advantage
of the situation to nobble the sherrif.
Within moments, everything was resolved: the two kidnappers
released the girl, the banker promised to help pay for their
mother's medical bills and the sherrif and his cronies were
stripped of their duties by the town mayor. Vash the Stampede
saves the day again. Yawn.
He slipped his gun into the pocket dimension where he kept
everything and turned, stretching, as spiky-hair and the two girls
pondered over their mysterious ally. Getting up onto his four
feet, Kuroneko trotted away, hoping that the next town was going
to be more condusive to sleep.
Nya.
=^.^=
Sievert Anathea Dienar is the name, sievertd@start.com.au is the
email. Be careful... I bite. *growl* See. I'm mean nasty and
vicious. ¬_¬