thoughts
"speech"
To Heal A Killer
Chapter 1: Waiting
Meryl was once again staring at the wall of the kitchen of the house that she and Millie are currently renting. Once again she was wondering if the broomhead was ever going to come back, they had been waiting for months, they had ignored at least ten letters telling them they have to come back to the main Bernadelli office, and Meryl was tired of waiting, she had talked to Millie, and they had decided if Vash didn't come back in the next ten days, then they would leave. After a while Millie come into the room.
"What are you staring at sempai?" Asked Millie
"The wall."
"Oh…is it interesting?" At this is Meryl had to sigh, was the wall interesting? What kind of question was that? Of course it wasn't, just staring at a wall is even more boring then watching paint dry. Deciding that it would be better to not answer the question, Meryl shifted her focus out of the window, something that was actually a little more interesting. She had to wonder why she'd been staring at the wall and not the window in the first place for the last couple of hours. "Oh cheer up sempai, I'm sure Mr Vash will be back soon, you just wait. Anyway, I have to get back to work, you enjoy your day off." With that Millie left, and Meryl continued to stare out of the window, because there was nothing else to do, she'd already cleaned the whole house.
Honestly, how much longer is he going to take to get back? Humph…I'm going to beat the crap out of him for making us wait so long if I ever see him again. But will I ever see him again?
…
3 days later…
Still no sign of Vash. Meryl was working at a local bar, as she was waiting tables one of the rather drunk men thought it would be a good idea to grab her arse, as a result, Meryl swung the tray she was holding round and hit him hard in the face. That man was the first and last man that night to try anything on her, he also left with a broken nose.
Millie was back at the house eating pudding; she had gotten fired from her job the day before.
…
5 days later…
Vash still had not returned. Millie was packing everything, as by the looks of it, Vash wasn't coming back any time soon, so they were going to return back to the main office in December. Meryl was writing up one of their unfinished reports.
"Sempai, do you ever think we'll see Mr Vash again?"
"I don't know Millie." But if we do, I'm going to hit him so hard for making us wait so long. Grrr…I don't care anymore, screw the broomhead, he can do what he wants, its not like its any of our business.
"I'm sure we will actually, how could he leave a good woman like you behind?"
She makes it sound like I care if he comes back or not…"You may like to act like you don't care sempai, but I know you miss him." and with that Millie left the room.
What is she a mind reader now? Though Meryl. She sighed and continued to type.
…
The night before they are due to leave...
Both Millie and Meryl had gone to sleep, and their small rented house was quiet. Everything had been packed, and all the reports had been finished. Both suns had set hours ago, and both occupants of the house were sound asleep, as was everyone in the nearby town.
No one was awake to see what appeared to be a man walking towards the town. The man had hair that seemed to defy gravity, and it appeared that there was even another man slung over his shoulder. If anyone had looked at him then thy would have seen the face of a very serious man, if they had read his thoughts though, they would have thought he was a doughnut obsessed freak. The later being the truth.
He walked up to the little house on the outskirts of the town, carefully put his burden down, and then walked up to the door. He looked at the door, his face serious, as if wondering whether he should wait until morning. Then to an onlooker he slowly raised his hand to knock lightly, but instead of knocking lightly, he started to hit the door as hard as he could with both hands, yelling:
"Hello! Insurance Girls! You there? I'm sorry I was so long, let me in, I'm cold and I'm hungry, and I want doughnuts! Let me in please!" in the most whinny voice heard to man.
What do you think, and how do you think the girls are going to take being woken up in the middle of the night? Please review.