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Vash + Sleep Depravity = Baaad.
Chap. 2
I was taken aback. "What?" I asked. She grinned wickedly and stepped up to me. She hardly came to my chest at full height, but you have to understand that height doesn't always matter, and she was really, really scary! "Baka!"
I cringed involuntarily, which was a mistake, because she managed to jump and get me in a headlock. I yipped in total surprise and tried to pull away, dashing out the door into a different room of the house. (It appeared to be a hall, 'cause there was a stairway and stuff in it.) She didn't give up, but began tickling me with her free hand. I squealed like a ... well... like an idiot, and in my confused state it didn't take long for me to end up sprawled on the floor, clawing at the arm around my neck.
Headlocks suck.
"Leggooooooo!" I whined, nearly choking by this point.
"Will you come with me to get the groceries?" She asked.
I nodded (as much as I could, being I was still in the headlock.) and she let go. I sat up, rubbing my neck, and took in a deep, much needed breath. Ahh... Oxygen.
I had a thought. "What is a groceries?"
Vikki blinked. "Uhh... You - I - Ehh.. Uh... You don't know what groceries are!?" She seemed very surprised by this, I think.
"Well. It does sound familiar..." I admitted truthfully, rubbing my chin with a hand to help the image of contemplating. "But I forgot."
There was a moment of silence, in which I figured she was either thinking of explaining it to me, or bashing my brains out with a chair. I flashed one of my crazy grins at her and tried to seem innocent. Just to be safe.
"...Groceries are food." She said plainly, recrossing her arms. I realized I was still sitting on the floor, and hurriedly stood up. She walked over to the doorway, opened it, and stepped out onto the cement porch. I ran after her, not paying much attention, really, and cracked my head on the doorframe. "YEEEOWWWWWWW!" I howled, grabbing my smarting forehead in my hands. If you've ever done that before, you must know how painful it is. And I've had much experience with it in the past. Vikki whirled around at my scream. She stared blankly, and spoke in a monotonous voice, "...Sorry about that. Low doorways."
She turned on heel and headed off again. Whimpering like an injured puppy, I slunk after her. I barely got two steps outside when I remembered I had to shut the door. Evil door. I glared at it. Slowly, slowly, I reached and pulled the knob to close it. One hand was still over my now throbbing head.
Click.
It shut. Hurrah and spooflefluzzies! No casualties! I did a little victory dance and spun around, stopping only to skip after Vikki. "H-Hey! Wait up already!"
As I caught up, she smirked. "Are you always this strange?" "Strange? Howso?" "I could have picked a different word." Her smirk lengthened. I eyed her suspiciously. "Try me."
"Okay, lets see here..." She began counting on her fingers. She ran out of fingers on that hand and started counting on the other. Uh oh..
"Stupid. Clumsy. Idiotic. Childish. Whiny...." I tried to ignore her. "..weird. Odd. Off-the-rocker. Easily Distracted. Dumb. Dweebish..." It didn't work that well. I covered my ears. "..mpossible. Annoying. ...HEY! Hey, Vash are you listening? You big dork!!"
I uncovered my ears and yawned. "That's nice." I commented.
She beamed sarcastically with narrowed eyes, and stuck out her tongue. "Broom head."
Author notes: La la la. So fun! ^____^ Did you like it yet? Enticed? Want more? *Waves next chapter above your head.* Eeheehee you can't reach it! :D
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