Vash wandered along the long dirt road aimlessly, thinking about Meryl.
How he longed to be with her, holding her in his arms, caressing her tender
lips. In the three months that she had been gone, he felt that his heart
left with her. He looked up at the two suns hovering in the blue sky above
and prayed that she would come back soon. With a sigh of despair, he sat
down on the ground and pulled out his beloved gun, polishing it with the
sleeve of his infamous red trench coat.
An hour passed and he remained on the ground, still polishing his precious gun over and over again. He finally held it up and examined it, lowering it and placing it back in its holster. As he did this, a bullet whizzed past him, barely missing his left ear. He turned in the direction in which the bullet came and saw a tall figure holding a smoking gun. Vash carefully approached the figure, keeping a hand on his concealed gun.
"Who are you?" he asked, pulling gently at his still concealed gun.
"Do you wish to know my name?" asked the figure, pointing the smoking gun at Vash.
"I asked a question, now give me an answer," demanded Vash, pulling out his gun and aiming it at the figure.
"No need to get violent, sir. My name is Saria."
"Saria, eh? Well, I'm Vash."
"Vash? As in Vash the Stampede?"
"Yes," replied Vash, slowly lowering his gun. Saria lowered hers and placed it in its holster, eyeing Vash all the while, never moving or blinking.
*He is really a nice looking guy. Blonde hair, aquamarine eyes....I could really fall for him...*
"So, Saria," began Vash, "are you new to the area?"
"Yes, I am afraid so," she replied, looking into Vash's eyes. Vash stared into hers and became speechless.
*She is beautiful...wait! What am I thinking? I am forgetting about Meryl...but she has been gone for so long and hasn't called me. Maybe she found someone else? Well, she must have forgotten about me...maybe I should forget about her? Well, Saria is here, and she is beautiful...maybe I could...*
"Mr. Vash?" Saria was shaking Vash's shoulders gently, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, miss," said Vash, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. "You know what? Come to my place and stay as long as you would like."
"That would be great, if you don't mind putting up with me."
"Of course not Saria. My home is your home."
Vash turned on his heel and began to slowly walk down the road, Saria hurrying after him, joining him at his side. Vash looked at her out of the corner of his eye and began thinking of ways to win her heart.
*Maybe this time away from Meryl isn't as bad after all. Saria seems like a really nice girl and maybe I could try and make her mine?*
"You had better watch your thoughts, Vash," said Saria jokingly.
"You can hear my thoughts?" asked a surprised and startled Vash.
"No, silly, of course I can't. After all, I am only human." Saria focused her attention back on the road in front of her and continued to giggle to herself.
Vash couldn't help but notice how her long blonde hair flowed behind her in the wind and made her seem like a girl you would only meet in your dreams. Her crystal blue eyes and tall average figure added to her amazing features. Vash became mesmerized by her, continually staring at her and never looking ahead of him.
An hour passed and he remained on the ground, still polishing his precious gun over and over again. He finally held it up and examined it, lowering it and placing it back in its holster. As he did this, a bullet whizzed past him, barely missing his left ear. He turned in the direction in which the bullet came and saw a tall figure holding a smoking gun. Vash carefully approached the figure, keeping a hand on his concealed gun.
"Who are you?" he asked, pulling gently at his still concealed gun.
"Do you wish to know my name?" asked the figure, pointing the smoking gun at Vash.
"I asked a question, now give me an answer," demanded Vash, pulling out his gun and aiming it at the figure.
"No need to get violent, sir. My name is Saria."
"Saria, eh? Well, I'm Vash."
"Vash? As in Vash the Stampede?"
"Yes," replied Vash, slowly lowering his gun. Saria lowered hers and placed it in its holster, eyeing Vash all the while, never moving or blinking.
*He is really a nice looking guy. Blonde hair, aquamarine eyes....I could really fall for him...*
"So, Saria," began Vash, "are you new to the area?"
"Yes, I am afraid so," she replied, looking into Vash's eyes. Vash stared into hers and became speechless.
*She is beautiful...wait! What am I thinking? I am forgetting about Meryl...but she has been gone for so long and hasn't called me. Maybe she found someone else? Well, she must have forgotten about me...maybe I should forget about her? Well, Saria is here, and she is beautiful...maybe I could...*
"Mr. Vash?" Saria was shaking Vash's shoulders gently, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, miss," said Vash, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. "You know what? Come to my place and stay as long as you would like."
"That would be great, if you don't mind putting up with me."
"Of course not Saria. My home is your home."
Vash turned on his heel and began to slowly walk down the road, Saria hurrying after him, joining him at his side. Vash looked at her out of the corner of his eye and began thinking of ways to win her heart.
*Maybe this time away from Meryl isn't as bad after all. Saria seems like a really nice girl and maybe I could try and make her mine?*
"You had better watch your thoughts, Vash," said Saria jokingly.
"You can hear my thoughts?" asked a surprised and startled Vash.
"No, silly, of course I can't. After all, I am only human." Saria focused her attention back on the road in front of her and continued to giggle to herself.
Vash couldn't help but notice how her long blonde hair flowed behind her in the wind and made her seem like a girl you would only meet in your dreams. Her crystal blue eyes and tall average figure added to her amazing features. Vash became mesmerized by her, continually staring at her and never looking ahead of him.