The Book of Donuts and Humor
Disclaimer: If I owned Trigun, do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction?!?!
O/N Ok. I don't remember what I was going to say....X{
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`Somewhere Vash and Co. Are Staying*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*
Vash leaned on the kitchen table, looking miserable. Meryl sat across from him, a typewriter and cup of coffee before her. Vash stared at her pitifully. It had no affect on the smaller of the insurence girls whatsoever. He tried again, but just receved a glare from Meryl that made him flinch.
Next he pouted. "Pweeze?"
"No," came the instant answer. She didn't even look up from the report she was typing.
Puppy dog eyes that made most people melt were the last resort. Keyword most. "Pretty pweeze with sugar coated donuts on top?"
Taking a sip of her coffee, the smaller one glared at him again. "I said NO. That's final." Her temper was starting to rise. A little sign appears in her hair, behind her ear; 'Volcano warning! Run for your lives! She's gunna blow!'
Vash didn't pick up on the warning signs, it seemed, and continued to pout. "Why not? All I want is~"
He was cut off by Meryl shouting, "When I say no, I mean no! Can't you get that through your thick skull?!" Hitting him on the head hard over and over agian made Vash swirly eyed and unconscious. She stopped hitting him a few seconds after he was knocked out. "So there!" she said over his still form. Slapping him lightly on the head, she hesitated. A moment later, she still had her hand on his head and was absssently running her hands through his golden locks.
She only noticed what she was doing when the doorbell rang. Quickly jolting her hand away, she jumped up. Heading towards the door, she smelled an all too fimilair scent. One that could make Vash stop in his tracks, or go crazy. It depended on what the scent was used for. The intoxicating smell was~
"It's finally here!" Vash shouted as he ran at top speed to the door, knocking Meryl over in the process. Through the hall he went, leaving a turned over table and broken vase in his wake. Swinging the door open, it almost came off it's hinges. Standing on the otherside, smiling and not seeming to care the door had almost fallen off, was a thirteen year old girl in a navy uniform and red sash with bunches of badges sewn into it. Tucking a stray strawberry-blond strand of hair behind her ear, she asked, "Is," glancing at the clipboard she held, "Mr. Ericks Stryfe in this residents?"
Vash smiled happily down at her, accually standing still. "I'm Ericks."
The girl smiled up at him as well. "Hiya, Mr. Ericks. My name's Shisha, a Sun scout. I'm here 'cause you ordered 20 dozen boxes of donuts." She motioned to the car behind her. It was stacked with boxes upon boxes of donuts. The man before her began to drool with longing. Turning her marble eyes back to him, she continued. "That will be 80 double dollars, Mr. Ericks." She held out her hand, waiting.
For a moment the look in her eyes reminded Vash a little of Meryl, but then it was gone. He shrugged it off, digging into the depths of his pockets to find $$ 80. Finally giving her the money over to Shisha, he waited for his donuts. Just thinking about it made him drool.
His thoughts were interupted by a grunting coming from his beloved donuts! They had grown legs, piled on top of each other, and were coming toward him! Wait. That wasn't posible. It was just the Sun scout carrying seven boxes of donuts and coming toward him. She looked like she was about to drop one. Oh no! Impulsly, he caught the parcel before it hit the ground. He took 2 other packs from her and they headed inside.
"Nice catch back there, Mr. Ericks. You're very athletic, I must say. First almost ripping the door off, then grabbing the falling box. You must really love donuts!" They were in the kitchen, setting down the donut boxes on the counter. Meryl had just stared into space, swirly eyed.
The donut-lover just blushed in embarassment. "Well, of course. I have to be."
Walking through the hallway, Shisha knelt down beside Meryl. Proping the smaller female up, she checked to see if she had anything broken. Smiling up at Vash, she stated, "She'll be fine. Next time, make sure nobody's in your way when you run down the hall." He stared at her surprised. "You made a lot of noise, you know. I'll get the rest of the donuts. Will you take her to her bed, please? She is your wife, isn't she?" Vash's face turned beet red. "I see her at the grocery store sometimes. She's very nice."
The blushing Stampeede tried to stammer a reply, but gave up after a few attemps. Instead, he did as he was told.
*`*`*`*`*`*Later*`*`*`*`*`*
Shisha set the last box of donuts on the kitchen table. Dusting off her hands, she smiled at Vash as he entered. "Your donuts are all here, Mr. Ericks. I'd best be going now. If it's okay, I'd like to come over again. It's been fun."
Vash stared at her, strangely serious. "Before you go, I'd like to teach you a lesson." Putting his hands behind his back, he continued, "The world is made of~"
He was interupted by the girl doing as he did so often. "LOVE & PEACE!"
Vash stared at her in shock. Under his gaze, she rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment. "My little brother is one of the ones you teach and play with. I was the one who he mentioned. Hehe." As if suddenly realizing something, she reached into her duffle bag.
Getting over his shock, he started to sweat a little. 'Has she realized who I am? That would be a shame, though. She seems really nice.' She looked up at him, worried, a book in her hand. "Are you alright, Mr. Ericks? You look pale."
He sighed internally, releaved. "I'm fine. What's that book?"
She smiled widely at him. "It comes with an order of 10 boxes or more." Holding it up, he stared at it. Very thick though the prize was, it seemed very light. The tittle: The Book of Donuts and Humor. Very interesting tittle.....
Handing it to him, she bowed good bye. "I must go now. It was nice meeting you. See you again sometime, Mr. Stryfe." She went out of the kitchen and out the door. A car engine started and he saw a clowd of dust out the window to his left.
"'Mr. Stryfe?!?!'" a voice stated questioningly from the kitchen exit. Twirling around, Vash saw an angry Meryl leaning against the door frame. She had finally woken up.
"Hi Insurence girl," he said in a squeeky, scared vioce.
"'Mr. Stryfe!'" Meryl began to lecture him.
*********2 Hours Later*********
Vash was sound asleep by the time she had finished. Milly was still out in her neverending search for pudding. Glancing at the peaceful shape that was Vash, she smiled slightly. 'He looks like a little boy like that. How cute!' Shaking her head, she tried to get rid of those thoughts. 'Where did they come from?!'
Sighing, she went to her room and bed, leaving Vash snoring peacefully at the kitchen table.
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Disclaimer: If I owned Trigun, do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction?!?!
O/N Ok. I don't remember what I was going to say....X{
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`Somewhere Vash and Co. Are Staying*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*
Vash leaned on the kitchen table, looking miserable. Meryl sat across from him, a typewriter and cup of coffee before her. Vash stared at her pitifully. It had no affect on the smaller of the insurence girls whatsoever. He tried again, but just receved a glare from Meryl that made him flinch.
Next he pouted. "Pweeze?"
"No," came the instant answer. She didn't even look up from the report she was typing.
Puppy dog eyes that made most people melt were the last resort. Keyword most. "Pretty pweeze with sugar coated donuts on top?"
Taking a sip of her coffee, the smaller one glared at him again. "I said NO. That's final." Her temper was starting to rise. A little sign appears in her hair, behind her ear; 'Volcano warning! Run for your lives! She's gunna blow!'
Vash didn't pick up on the warning signs, it seemed, and continued to pout. "Why not? All I want is~"
He was cut off by Meryl shouting, "When I say no, I mean no! Can't you get that through your thick skull?!" Hitting him on the head hard over and over agian made Vash swirly eyed and unconscious. She stopped hitting him a few seconds after he was knocked out. "So there!" she said over his still form. Slapping him lightly on the head, she hesitated. A moment later, she still had her hand on his head and was absssently running her hands through his golden locks.
She only noticed what she was doing when the doorbell rang. Quickly jolting her hand away, she jumped up. Heading towards the door, she smelled an all too fimilair scent. One that could make Vash stop in his tracks, or go crazy. It depended on what the scent was used for. The intoxicating smell was~
"It's finally here!" Vash shouted as he ran at top speed to the door, knocking Meryl over in the process. Through the hall he went, leaving a turned over table and broken vase in his wake. Swinging the door open, it almost came off it's hinges. Standing on the otherside, smiling and not seeming to care the door had almost fallen off, was a thirteen year old girl in a navy uniform and red sash with bunches of badges sewn into it. Tucking a stray strawberry-blond strand of hair behind her ear, she asked, "Is," glancing at the clipboard she held, "Mr. Ericks Stryfe in this residents?"
Vash smiled happily down at her, accually standing still. "I'm Ericks."
The girl smiled up at him as well. "Hiya, Mr. Ericks. My name's Shisha, a Sun scout. I'm here 'cause you ordered 20 dozen boxes of donuts." She motioned to the car behind her. It was stacked with boxes upon boxes of donuts. The man before her began to drool with longing. Turning her marble eyes back to him, she continued. "That will be 80 double dollars, Mr. Ericks." She held out her hand, waiting.
For a moment the look in her eyes reminded Vash a little of Meryl, but then it was gone. He shrugged it off, digging into the depths of his pockets to find $$ 80. Finally giving her the money over to Shisha, he waited for his donuts. Just thinking about it made him drool.
His thoughts were interupted by a grunting coming from his beloved donuts! They had grown legs, piled on top of each other, and were coming toward him! Wait. That wasn't posible. It was just the Sun scout carrying seven boxes of donuts and coming toward him. She looked like she was about to drop one. Oh no! Impulsly, he caught the parcel before it hit the ground. He took 2 other packs from her and they headed inside.
"Nice catch back there, Mr. Ericks. You're very athletic, I must say. First almost ripping the door off, then grabbing the falling box. You must really love donuts!" They were in the kitchen, setting down the donut boxes on the counter. Meryl had just stared into space, swirly eyed.
The donut-lover just blushed in embarassment. "Well, of course. I have to be."
Walking through the hallway, Shisha knelt down beside Meryl. Proping the smaller female up, she checked to see if she had anything broken. Smiling up at Vash, she stated, "She'll be fine. Next time, make sure nobody's in your way when you run down the hall." He stared at her surprised. "You made a lot of noise, you know. I'll get the rest of the donuts. Will you take her to her bed, please? She is your wife, isn't she?" Vash's face turned beet red. "I see her at the grocery store sometimes. She's very nice."
The blushing Stampeede tried to stammer a reply, but gave up after a few attemps. Instead, he did as he was told.
*`*`*`*`*`*Later*`*`*`*`*`*
Shisha set the last box of donuts on the kitchen table. Dusting off her hands, she smiled at Vash as he entered. "Your donuts are all here, Mr. Ericks. I'd best be going now. If it's okay, I'd like to come over again. It's been fun."
Vash stared at her, strangely serious. "Before you go, I'd like to teach you a lesson." Putting his hands behind his back, he continued, "The world is made of~"
He was interupted by the girl doing as he did so often. "LOVE & PEACE!"
Vash stared at her in shock. Under his gaze, she rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment. "My little brother is one of the ones you teach and play with. I was the one who he mentioned. Hehe." As if suddenly realizing something, she reached into her duffle bag.
Getting over his shock, he started to sweat a little. 'Has she realized who I am? That would be a shame, though. She seems really nice.' She looked up at him, worried, a book in her hand. "Are you alright, Mr. Ericks? You look pale."
He sighed internally, releaved. "I'm fine. What's that book?"
She smiled widely at him. "It comes with an order of 10 boxes or more." Holding it up, he stared at it. Very thick though the prize was, it seemed very light. The tittle: The Book of Donuts and Humor. Very interesting tittle.....
Handing it to him, she bowed good bye. "I must go now. It was nice meeting you. See you again sometime, Mr. Stryfe." She went out of the kitchen and out the door. A car engine started and he saw a clowd of dust out the window to his left.
"'Mr. Stryfe?!?!'" a voice stated questioningly from the kitchen exit. Twirling around, Vash saw an angry Meryl leaning against the door frame. She had finally woken up.
"Hi Insurence girl," he said in a squeeky, scared vioce.
"'Mr. Stryfe!'" Meryl began to lecture him.
*********2 Hours Later*********
Vash was sound asleep by the time she had finished. Milly was still out in her neverending search for pudding. Glancing at the peaceful shape that was Vash, she smiled slightly. 'He looks like a little boy like that. How cute!' Shaking her head, she tried to get rid of those thoughts. 'Where did they come from?!'
Sighing, she went to her room and bed, leaving Vash snoring peacefully at the kitchen table.
A/N Ok, this is suppost to be a oneshot story. Tell me if ya guys want more, please!
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