Oops

WARNING: Well, I promised something lighthearted. I just...didn't think I'd end up writing absolute idiocy. This is extremely random. Please consult your doctor before reading. Side effects may include drooling, dizziness, blurred vision, and nausea. If you have an aversion to silliness, please do not read, as doing so may result in coma, brain damage, or even death. Consider yourself warned...

"Lay it right down there! That's right! Good, you sneaky bastard. Now walk. Walk away! Get outta here!"

Vash retreated back to the weak wooden crate he'd hidden himself behind, grinning weakly and wiping sweat from his face as the group of thugs walked forward, satisfaction etched into their wrinkly, leathered faces.

"Hey, Spikey." Wolfwood looked up dryly from behind the crate, chewing absently on a cigarette. "Don't you think we should run now?"

"Oh!" Vash nodded fervently. "Yep." They both got up and made a run for it from behind the stack of empty crates and cartons. Vash noticed that Wolfwood was particularly eager to get out of there, though he didn't know why. He sighed as he ran. Today had sure been awful busy. He'd promised the girls he wouldn't get into trouble, but he'd really won that game of poker fair and square, and then those messy men had been so insistent on getting their money back, but...

Vash had already lost it.

He didn't remember how.

Oh yeah! He'd given it to the old man asking for money. After all, what could the Humanoid Typhoon do with all that cash? Much too heavy to carry around. Though he had berated himself for not keeping just a little to buy doughnuts with...

Vash tripped and Wolfwood pulled him along until he got to his feet again. Huh? Oh yes. He was running for his life now. But...those men? Were they...chasing? No. They couldn't be. Of course they couldn't. He'd given them what they wanted, though he'd found it kind of funny that they'd wanted so little.

Or perhaps he was just biased because the bounty on his head was enough to fund the creation of a major city.

It ended up that the leader of the thugs had bet his watch, and he wanted that back. So Vash had calmly retrieved the old man and asked kindly to see the winnings so that he could get the watch. The man had shoved him out, and Wolfwood said dryly that he'd handle it. Wolfwood had walked inside without a moment of hesitation, closing the door smoothly behind him.

Vash had heard a very loud crash and hissing voices, and after that, for some reason, the man had been very nice to them. They'd gotten the watch and the two hundred double-dollars—the thugs had asked for those, too—and they'd left. Those men had said that they'd lost those two hundred double dollars in the game, but Vash thought it had been just a hundred or so between all of them.

Oh well. He had a horrible memory.

He'd packed the items in a little cardboard box and set out to return them to the men.

And now?

"Why are they chasing, Wolfwood?"

The traveling priest gave a rather hesitant shrug and growled, "Concentrate on the running part, okay?"

Vash nodded. The two turned a corner and waited until their pursuers passed, and then they returned to the little hotel room he and the girls were staying at.

Millie walked out to greet them, waving enthusiastically and smiling. "Hey Mr. Vash, Mr. Priest Man! You look like you've been running! Were you playing a game?"

Vash didn't listen. The only thing he saw was the pretty watch on her wrist.

A men's watch.

His jaw dropped.

Wolfwood...not so much.

"Wha...Insurance Girl? You stole the watch?"

Millie blinked at him innocently. "Stole? I was just looking for a box of my pudding, and when I opened it up I found this! I was sad I couldn't find my pudding—have you seen it?—but I was happy when I found this. It's very pretty."

"But..." Vash turned to the priest and narrowed his gaze. "You! You gave them Big Girl's pudding! That's why they were chasing us!"

Wolfwood grinned innocently around the cigarette. "Who, me?"

Vash glared.

"Yeah, well, you've been running around not eating anything but doughnuts and you wanna know what? We're starving! And the money could get us food. Besides, I need a new watch."

Vash sagged as distant cries strained to them.

"...Gonna kill 'em!...Pudding? Those damn scoundrels—!"

Wolfwood shrugged, offering the big Insurance Girl a guilty grin. "Oops?"

Author's Notes: Sorry for the updates spaced so close together. I'll be gone over the weekend and I thought I'd rather post this now than never. Just a bit of random idiocy. Sorry if it's too unbearably stupid. But I promised something more lighthearted, and this just sort of tumbled out of my brain, soo... Review? Reviewing makes all those nasty side effects go away, I promise. ... I should stick to drama