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I woke up later in a huge bed. My head was pounding and the comforter made me sweat from the heat. I looked around and saw how pink the room was. The bed, the walls, even the window sills were pink. There was so much it made me feel sick. My gaze fell on the nightstand next to me and I noticed a picture of Vash and the girl. I turned it over and the writing said Vash and Erika. Huh, they really look alike, from their expressions to their hair.
I got up from the bed and wobbled a bit, trying to regain my balance. I was trying not to think the worst of Vash, but being knocked out after he injected me wasn't helping his case. I felt around and realized my guns weren't in their holsters. A quick glance told me there were none here either. Great, a house full of guns and I end up in the one room without them.
I walked over to the door and stuck my head out. A quick look around revealed a long corridor in both directions. I played a guessing game and ended up going right. As I walked the smell of food gradually enveloped me. Following my nose, I eventually found my way to the kitchen where Vash was cooking at the stove. Erika was sitting at a table watching him cook the food.
They both looked up when I walked into view. Vash had an almost imperceptible blush on his face, while Erika smiled at me. I cautiously sat down at the table and looked around the kitchen. It seemed normal enough, if guns everywhere was normal. Did he have license for all of these? It seems like there are at least five guns per room, and don't even get me started on the hallway.
"Did you sleep well, big sister?" Erika asked me. I nodded warily; I still don't know what happened. Did I pass out because the drugged me, or because my body couldn't handle the painkillers? "Good, big brother is making us food. I know you will like it," she said sweetly. She looked like she was at least eleven, but had the voice of a five year old.
"Thanks Erika, I'm sure I will," I replied. Vash looked up at me, the cold gaze back. I was puzzled until I realized I had said her name, but they hadn't told me. "Calm down Vash, there was a picture of you two in the room I woke up in. the back had both of your names. I'm not a stalker, promise," I explained. Vash nodded once and went back to cooking.
"Hey, big sister?" Erika asked. I glanced over at her and raised my eyebrows. She giggled at the sight, so I started to wiggle them at her. Pretty soon I had her doubled over in laughter as I leaned closer and closer. Before I knew it was happening, my chair had toppled over and I was on the floor.
Unfortunately the painkillers had worn off by then, so landing on my stomach was not the best experience. Tears sprang to my eyes as I gasped at the pain, damn this hurt so much. "Big sister! Are you okay?!" exclaimed Erika. She and Vash were standing over me now. It took all my will to nod my head slowly, but even that hurt. Vash picked me up gently and set me on the couch. "Big sister, please be ok. You still have to marry big brother!" Erika told me.
I gasped for a different reason as a blush spread across my face. I looked over to see Vash having the same problem. I wanted to laugh, but I was sure it would hurt even more. "Erika, why don't you go play in the backyard? Remember what I said about wild animals," he called as Erika ran out.
Erika stuck her head back in and said, "I know big brother, don't take in any wild animals. If I do take in two, because they deserve to have friends," Erika recited. Vash nodded and she ran back to the backyard. I could see a play set as well as a play house through the window in the living room.
"So, are we getting married now? Erika seems dead set on me being her big sister," I teased Vash. His blush grew deeper than it already was. I giggled, despite the pain, and rolled my eyes at him. "I was just kidding. Do you have Advil or something? My stomach really hurts."
"Yes, let me get some," he said before walking to the kitchen. When he was gone I became lost in thought. He and his sister are very different, personality wise, but similar concerning their looks. Vash is a man of very few words, but that's good. I don't like men who ramble on and on, it gets really annoying.
My thoughts were interrupted by a plate of food being shoved in my face. I jerked back in surprise, gracefully, not, falling against the back of the couch. I regained my composure and took the plate of food he had offered me. It was mostly eggs, but the surprising part was the chocolate. On the side of the plate, right next to the Advil, was a block of chocolate. Now, chocolate being my favorite food, I got really excited. "Oh my gosh, it's chocolate! I absolutely love chocolate," I gushed. Vash nodded, signaling for me to start eating. I took the Advil first, since the pain was becoming unbearable. The eggs were really good too, but the best part was the chocolate. It was rich and sweet in my mouth, practically melting at the first bite.
My reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. Vash seemed as surprised as me; no one knocks on his door. He didn't seem capable of moving, because of the shock, so I got up to answer the door. The person knocked again as I was walking over. I mumbled under my breath for them to hold their horses and threw the door open. "Jess-san? What are you doing here?" asked the man at the door. He was shorter than me with short, black hair and seemingly unfocused brown eyes.
"Hey Kiku. I'm here because this guy decided to have gun fight with me. It was going pretty well, I was about to beat him, but Feliciano distracted me. I ended up getting shot in the stomach," I said cheerfully. Kiku, on the other hand, looked horrified as I explained the situation.
"Are you sure you are okay? A bullet to the stomach must hurt! How are you walking? Have you eaten anything since? Why were you in a gun fight anyway?" Kiku asked. He kept bombarding me with question after question until Vash came over. "Ah, hello Vash-san. I hear you won the gun fight. I should hope you took proper care of Jess's wound," Kiku said.
"Of course I did, I wouldn't let her bleed out," Vash replied, sounding somewhat offended. Kiku nodded and started pulling me out of the house and onto the porch. I escaped really quick, grabbed more chocolate, and went back to Kiku's side. "Hey, Jess, try not to get shot next time," Vash said to me, shaking my hand.
"Is that a joke Mr. Zwingli?" I teased. I giggled at his face and ran after Kiku, who was already at the sidewalk. I waved at Erika, who had come up behind Vash to say goodbye. It wasn't until I was at Ludwig's place that I realized something was in the hand Vash had shaken. When I opened it there was a number and a message: feel free to call the next time you run in front of my house. Maybe this time you'll win.
I smiled at the note and made a mental note to wear my special guns next time.
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