A Booklight Story by Empress Galaxia (fluffywoodchuckqueen@hotmail.com)
"Why?"
It had been the sixth time the question had been asked. Five times, it had been avoided, or dismissed.
"There...there are things about my past you just wouldn't understand!"
"I'm not asking about all of your past, I just want an answer to my question!"
Vash leaned on Meryl's bureau. Meryl lie on her bed, exhausted from the conversation.
"Can't we continue this later?" she sighed.
Vash muttered, "It was just a simple question."
The subject of conversation was the four-inch booklight resting on Meryl's bureau.
The one in the shape of a penis.
Meryl sat up and faced him. "I was a crazy kid back in my college days. My friends bought it for me one birthday as a joke. That's it. That's the story."
Vash eyed it warily. "Then why do you still have it? It's...I mean..."
She snorted and raised an eyebrow at him. "It's not perceived as a threat to your masculinity, don't worry."
Vash's face turned bright red. "I don't--! It's not--! I'm much bih--! You should--!"
In lieu of a complete sentence, he did the next logical thing.
Vash grabbed the booklight and made a run for it.