As should be obvious, I do not own the rights to any of these characters from Trigun, Those Who
Hunt Elves, Kenshin, Digi Charat, Flame of Recca, or Berserk. No real spoiler in here so it
should all be okay and in good fun.
It's a cold evening out here in the West. I spend my time in the bars, trying to shake off
the coolness of the air that surrounds. Deserts are so odd. Hot in the day, freezing at night. But I
guess I am use to it.
I have had to get used to many things in my life. From the $60,000,000,000 bounty on my
head and the scars all over my body from trying not to kill, to those annoying insurance girls
following me everywhere.
If all that did not key you off, I am the legendary outlaw, Vash the Stampede. A hunter of
peace in search of the mayfly known as—
"Cut the crap."
"Ohh, why did you have to hit me? I was just explaining who I am."
Meryl Strife and Milly Thompson have gathered with Vash at the bar.
"We're not going to let you waste your time getting drunk," Meryl scolds.
"What else am I suppose to do between people trying to take my life?" he asks.
Meryl answers, "You do just as you say, hunt for peace, so evil does not cause our
premiums to go up."
Vash stares questioningly, "Umm..."
"What is it, Mr. Vash?" Milly questions.
"Exactly where am I suppose to find this evil?"
"I'm glad you asked," Meryl says. "We have an oddly dangerous new danger in our
dangerous lands of danger."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Yup! It's dangerous!" Milly happily announces.
Vash whines and says, "Can't I just avoid danger like the way I always avoid danger."
"You never avoid danger," Meryl angrily states. "Besides, this must be done for you to
redeem yourself."
"But everything I do is meant to redeem myself."
"Than this should not be a problem."
"Aye."
"What's the mission, ma'am?"
"You forgot already, Milly?" Meryl questions.
"Ahh..."
"Okay, this is what is happening," Meryl begins. "We have reports of a new danger. A
young schoolgirl just passed into our world from another dimension. Word has it she is packing
heavy artillery, like a T-74 tank."
"T-74?" Vash questions.
"Yes, it is her 'cannon of miracles'," Meryl comments as she hands him a picture. "Here
is what she looks like."
Vash's eyes become stars, "Ah, I wonder if I could be her cannon of miracles."
Meryl growls and yanks the picture from his grasp, "You have to capture her to make
sure she causes no damage."
"Will you tell me where she is?"
"Of course, Mr. Vash!" Milly gleefully shouts.
"You need to know where she is in order to capture her," Meryl says. "We heard she was
stationed at the old town of July."
"Poor July," Vash suddenly looks depressed. "Here I come!"
Vash excitedly jumps from his seat and sprints out the door shouting all along the way,
"I'm coming my pretty tankgirl! I'm coming to capture you and your heart!"
"What a moron," Meryl says to herself.
"Mr. Vash is sooo funny," Milly says.
"You don't have much of a life, do you Milly?"
"No, ma'am," she answers just as happily as ever.
"Ugh, let's just hope he doesn't screw up. Come on, Milly, we have to go follow him."
"Yes, ma'am."
The two girls get up and head out after the humanoid typhoon.
A man dressed in a blue uniform finishes his cigarette and tosses it on the ground.
"Saitou Hajime," another man calls out. "You have an enemy of uncomparable ability."
"What's different?" Saitou confidently questions.
"You have never faced an opponent like this before," the man says.
"He won't last long once faced with my Gatotsu," Saitou says as he pulls out another
cigarette.
"Overconfidence can be your worst enemy. All you former ex-Shinsengumi are like this,"
the man comments. "You think nothing can hurt you. I would have thought both Kenshin and
Shishio would have taught you a lesson or two about not being overconfident. I guess I was
wrong."
"That you were."
"Let's get on with this anyway," the man continues. "You are the best we have to offer
this opponent. He is threatening to take over Japan's government, and we need you to defeat
him."
"Tell me where, and consider it done."
"You will find him, sitting in a box, at a small shop in Tokyo."
"I am on my way."
Saitou turns to leave. The man who has given him his orders say one last thing, "Also, do
not be fooled by his size. And if you think you are the best at hiding your inner feelings from
your enemies, think again. This one can do it all."
Saitou brushes of the man's warning and walks away towards Tokyo.
"Dammit!"
A man slams his fist down on a table.
"That's the third village this week that has been burnt down," this man shouts. "What is
he trying to accomplish?"
Sitting on a stool, a man rests with a small glass of alcohol. A dragonslayer resting at his
side.
"Old man," he says. "What is your problem?"
The man glances over this rugged form and his deadly weapon. Startled, he speaks, "A
man, who has flames that come out of his arm, is destroying our villages. The townspeople are
crying out at their lost memories consumed by his flame."
"Who is this man?"
"His name is Kurei," the man answers. "Sir? What is your name?"
"My name is Gatts."
Gatts takes a moment to think about the name, "I do not know anyone of that name."
"We don't know where he came from, but he is terrorizing our people."
"Where is he now?"
"Last I heard he was at a little village, only a few miles south from here. We suspect it to
be burnt to the ground by the end of this week."
"Not if I can help it," Gatts says, standing up and sheathing his sword.
"You will stop him?" the man asks.
Gatts ignores the man and exits the bar. He begins marching south.
Hunt Elves, Kenshin, Digi Charat, Flame of Recca, or Berserk. No real spoiler in here so it
should all be okay and in good fun.
It's a cold evening out here in the West. I spend my time in the bars, trying to shake off
the coolness of the air that surrounds. Deserts are so odd. Hot in the day, freezing at night. But I
guess I am use to it.
I have had to get used to many things in my life. From the $60,000,000,000 bounty on my
head and the scars all over my body from trying not to kill, to those annoying insurance girls
following me everywhere.
If all that did not key you off, I am the legendary outlaw, Vash the Stampede. A hunter of
peace in search of the mayfly known as—
"Cut the crap."
"Ohh, why did you have to hit me? I was just explaining who I am."
Meryl Strife and Milly Thompson have gathered with Vash at the bar.
"We're not going to let you waste your time getting drunk," Meryl scolds.
"What else am I suppose to do between people trying to take my life?" he asks.
Meryl answers, "You do just as you say, hunt for peace, so evil does not cause our
premiums to go up."
Vash stares questioningly, "Umm..."
"What is it, Mr. Vash?" Milly questions.
"Exactly where am I suppose to find this evil?"
"I'm glad you asked," Meryl says. "We have an oddly dangerous new danger in our
dangerous lands of danger."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Yup! It's dangerous!" Milly happily announces.
Vash whines and says, "Can't I just avoid danger like the way I always avoid danger."
"You never avoid danger," Meryl angrily states. "Besides, this must be done for you to
redeem yourself."
"But everything I do is meant to redeem myself."
"Than this should not be a problem."
"Aye."
"What's the mission, ma'am?"
"You forgot already, Milly?" Meryl questions.
"Ahh..."
"Okay, this is what is happening," Meryl begins. "We have reports of a new danger. A
young schoolgirl just passed into our world from another dimension. Word has it she is packing
heavy artillery, like a T-74 tank."
"T-74?" Vash questions.
"Yes, it is her 'cannon of miracles'," Meryl comments as she hands him a picture. "Here
is what she looks like."
Vash's eyes become stars, "Ah, I wonder if I could be her cannon of miracles."
Meryl growls and yanks the picture from his grasp, "You have to capture her to make
sure she causes no damage."
"Will you tell me where she is?"
"Of course, Mr. Vash!" Milly gleefully shouts.
"You need to know where she is in order to capture her," Meryl says. "We heard she was
stationed at the old town of July."
"Poor July," Vash suddenly looks depressed. "Here I come!"
Vash excitedly jumps from his seat and sprints out the door shouting all along the way,
"I'm coming my pretty tankgirl! I'm coming to capture you and your heart!"
"What a moron," Meryl says to herself.
"Mr. Vash is sooo funny," Milly says.
"You don't have much of a life, do you Milly?"
"No, ma'am," she answers just as happily as ever.
"Ugh, let's just hope he doesn't screw up. Come on, Milly, we have to go follow him."
"Yes, ma'am."
The two girls get up and head out after the humanoid typhoon.
A man dressed in a blue uniform finishes his cigarette and tosses it on the ground.
"Saitou Hajime," another man calls out. "You have an enemy of uncomparable ability."
"What's different?" Saitou confidently questions.
"You have never faced an opponent like this before," the man says.
"He won't last long once faced with my Gatotsu," Saitou says as he pulls out another
cigarette.
"Overconfidence can be your worst enemy. All you former ex-Shinsengumi are like this,"
the man comments. "You think nothing can hurt you. I would have thought both Kenshin and
Shishio would have taught you a lesson or two about not being overconfident. I guess I was
wrong."
"That you were."
"Let's get on with this anyway," the man continues. "You are the best we have to offer
this opponent. He is threatening to take over Japan's government, and we need you to defeat
him."
"Tell me where, and consider it done."
"You will find him, sitting in a box, at a small shop in Tokyo."
"I am on my way."
Saitou turns to leave. The man who has given him his orders say one last thing, "Also, do
not be fooled by his size. And if you think you are the best at hiding your inner feelings from
your enemies, think again. This one can do it all."
Saitou brushes of the man's warning and walks away towards Tokyo.
"Dammit!"
A man slams his fist down on a table.
"That's the third village this week that has been burnt down," this man shouts. "What is
he trying to accomplish?"
Sitting on a stool, a man rests with a small glass of alcohol. A dragonslayer resting at his
side.
"Old man," he says. "What is your problem?"
The man glances over this rugged form and his deadly weapon. Startled, he speaks, "A
man, who has flames that come out of his arm, is destroying our villages. The townspeople are
crying out at their lost memories consumed by his flame."
"Who is this man?"
"His name is Kurei," the man answers. "Sir? What is your name?"
"My name is Gatts."
Gatts takes a moment to think about the name, "I do not know anyone of that name."
"We don't know where he came from, but he is terrorizing our people."
"Where is he now?"
"Last I heard he was at a little village, only a few miles south from here. We suspect it to
be burnt to the ground by the end of this week."
"Not if I can help it," Gatts says, standing up and sheathing his sword.
"You will stop him?" the man asks.
Gatts ignores the man and exits the bar. He begins marching south.