READ 1st!!! Ok! Here it is, chappiy 2!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!! Oh, n here's a lill warn'n. To all of u that don't like blood, guts, and all around good ol' tragedy n dismay… Don't read the following chappiy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It contains all of this n much, much more!!!!!!! Well, anyway… Hope u'll like it!!!!! RR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meanings…

'This…' means thinking.

"This…" means talking out loud.

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Ct. #2

'What… What is this feeling? I-I feel, so cold…' I think, and slowly open my tired eyes. Nothing…I sence nothing… Nothing, but, blue light…

'What is this…'

I slowly reach out my hand to touch it.

My fingers press on something… hard… and… solid…

'Is this suppose to be here?'

When I press my hand upon it fully, it shatters.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" I scream, as I can feel the heavy forces of gravity pulling me down.

I, instinctively, duck my head and cover my face, not wanting to know, what might happen next.

A few minutes pass by, and nothing seems to happen.

I look up, only to discover that I was hanging in mid air, high above the remains of an old pod ship.

'What's going on here?' I wonder, looking around. The second I turn my head, I feel something… Something long and cold… And logged in the back of my neck!

"Huhh? Wha-what is this?!!" I ask in fear, slowly moving a shaky hand towards the object.

BEEEEP!!! BEEP! BEEP!!

"Wha-what was that?!!" I cry, pulling my attention away from the object for a time being.

I scan the ship, but see nothing… Then a sharp pain, stabs me in the back off the head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream in agony as the pain increases. Then there is a loud CLICK, and all the pain stops…

I breathed a sigh of relief, assuming that the worst was over.

But, the other tubes began to snap from my body.

"NOOOO!!!!!! PLEASE, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!" I sob, grabbing at the tubes, trying to stop the reaction, as the last of the tubes breaks from my skin.

Then I feel wind… Wind pushing past me, almost as if I were falling… Falling, through cold, dusty air.

I hit the ground, hard, on my side, cutting my head open on a piece of broken glass.

I moan, weakly, but can't seam to move my body.

"Please!…" I call out to no one, my vision beginning to blur.

"Somebody, help, me…"

My voice dies out in the wind, and my eyes close, as again, darkness consumes my soul…

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"OK! EVERYBODY OUT HERE! NOW, LETS GET GOING! HURRY UP!" the hijackers yell, as they pull the frighten passengers of the train, and herded them all into large groups. Separating all the men from the women and children.

Vash,Wolfwood, and the girls, were no exception.

"So, what are we gonna do now, Spiky?" Wolfwood whispered under his breath, being forced to the ground, with his hands bound behind his back.

"I'll create a distraction, while you free the girls and the prisoners." he answered.

"HEY! NO TALKING!" one of the hijackers yelled, kicking him in the stomach.

Vash winched, but didn't reply.

"OK! NOW SPREAD OUT MEN, AN FIND HER!!" a big guy, wearing a long, gray coat and a tall, dusty, cowboy hat, ordered.

'That guy, must be the leader…' Vash thought, gazing over the terrified passengers at the man.

'But, who are they looking for?'

"Vash! Here cut through your ropes with this!" Wolfwood whispered, handing him the small pocket knife, that he carried for such emergencies.

"NO! PLEASE STOP!! DON'T DO THIS!!!" a young lady screamed. "MY BABY!!!!"

Vash and Wolfwood turned their heads, toward the startled cry.

"SHUT UP!!!" a hijacker spoke, slapping her across the face and tacking the baby from her arms.

The lady screamed again, as she fell back. But she continued to cry and lunge for her baby.

"NO! MY BABY!!! GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!!!"

"SHUT UP, WENCH!!! ER, I'LL…" holding up the baby.

"NO! VASH!!! DON'T DO IT, YOU IDIOT!!" Wolfwood cursed, as he watched his friend sprint over to the distressed lady, and the hijacker holding her baby.

"HEY?!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!" the hijacker cried, turning.

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER, OR THE SQUART GETS IT!!!" he yelled, pointing his gun to the screaming baby's head.

"Now! Now! I don't want any trouble, ok?" Vash said, raising up his hands, as if to say, 'I mean you no harm…'

"Now just put down your gun, and…"

"NO!!!" the hijacker yelled, backing away, sweat rolling down his face.

"NO, YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!"

'He's scared.' Vash observed, slowly backing away.

"HEY! HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE?!!" another hijacker pointed, getting everybody's attention.

"Hey, boss. What should we do 'bout Curly? He's make'n a scene, again…" one of the hijackers informed, the man in the gray coat and cowboy hat.

The 'boss' looked over his shoulder, at the trembling henchman holding the upset baby.

"Kill him, the targets not here anyway. Kill them all." He stated simply, turning back.

"OK! YOU HEARD HIM, BOYS! KILL 'EM ALL!!!" he screamed, running of in the direction of the scared prisoners.

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Meanwhile… Wolfwood had managed to cut everyone lose, and get them to safety. Fortunately for him, Tonim Town wasn't to far up the road. Maybe a 20-30 min run, at best, and with Meryl and Millie in charge. They were in good hands.

"Well, at least their out of danger…" he sighed, lighting up a cigarette and walking back to the train.

"Now, all I have to worry about is Spiky…"

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Vash looked around, trying to come up with a peaceful solution, to this potently dangerous situation. He was, currently, hiding behind a large rock, in the middle of a gun show-down, with a very scared mother and baby in thro. Vash had only two shots left, and was running out of ideas...

'Oh, if only Wolfwood was here!!' he thought, reloading his gun with his remained bullets.

And, like a gray wolf appearing out of the night sky, there he was, right at his side shooting back at the hijackers.

"Woohoo! Where'd you come from?!!" Vash turned in shock.

"From behind the train, dummy!!!" he replied, turning to face him.

"So, what now?"

"We have to get these two, to safety." motioning to the mother and child.

"Right!"

And with that said, Wolfwood reloaded his guns and took aim at the hijackers, as Vash ran with the pair, to the back of the train.

"HEY! HE'S TRY'N TO ESCAPE!!!" one of the hijackers called, pointing towards Vash.

"GET HIM!!!!!" the 'boss' answered, mounting his motorcycle, and rolling of down the sands.

"VASH, LOOK OUT!!!!!" Wolfwood yelled, but it was to late. One of the hijacker's took aim and shot at the woman. Vash couldn't save her in time. The bullet hit her in the back of the head. Killing her almost instantly, as she fell.

"NOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Vash cried, pulling her body with him behind the train.

"NO! No! P-p-please d-don't die!" he cried, brushing her hair back from her face.

"P-pl-please… S-s-ave, my baby…" she whispered her final words, blood spilling from her pale lips, holding up her baby to him.

"Noo… NOO!!!" Vash screamed, pulling her, and the baby, to his chest.

"NO, YOU CAN'T DIE!!! YOU CAN'T!!!"

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Tears fall to the ground, mixing with sand and blood…

A baby cried, gun shots fried, a female voice called out his name…

'Vash… Don't worry, Vash… She's ok…'

'Re-m?!!…'

'No…' the kind voice answered. 'I am Yama… Now get going, Vash…'

"Come on Vash, lets get going." Wolfwood said, offering out his hand.

"W-what?…" Vash asked, still in shock. "What happened to the hijackers?" he asked, shacking it off and tacking his hand.

"Oh. I wouldn't worry 'bout them!" Wolfwood answered, with a slight smile.

"They won't be bother'n no one for a while!" he said, looking back over his shoulder at all the wounded hijackers, struggling to stand, or even move their limbs.

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I woke up, to the sweet smell of copper mixed with earth…… Blood…… My blood……

As I slowly open my eyes, I was greeted with a very, bright, white blur. As my vision cleared I could tell I was staring straight into one of the three suns.

I moaned, again, slightly and turned my head, only to be assaulted by even more pain.

"W-what happened?" I ask, feeling sick. I lift a hand to touch my throbbing head.

I pulled back when I felt something warm, and sticky…

'Blood…' I thought, slowly pulling myself up right.

"AHHHHH!!!!!!" I scream, falling back down to the ground, painfully. Feeling as if my whole back is aflame. I took a labored breath, and tried again.

Eventually, I managed to pull myself up into a sitting position.

"Oooohhhh!!!!!!" I groaned, trying not to move so much. I put a hand to my chest and looked down.

'Broken ribs…' I thought. 'Just great… And, what's this? A feather?!!'

Leaning down I pick up a small blackish-silver feather, from the sand.

The wind blew and more black feathers littered the ground.

'What the…?' turning around.

"Oh, my…" my eyes fell on what I thought couldn't be real…

"W-what is this?!!" I stammered, slowly backing away.

There, sat before me, was a wing. It was huge! It was black in color, but when the sun hit it right, it shown silver. And, to my horror, it was attached to me…

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" I cried, covering my face with my hands.

'Oh, man! Oh, man!! Ok. Ok. It's ok! It's ok! Now just calm down…' I breathed, slightly.

'Ok, now where is this place?'

Trying to forget, the fact that I was 'not human', for the moment… I looked around.

Until I saw a body…

Silence……

'It's th-that lady. T-the on-one with the pu-purple lip stick.' I thought, as it finally hit me.

"OMG!!! ARE YOU OK?!!" I screamed, totally freaking out and forgetting about my own problems. I stood up to run over to the fallen person, when my stupid legs gave out.

"DAME!!!" I cursed, from the ground, but I didn't stop. I pulled myself on my hands and knees, until I was knelling beside her.

"OH, MAN, OH MAN!!!! ARE YOU OK?!! SAY SOMETHING!!!" I yelled shacking the lifeless corpse that I held in my trembling hands, tears falling from my eyes.

"NOO… No!! This can't be happening!!!"

"WHY?!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DIE?!!!!" I cried, holding her body close to my own, now.

"I-I may no-not have liked you, ver-very m-much, b-but you didn't have to DIE!!!!" I sobbed, pulling her even closer, brushing her short black hair away from her pale, purple lips.

There was a sudden pulse. My hands lit up, as her body began to glow a strange silvery-white color, under my touch.

"W-wh-what is th-this?!!" I asked, my hands shacking, but I couldn't seem to let go.

I could feel a strange power coursing through our combined body's touch.

"NO! NO, STOP IT!!!!"

The power surged, pushing us in opposite directions, from the force of the contact.

There was a long silence, and the wind blew softly…

"That…Huff…that, was…Huff…" I breathed slowly, sitting up.

I glanced over at the corpse. She was still, very much dead, but I could swear that I felt something, there. Almost, as if her soul was trying to leave through my body. Trying to escape… To be set free…

'Who are you?' A soft, gentle males voice called out.

"WHAT?!! WHO'S THERE?!!" I cried, spinning around.

I scanned the desert, but saw, no one.

'What's going on?' I wondered, slowly standing up. My legs were kinda shaky, but they held. I started walking. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to get away from this place. This, horrible, horrible, place…

I turned back, and looked at her body one final time.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you…" and with that, I walked away…

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A few hours later, found me still wandering the desert.

In my time alone, I found myself thinking.

'Where am I?…'

'What is this place?…'

'How did I get here?…'

'Where did I come from?…'

'Who are my parents?…'

'Who am I?…'

All of these questions scared me, (especially the last one.)

'Who am I?! How can I not know, who I am?!!! What do I know?!!!! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!!!!!!'

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed out in anguish, putting my hands to my head, trying to drowned out all the disturbing thoughts.

'Hey!! Calm down! Don't lose your head.' it was the kind voice from before.

'But, who are you?!!' I think, tears staining my dirt covered cheeks.

'Someone who can help. Now just keep going straight. I'm not to far away, now…' the voice answered, then faded away.

"NO! Wait!!!" but the voice was already gone.

"Oh, ok…" I agree, not knowing what else to do at that moment, and continue to walk.

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Late the next day, at the hotel Inn they were staying at…

We find all our friends gathered around the small kitchen in one of the girl's rooms.

Millie and Meryl were busy cooking up some lunch, while Vash and Wolfwood were sitting at the table.

"Vash, it's not your fault… The baby's better off in that orphanage. " Wolfwood said, puffing onto the end of his cigarette.

Vash looked up into the priest's big blue eyes, and sighed.

"Yes, I know… But, it still doesn't feels like it…" he answered, shacking slightly.

Wolfwood sighed, as Millie came over with a big bowl of spaghetti.

"Here!" she said, setting the bowl down in front of them.

"This'll make you feel better!" she smiled brightly.

"What the heck is it?!!" Wolfwood asked, eyeing up the strange noodles.

"It's spaghetti! Eat up, it's good for you!" she said, tacking her place at the dinning table.

"Spaghetti?" Vash asked, pocking at it with his fork.

"I didn't know we had stuff like this! Where'd you get it?"

"I found it when I was out shopping today, an I thought a lill' change couldn't hurt…" Meryl answered, sitting down next to Millie.

"Unless, I WAS WORNG!" she hissed, balling up her fist.

"No! NO!! It's not that at all!!!!" both the men cried, in unison.

"It's just new! That's all!!!" Vash said, lowering his hands back down to the table.

"It looks delicious!"

"Well, why don't you try some…" Meryl said, getting a little impatient, again.

"Well, here goes…" Vash gulped, picking up a fork-full of noodles to his mouth.

He bit down, and chewed for a few minutes.

"So?" Millie asked. "Do you like it?"

"Do I like it! This stuff is GREAT!!!" Vash exclaimed, scooping up more.

"Really? It's good?" Wolfwood asked in shock, staring over at his friend.

When he saw the steaming faces of Meryl and Millie, he quickly thought back on his last words.

"Well, of course it's good! Millie and Meryl made it!" Wolfwood yelled, throwing down his cigarette and shoving a fork of spaghetti into his mouth.

'Wow!' he thought, chewing. 'This stuff is good!'

"So," Wolfwood asked, scooping some noodles onto his plate.

"What's so important about this place?"

"Well," Millie started, setting down her fork and picking up her cup.

"The officer at the Insurance Agency said, that there were a few disappearances." she said, tacking a drink.

"Disappearances?" Vash asked, slurping up one of the long noodles like a piece of string.

"Yay. And they wanted us to help with the investigation." Meryl answered.

Vash turned to Wolfwood. Both the men shared a worried look.

"What? What's wrong?" Millie asked, picking back up her fork.

"Oh! It's nothing!" Vash said, turning back to the girls.

'Sure… It's nothing…' Meryl thought, tacking another bite of her meal.

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N, I just havea say, WASN'T THE KAWAIIS THING U EVER SAW?!?!?!!!! VASH N WOLFWOOD EAT'N A BIG BOWL OF SPAGHETTI!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH, 2 DIE 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, hope u like this chappiy! RR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!