A/N: Yes. Randomness. I just was struck by the similarity between Vash's round glasses and those of John Lennon. A random bunny bit me...I fed it. Feel free to say whatever you like about this one...as long as you say SOMETHING. grin/wink

Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun. Please don't eat me if I'm bad at portraying John Lennon's personality...I'm thinking somewhere around 1965 is the John we're looking at.

Long red trenchcoat. Spikey broom of blonde hair. Brown leather boots and gloves. Round glasses.

Black suit. Too-long mop of brown-blonde, wispy hair. Back boots. Round glasses.

The spike-head and the shag-head each do a double take. One step back. Two steps.

Stare.

"'Ey you," says the shaggy-headed one, pointing a casually accusing finger at the spikey one. "You've stolen my sunglasses."

Spikey blinks. "Nope. These are mine."

"You're that guy 'oo was in the square the other day," Shaggy continues as if Spikey hasn't answered. "You were cackling like a mad chicken, you were." Shaggy leans in close. Spikey, confused, follows suit. "Whatever you're smokin'," Shaggy says quietly, "I want some. There's nothin' decent to be 'ad around 'ere."

Spikey blinks again, then leans back. Something other than naive confusion is under his greenish eyes now. He's genuinely intrigued. "Where are you from?"

"Liverpool. Why? You 'eard of me? No one else around 'ere 'as." A sardonic grin on Shaggy.

The goofy demeanor returns. "Well how can I have heard of you if I don't know your name?" A grin and light cackle.

"John Lennon. You?"

"Hm. Doesn't ring a bell. Should I have heard of you?"

"Now what kind of name is that, eh?"

"Huh?" Spikey tilts his head. "Oh! My name. Right. Vash."

"Just Vash?"

Only a moment's hesitation. "Yep. Just Vash." Another grin.

A pause from John. A wry grin. "You famous around 'ere?"

Vash scratches the back of his head, grinning bemusedly. "Yeah, you could say that."

John gives Vash another accusing finger. "I want my glasses back."

Pause.

Both burst into laughter.

"It was nice meeting you, John Lennon," says Vash without being manic, though he grabs John's hand and shakes vigorously.

"Likewise." With a nod and a small grin, John continues on his way.

Vash gives a wave, and continues on his way as well. He smiles to himself.

"Brits," he says, shaking his head.