Title: Love's Ending
Author's Notes: I have a sick mind! I am warning you, I love angst stories! So be prepared! And I think that Vash and Nicky make the cutest lil couple ever! Oh, ya...my Vash action figure says that he will be dominating earth in 3 days! Have a nice end of the world!
Author's very scared friend's notes: I'm posting this very angst story for you all to enjoy! I'm Tenko (go look me up, hehe j/k or am I???) I'm just letting you know since my dear friend, Rocker_Chick forgot to mention me!!! HOW RUDE, I'M OUT TO GET YOU AND YOUR LIL VASH ACTION FIGURE, TOO! Muahahahahahah, I know where you live *and I do, too, down the road from me*!
Vash lay on his bed, the cheap springs creaking with every breath. Tears had
streamed down his face a few moments ago and now more were threatening to
break free. *My god, my life is just one big hellhole of disappointment*
Losing Rem was the first in a chain of bad things. Next, his failed
relationship with Meryl. Then, that car crash and the dead little girl that
looked exactly like Rem. Now, Nick had broken his heart. He still remembered
that fight, and would remember it no matter how much he drank.
"My god, Tongari, what do you mean you want ME?? I am not a cock-sucker like
you, how could you ever think that?''
"But Nicky....."
"Don't you ever call me Nicky, ever ever again."
"Nick....please. I...I'm sorry. I didn't think...."
"That's right, you didn't think. And even if you did, what gave you the right
to think about me? I never asked for any of your damned affection or
admiration. I am a priest. A servant of God. I don't think He would want me
to be fucking some scrawny broom head."
"I never said..."
"I don't care. I am leaving."
Nick had grabbed the cross-punisher and stormed out in stony silence.
Remembering that caused Vash to start crying all over again. *Well* he
thought, *there is only one right way to make myself feel better and that is
to end it all. I don't care if I go to hell, it'll be better than this.
Miles away, a man named Nicholas D. Wolfwood was racing towards a motel
on the outskits of town mumbling "That damn kid is gonna do something. I
shouldn't have said those things....what if he......." Trailing off, he
pressed the gas pedal harder, paying no heed to the 12 cops racing behind him.
Back in the hotel room, Vash had unearthed one of his many knives and was
burrowing the blade into the soft flesh of his forearm. The feel of the warm
blood rushing down his arm gave him some satisfaction, albeit perverted.
Withdrawing the knife, he laughed maniacally. "This is for you Nicky" he
wrote the words "I loved you Nick" on the wall in blood. *as red as my
trenchcoat* he thought, almost happily. With his goodbye taken care of, he
slowly forced the knife into his throat as far as it could go.
Nick arrived at the hotel and scrambled to Vash's room. It was too late.
The still form of Vash the stampede, of his Tongari, was laying in a pool of
blood.
"My god, Tongari.I loved you too."
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END! Well wasn't that a lovely story written by Rocker_Chick? Feel free to review!!! :) I also apologize for her shortness.
Tenko: Erm...wow, she wrote this a WHILE ago! I just found it and decided to repost it! ;) (Did not proofread...) She may be mad...
