Disclaimer, yay:
Okay dokey then, I suppose I have to do this. I don't own anything. Not even Trigun. Which is probably a good thing and all of you should be glad that I do not own it.
So anyway, this is my first fic, so read it. Now. Stop reading this and read the story. Oh, wait! I'm not done this, so…ah, crap. Well, for those of you who didn't listen to me and are still reading this, then please review when you're done. Or don't. It's not my life on the line.
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Trigun Sleepover
The Invitation
Nicholas D. Wolfwood stood outside of the home Vash and the insurance girls were staying at. He sighed for the seventh time. Legato had told him, since Wolfwood was the only Gung-ho Gun with friends outside of the Gung-ho guns, that he was to invite his friends over for a sleepover.
He still didn't know what made Legato think of that idea, although he vaguely remembered seeing Legato drinking a bottle of NyQuil…but something told him that that had nothing to do with it. Or it did. Who knows? Seriously…who knows?
Wolfwood sighed again and through…whoops, I mean threw (stupid speling) his cigarette on the ground and knocked the door. He only managed to get one knock because the door was thrown open hitting Wolfwood in the face. In the doorway stood Milly.
"How'd you open the door so fast?" Wolfwood yelled at his…Friend? Girlfriend? Hmm. What should it be…ah, a little of that Wolfwood + Milly Theory never hurt anyone. And if it did, allow me to express severe condolences to the friends and families of the victims.
"I always stand by the door between seven and eight o'clock in the morning on Tuesdays." Milly answered in her so-happy-and-it-hurts-me-psychologically-and-emotional way.
"But It's Saturday." Wolfwood was a little confused by his girlfriend's stupid—I mean—silly antics.
"I know, Mr. Wolfwood."
(Awkward silence)
Wolfwood slowly took a deep breath and started coughing, since he's a chronic smoker and probably has bronchitis or something. "Um…Millie, why do you still call me 'Mr. Wolfwood'. We're going out and…it's a little weird…especially when we're doing…ya know…"
"Oh, Okay, Mr. Wolfwood. I won't call you Mr. Wolf—"
Wolfwood's brain was starting to hurt, so he walked past Milly and into the house and straight into the living room. Just in time to see the great Vash the stampede, the fearsome Humanoid Typhoon, unshaven, hair uncombed and ungelled, and face covered with that greenish-blue face cream watching Saturday morning cartoons wearing only his heart covered boxers, holding a box of donuts in his hands.
"AHHH!" Wolfwood screamed.
"AHHH!" Vash screamed.
Wolfwood ran out of the room flailing his arms and screaming. He had to find the one mentally sane person in this house. Sadly, the closest thing to that was Meryl. He ran down the hall, still flailing his arms, and entered Meryl's room.
"Meryl!" Wolfwood called to the insurance girl who happened not to be in the room. Wolfwood used his high level of intelligence and came to one obvious conclusion: Meryl was hiding in her closet. He through…crap! THREW the closet door open and kuroneko randomly flew out of the closet and latched onto the priest's face. After he managed to get the large headed black cat with dementedly large neon green-eyes of his face, he looked into the closet and what he saw shocked and scarred him emotionally and mentally. At the same time!
There was no Meryl inside. Instead was only the largest collection of Vash the Stampede memorabilia Wolfwood had ever seen. Vash the Stampede plush dolls, Vash the Stampede key chains, Vash the Stampede action figures, Vash the Stampede espresso maker/four-slot toaster with karaoke accessory and a bunch of other Vash the Stampede oriented things.
"Oh my god!" Wolfwood heard a certain insurance girl scream behind him. He spun around to see Meryl blushing angrily in embarrassed rage, if that makes sense.
"Uhhh…" Wolfwood said, "Gotta go! Bye!" He ran past Meryl and back into the hall and right into a completely clothed and cleaned Humanoid Typhoon.
"Hidy ho, Wolfwood!" Vash yelled a bit too cheerfully in the tangle of limbs and cheap cologne.
~Later in the Living Room~Meryl, still upset over Wolfwood finding about her little 'obsession', could just stare in shock at the dark preacher of death clad in black who had just asked them to go to a sleepover in the stronghold of the most deadly group of assassins on planet Gunsmoke.
Naturally, Vash and Milly were excited about it. "Yay, a landrover!" Milly yelled.
"You mean sleepover," Vash corrected.
"That's what I said, green Hoover." Milly said. Everyone else just stared at her in pity.
"Soo…" Wolfwood began, trying to forget about the fact that he was in love with a person who couldn't tie her own shoes by herself, "How about it?" he pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"Are you insane it would be like sui-" Meryl began, but was cut off by Vash who was hopping up and down excitedly. "Yay! We get to meet Wolfwood's family!"
"My family?! Wait, what?"
"Well," Meryl said slowly (still angry about Vash cutting her off and she planned to get her revenge on him later), "you do live with them, you all take care of each other and you all kind have this odd kind of family 'bond'."
"That's insane-" Wolfwood began to defend himself.
Vash just smiled, knowing that this was Wolfwood at his most vulnerable time, "Yeah, Dominique's your sister, Zazie's your annoying little brother, Leonof's your creepy uncle, your father is Knives and your mother would be…huh, who would it be?"
"Legato!" Milly answered. Everyone was suddenly silenced at the thought and each just sat there becoming nauseous.
"So you guys want to go?" Wolfwood asked after he got the strange feeling in his stomach under control.
The others just looked at each other and shrugged, "Okay dokey, why not?" Vash said, answering for everyone. They all got up and tried running to each of their separate rooms to get their stuff ready, which just lead to them running into each other and falling onto the floor.
"Why do I think this is going to be a painful experience?" Wolfwood said to himself as he put three more cigarettes in his mouth.
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How was it huh, huh, huh? Huh? TACOS! So please now review with advice and/or kind and gentle opinion-thingies. If anyone likes it, I'll write more. It's not like I have anything better to do. *sigh*
So um, Kuroneko will maul you if you don't review. And even if you do, maybe she'll do it anyways. It all depends on how I'm feeling.