Aileen was a bank teller in the small town of Mayville, where she'd lived her entire life. She knew just about everyone. But this man who'd just walked through the doors of the bank completely surpassed the strangeness of any other customer. He topped the list of odd people, beating Mrs. Minny, the widow who wore nothing but purple and always had a bag of caramel in her purse, and Mr. Caper, the high school science teacher who wore a different tie every day and never left home without an umbrella, even during the dry spells.

But this man was a whole new level of weird.

The attire was what caught her eye. He wore a heavy red trench coat with a three inch collar and lots of buttons and straps and buckles. Overall, it looked like something to be wearing during the winter months, not in the middle of July. It bunched up at the shoulders and was also missing the entire left sleeve.

The man's left arm was covered in some sort of dark grey, almost black glove thing that went up to his shoulder and had maybe six buckles on it. On his other hand was a dark grey glove that only covered two fingers.

The man was very tall, and all of it was topped off by a shock of blond hair that stood straight up. He looked to be in his early 20s.

When he first stepped into the bank, all activity stopped, and everyone turned to stare. After a few awkward moments, he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. Everyone turned around eventually. Aileen couldn't really blame them for staring, though.

The blond seated himself in a green chair by the door, seeing as there was a long line to the counter. Then he seemed to pull a box out of nowhere, and… began to eat a donut.

The last person in line, who she noticed was Mr. Jacobs, turned to look at him incredulously. He paused and offered the box to him. "Want one?"

Mr. Jacobs shook his head. The blond shrugged and ate another one.

Soon, the line moved up enough for him to get in, and as he did, another man came through the doors. He wore coveralls, and seemed to be a maintenance employee. His name tag read 'Jones'. There were two lines, and the blond get in Aileen's, and Jones got in the other. About halfway through, the blond paused, and offered the box of donuts to Jones. He was again declined, and soon put away the box.

Finally, the blond reached the counter, and Aileen smiled cheerfully. He returned the smile and said, "Could you-"

He was interrupted by Jones putting a gun into the air. Somebody in the back of the bank screamed, and he yelled, "Everybody on the ground! Now!"

Aileen froze, then hit the silent alarm. Everyone in the bank hit the floor.

Except for the blond. He grinned hugely at Jones, who pointed the gun in his direction. "I said on the ground!"

"No, I'm fine. Also, have you noticed that the floor in here is really dirty? I mean, nasty. Is that… Is that melted caramel?"

Jones looked extremely confused. "Do you want to get shot?"

The blond just shook his head. "You won't shoot me." Jones grunted and pulled the trigger. Aileen cringed.

There was a resounding click.

Jones frowned and pulled the trigger again. Click. And again. Click. Click click. "Where the hell-"

The blond smiled and opened his fist, revealing a handful of bullets. "I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed these,"

Jones' eye twitched and he lunged forward, swinging the butt of the pistol towards the other's head. Almost faster than Aileen could follow, the blond had tightly twisted Jones' gun arm behind him. Jones was facing towards her, but she could see the blond press something to the back of his head. Jones' breath hitched.

The blond moved closer to the other man, looking quite serious now. "I have a gun too. And mine has bullets." Jones began to sweat.

The blond looked seriously threatening now. "Get out."

Jones did as he was told. The blond placed Jones' gun on the table, and held up his other hand, in the shape of a finger gun. "I'm glad he couldn't see behind him."

In the back of the bank, Ms. Minny started to clap. The blond turned around. "Oh, no. Stop it. You're embarrassing me." Mr. Jacobs soon followed, and before long the whole bank was clapping and cheering for this brave man. "No, please. Come on, you're- you're making me blush!"

As everyone clapped, he turned back to Aileen. "As I was saying earlier, could you please tell me the name of this town?"

Aileen blinked. "It's, uh, it's Mayville."

He nodded sagely. "Yes, and have you noticed that there's only one sun?"

"Mr…?"

"Just Vash."

"There's only one sun, sir."

Vash's eyes widened, and he started to fidget. He bit his knuckle. "Oh, no… Not good. Not good at all. So… You're saying there is no second sun?" He held up two fingers.

"No, there's- there's just the one, Vash."

"Oh dear."