Much later, Nicholas D. Wolfwood was not at all surprised to find himself still sitting in the café named The Café. He was slumped over his side of the table, his chin resting on his hand, elbow propped upon the table, a crooked cigarette hanging from his lips. It was definitely a good thing they had sat in the smoking section. He'd long since lost track of the time. In fact, Wolfwood looked very much like a zombie of some sort. Perhaps that was where that "Dying from boredom" saying came from.

Vash was taking his lovely time, picking at the food on his remaining plates to form little pictures of things like bunny rabbits and smiley faces. There were empty dishes stacked in neat, high piles on either side of him. People that came and went in the small café always rested their gazes upon the strange man as they were seated and eating.

After a particularly spicy piece of sausage was placed in his mouth, Vash found himself frantically searching for his glass of water. Drops of sweat appeared across his forehead. Extremely hot substances had a tendency to make you hot yourself, you see.

Wolfwood heard Vash whimpering and looked up dazedly. "What's the matter with you now, needle noggin?"

Vash made a face and his eyes landed on the unused glass of ice water setting at Wolfwood's side. He lunged, a crazed maniac look plastered across his face. "HOLY SHIIIIT! You've really lost it!" Wolfwood jumped backward, thinking Vash was aiming for him, and succeeded in knocking his chair over, and drawing the attention of the rest of the café.

Vash scrambled for the glass with his glove-clad hands. He emptied the refreshing liquid down his throat in mere seconds. "Ahhh.. Much better!" He announced, looking rejuvenated.

Wolfwood just stared at him. "What the hell in the world.." he mumbled.

The dark-haired priest stepped forward and promptly smacked Vash in the back of the head. "Idiot needle noggin! You had me believing someone poisoned you and you were rabid comin' for the kill!"

"Ow!" Vash rubbed the back of his head, blinking. His eyes grew big and full of tears. "W-Wolfy." He sniffled. Wolfwood sweatdropped at him, "....What?"
"I didn't know you cared!!" cried Vash, flinging himself forward to cling to Wolfwood, but the other man had already sidestepped, and thus he smacked into the wall.

Wolfwood took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke. He laughed. "You're so stupid it's funny."

Vash got up and straightened his red coat. He made no reply, but returned to his seat, and to picking at his food.

Wolfwood grumbled and returned as well. "You do gotta pay me back for this, you know." He tested, eyeing Vash, curious of the man's response.

Vash choked. "Wha.......!? Eeeerrr.. But, Wolfy..!" "Wolfwood.." "Aren't you supposed to do all sorts of good deeds every day for the love of God? Shouldn't this count as one of those things?" Vash put on a sweet, innocent look.

Wolfwood sweatdropped yet again. "I do good things for people, but you still gotta pay me back."

"But Wolfwood--"
"--No but's! I could have left you to starve out there, you know. That wouldn't have been a very good deed."

No response came. Wolfwood blew a ring of smoke at the blonde gunman. Vash coughed and waved it away. He looked questioningly up, raising one eyebrow.

"Let me make you a straight deal. You are going to pay me back, or I will be forced to spill your secret. Right here. Right now."

Vash's eyes widened. "You wouldn't!"

Wolfwood grinned evilly. "Attention all diners! This man here is--OOF!!" Wolfwood found himself being tackled to the floor by the outlaw. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" Vash practically screamed. Wolfwood struggled to get free, giving Vash a good whack across the face. "He's Vash ThERMFGGHH!" Vash clapped his hand over Wolfwood's mouth.

"STOP! STOP! STOP! You evil preacher man!" The blonde abruptly found a bunch of his hair being yanked. Tears sprang up in his eyes. "Eeeoowwwwch!"

"No insulting priests, it's not good for your health!" Wolfwood finally managed to stagger to his feet and get a table between him and Vash. He paused thoughtfully then added, "May God have mercy on your soul.. VASH THE STAMPEDE!"

The reaction was simultaneous: The entire population of The Café stopped what they were doing, froze, looking straight at the red-clad gunman who was still sitting on the floor, looking noticeably more fidgety then before.

"OH MY GOD!!!" "Did he say Vash The Stampede!?" "AHHHH!" "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIEE!!" "It's Vash! Run for your lives!!"

A cloud of dust filled the entire café. Vash coughed, trying to wave the dust away with his hand. When it had settled, he noticed that the entire café was now empty.

Wolfwood started laughing his head off. Vash snorted and returned to the table.

"Well now I can eat in peace.." he said in a tiny voice, picking up his fork again.

Vash had barely placed the forkful of food in his mouth when a gunshot rang out. He looked up in surprise. Wolfwood stood blinking as the young waitress who'd taken their order stood alone, pointing a shotgun directly at Vash's head. Vash made a squeaky noise.

The girl spoke, her voice quivering, "V-V-Vash Th-The Stampede... You are n-nothing more then a... then a blood thirsty killer who eats raw brains for your meal!!" To prove her point (or so she thought), she pointed at one of the many empty plates on Vash's table. It had a pink substance and bright red blood smeared all over it.

Vash turned his head slowly to glance at the plate she motioned to. Slowly, because he didn't really want the girl to shoot him, of course.

Seeing what she referred to as brains, the blonde made yet another squeaky noise. "That's cotton candy and ketchup!!" he cried.

Wolfwood continued to blink, not really wanting to get involved, but rather see where this was headed.

The girl shook her head, her grip on the weapon firm, but shaky. "I don't believe you, sir.."

Vash thought for a moment, then grinned like the idiot he was. "You should know! After all, you took the order for us!"