A/N: New story, updates are sporadic, everything will be explained in the story, so I hope y'all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Trigun
Chapter 1: The Perverted Savior
"It's so damn hot!" Kagome moaned to herself. One arm carried the white, long trench coat primarily used at night when temperature dropped, but the thing was heavy and she didn't feel any remorse of dragging it against the sandy grounds with her duffel bag. The sun beamed mercilessly on her and she groaned to herself, knowing she will have unappealing tan-lines. Her wide-brimmed hat could only do so much and her hair felt heavy, she felt the urge to cut the thing again.
Hot weather and long hair wasn't always a good combination.
"Kami, it's endless desert everywhere!" she shouted to the blue skies. She sighed to herself, pouting a bit when she looked at the far distance. Not even a saloon was in sight. Kagome wondered how far she had to travel to come across a small pit stop before she collapsed on her face due to heat and lethargy. Maybe she shouldn't have accepted the task of assassinating a man named Vash. She pondered on the deal between him and Knives, he seemed pretty hostile when mentioning the man's name.
Unfortunately, she fell asleep during a meeting between him and the other members of the Gung-Ho-Guns, only to wake up at the end with nearly everybody raising their hands, so of course she would raise her hand too. Only the minute she was off, did it occur what her current mission was.
She rather relax in a cooled inn somewhere, to traverse through open desert for some weirdo that has the tendency to cause havoc on towns and cities was simply not her cup of tea. Things were never simple for her anymore. Then again, she wondered briefly why she chose to partake in an all assassination guild, maybe she was bored. Yeah, she was definitely bored. Trying to master different abilities only excited her a bit and living life as a hermit was lonely. Though her new hobby was as lonely as ever, considering that most of the members didn't get along with each other.
"Yes! A water vending machine!" she excitedly squeal. Meters away she was from quenching her thirst, until a sharp signal that appeared in her peripherals caused her to pause in her step. Kagome growled to herself, watching a hulking body destroy the slice of heaven with his weight. Damnit, I doubt there's gonna be another machine anywhere near here!
"You stupid asshole! I can't believe you destroyed it!" Kagome was angry, she was on her last drops of water and she was hoping to fill all the canisters she had, but now she must travel without it. Only Kami knows how long she had before she perished from dehydration.
"Little girl, who do you think you're fuckin' talking to?" came a deep voice, which went well with the obese body covered in mix-matched armor. A rather ugly haircut of jagged edges and colored in neon orange burned her eyes. Though she snickered when she spotted his large ears and elongated nose, reminding her of elephants and their appearances.
"I'm talking to you, you fat, overgrown, orange turd! I was thirsty and you expect me to give a damn about how I talk to you!?"
"Why you little bitch! I will enjoy having my way with you after I subdue you!" he guffawed obnoxiously, reminding her of those cartoons with the tacky evil laugh.
"Like I want to be under a fat, repulsive pig, you'll probably suffocate me!"
"I'm just big-boned!" he shouted out, stomping like a child. "Y'know what, I've had enough of your smart-mouth!" he growled out, spittle landing on his fat lips.
Kagome grimaced, not at the fact the bulky man was trying to be intimidating - which failed completely, she just thought he looked like a clown - but how he spit after every sentence. "Say it, don't spray it fatso, I'm tired of your yapping."
Her eyebrows rose when the man shot off towards her with a sudden howl. For a large guy, he could run pretty fast. However, she was faster.
A loud bang echoed into the empty sky and a large thud trembled the ground. Smoke filtered out of a black barrel before she blew at it, pocketing it away in its holster, the shiny ivory handle gleaming from the gleams of the sun.
"Idiot." she mumbled to herself, noticing the shotgun on his back. He could have had a slight chance against her if the man used it. Oh well, she shrugged her shoulders, he wasn't a problem anymore. She was more focused on the destroyed machine than worrying about a corpse. "Man, if only that bastard was alive again so I could kick his ass, that fight was too short." she lamented, trying to unbend a metal pipe that supplied water. It was no use, no matter how hard she pulled or pushed, it didn't relent.
"Oh no, I'm gonna die out here!" she groaned again, giving up on her task. It was no use. She only had one-forth of water in her canister and it was warm. She had to save it now, no matter how thirsty she was. She cast a curious glance at the man, wondering if he had water on him, but she quickly dashed that idea away. She didn't want to drink his water knowing he had a spitting problem. She shuddered at all the germs collecting in that flask. "Well, no use crying over spilt milk."
She grabbed her belongings and continued westward, trudging along an empty path towards whatever city or town she would eventually come across. "Kami, why didn't Knives send E.G Mine? That idiot would have loved going after Vash." she grumbled, not liking the sexist and sadistic male. It was too late to complain, no matter how much it made her feel annoyed of the situation.
She didn't even make it past five miles before she had to drink her last forth of water, and passed out completely under the heat of the sun ten miles from her last break.
"No… no, I-I can do it." Kagome mumbled to herself, her fingers twitching and she curled in herself.
A finger jabbed her repeatedly in her ribs. "Hey, miss… wake up."
"Stop eating my muffins… bastard." she turned away from the annoying poking, one hand groping the area for a blanket. She exhaled deeply when nothing came into grasp, fisting her hand underneath her chin. She was feeling awfully cold.
"C'mon now, wake up." the voice turned whiny, the relentless poking never ceased and it only increased in speed and pressure, effectively arousing her. Groggily, a blurry vision of blonde spiky hair, turquoise-hued eyes and a pale complexion of a tall man greeted her sight.
Immediately, she scooted away, hands reaching for her revolvers… which happened to be missing. "W-who the hell are you and where are my guns?"
A star-gazed look appeared in his eyes, his hands clasped together. "Oh wow, you are really beautiful." he complimented, causing Kagome to back up a bit, not trusting the stranger. "What is your name?"
"Tch, aren't you a rude man." she murmured, her eyes guarded and wary. She patted herself, only to notice that her white, cropped vest was gone and she was only clad in her bra. "What the—" Her brow began to tick, seeing the man with faint blush on his face, boldly looking at her chest. Growling, she moved her hands to cover her cleavage.
"You enjoying the show pervert." She sneered at him, glaring daggers at him. God, her savior was a pervert. She was used to it, especially with bounty hunters, but it unnerved her that she woke up with a man watching her sleep while staring at her breasts. Talk about creeper.
"Yes I did," he said with a innocent smile with a thumbs up gesture. "You have large breasts, do you mind if I touched them?"
"No, you idiot!" she yelled out, causing the man to wilt under the intensity of her rage. "Now tell me where my clothes are at and my guns and maybe I'll consider not beating you until you're a quadriplegic!"
"N-now, now." he quickly held his hands up in a placating manner, not wanting any conflict. "T-they're over there." the man pointed the small pile where all her belongings were placed. "No need to get violent, this world is made of love and peace."
"What the hel—" She merely shook her head, mumbling underneath her breath about weirdos. "Anyways Mr. Pervert, where am I and I sincerely hope you're not thinking of making me your slave 'cause I'll castrate you here and now."
"N-no slave! It's an immoral thing to do to a pretty woman such as yourself." he seemed to flutter where she was at, watching with avid attention as she zipped up the white, leather top and strap her holsters at her hips.
"Firstly, back up. You're in my personal space and I don't appreciate perverts all up on my ass." she planted her hand on his face and gave him a hard shove. "Secondly, sure you rescued me from impending doom and you have my thanks, but that doesn't mean I won't cause you bodily harm if you don't stop this lecherous behavi—are you even listening to me?!"
"No I wasn't," he said with a goofy grin. "I was appreciating your physique."
Don't smash this idiot's face in, don't smash this idiot's face in, keep your calm Kagome, he's just an idiot. That mantra kept repeating her head, trying to control her temper from skyrocketing and preventing herself from acting crazy. "Anyways," she started with a tiny cough. "Where am I?"
"At an inn called Six Pistols, we're near Dankin Town."
"Strange name for an inn." Kagome grumbled to herself, not really paying attention to her surroundings to noticed several keyed items that would have gave her a clue of what type of inn they were at.
"Well…" the man drawled, the same carefree smile on his face. "It's not really an inn, it's a brothel."
Her eyes widened, speechless for a second and staring at the blonde male in a bewildered stupor before shouting. "You brought me to a brothel!? You sick man, you expected me to let you have your wicked way after saving me?!"
"No, no!" the man seemingly flew back to the other side of the room, his arms crossed in a 'X' in front of him as if it could ward off her raging advance towards him. "I thought this would be better than at a bar!"
She stopped, staring at him suspiciously. "How considerate of you, but do you honestly expect me to believe you haven't done anything to my body while I was unconscious?"
The silence was too long.
Advancing slowly towards him with a slight sway of her hips, she smiled sultry towards him, luring him to fall into a false sense of security. Upon reaching him, she let a hand touch his coat-clad chest, sensually rubbing the entire plane. She leaned in closer and was amused when he loudly gulped, his eyes wide with shock and desire. "I want to know the name of my savior, I think that's fair no?" Too bad I gotta kill you, if only you weren't a pervert. She stopped her thoughts there when the man opened his mouth to speak.
"My name is Vash."
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