A/N: Thank you, thank you! ^__^ I have so many funny images of how this is
going to go… Thankies time!
To Akima The Stampede Maxwell: Hee…I'm back! ^.^ Me glad you like! Me continue story! (Continues to rant like a cave woman)
Sammy: Mew. =-_-=
To Lynda-chan: Okay! I thank ye for the motivation! ^O^
To Kiki: Woohoo, fun stories are……………………fun! ^^;
Time to continue!
-Ca and her kitty Sammy =^.^=
~*~ Wearing You ~*~
Slowly, yet surely, Vash regained his consciousness. He shrugged and rolled over to retrieve a doughnut from the kitchen; he was hungry after that long nap. The man's eyes widened at the sight of his room: but it wasn't his!
The little room was so…clean and neat. There weren't any scattered papers or stray laundry, the dresser was spotless and the mahogany wood of it gleamed. Vash yelled out in surprise at the image he saw in the mirror of the dresser. It didn't reflect his image, but showed the petite image of Meryl Stryfe in his place.
"You're lying you stupid mirror!" he yelled out to no one in particular. Quite afraid to, but curious to find if the fact at hand was true, Vash pawed at his chest and looked down, eyes as wide as saucers, "Oh. My. God." If that wasn't enough proof, the sound of Meryl speaking his words had to be.
Vash calmed down for a moment, and pondered about his situation. If…if he looked like Meryl…and was in Meryl's room…would Meryl look like him? He rose from the quilted bed and hurried towards his original space. The Humanoid Typhoon nearly slammed into another wall, not being quite used to such a small and quick frame, not to mention the roof's decision to be higher up.
"Meryl?" Vash had swung the door to his own room to find another turning in response, another that looked exactly like him, "Whoa! I'm in two places at once!"
Meryl put an angry look on 'Vash's' face and grasped Vash's tiny shoulders, "That the hell are you doing in my body?
Vash looked up at Meryl's blazing emerald eyes, "Damn, I'm tall!"
"You baka! How about thinking of ways to find out how the hell we get turned back to normal?"
"Ummmm…I don't know. Do you, Meryl?"
Meryl felt very odd about screaming at her own face, and threw her arms up in exasperation, "You're no help at all!"
Vash's now feminine face donned a thoughtful expression and replied, "Well…we could always ask one of the others for help…"
"No!"
"…Why not?"
"Because!" Meryl considered Vash's suggestion, but hastily rejected it, "That's only a last resort. Besides, you wouldn't want your brother finding out about this, would you?"
He cringed at the notion. Although Vash enjoyed sharing his experiences with Knives (who really didn't enjoy it all that much), Knives would never let Vash live the whole 'being a woman' thing ever.
"Fine."
The two nearly jumped several feet into the air at the sudden call of the Tember and Tober twins, "Auntie Meryl, Uncle Vash! It's dinnertime!"
"Coming!" called Meryl. She smirked smugly at the anxious Vash, "Well, at least attempt to act like me, you baka!"
Ideas of many ways to humiliate Meryl filled Vash's mind as he grinned back, "Why should I?"
"If you don't, I can still make you look more idiotic than you usually do."
"Alright then. You win," agreed Vash. Then, he broadened his smile, and batted his eyelashes, "Oh Vash, you handsome man! Please escort me to the dinner table!"
Meryl slapped the back of Vash's head, but accepted, putting a muscular arm around Vash's, as they ambled into the kitchen.
Knives snorted mirthfully as Meryl and Vash took their seats at the table, "Well it took you two long enough!"
"It's okay Knives, they're here now," replied Milly. She turned to Wolfwood and gave a soft smile, "Would you like to lead the prayer?"
"Sure," answered Wolfwood, and he dipped his face downward and clasped his hands together,
"Thank you God for this meal,
and this cozy, comfy haven.
Let us pray only happiness we feel,
And live together tranquil, amen!"
After much feasting and talking, the youngest orphanage child, Marie, blinked and asked, "Uncle Vash?"
Both Meryl and Vash answered, "What?"
Vash turned a shade of red, remembering that he is supposed to be Meryl, and continued to eat 'daintily'. Meryl cleared her throat and repeated sweetly, "What is it Marie?"
Though hesitantly at first, the shy little girl continued, "Um, why are you sitting in Auntie Meryl's spot?"
Janus looked up and chirped, "Yeah!"
Meryl blinked for a second and looked to her two sides. She was sitting next to the end of the table, the end farthest from the kitchen. She looked to who was sitting at the very end, where Vash sat, posing as her.
Vash peered anxiously at Meryl, searching her for a witty explanation to come back with. Knives, who was now sitting next to Vash, merely declared slyly, "Well I have no complaint with the new seating arrangements."
Meryl's face picked up with a new idea. She laughed heartily, and grinned, "Oh, we just decided to try something different!"
There was silence among the table and Meryl's grin weakened a bit, 'Oh crap, I don't think they bought it…'
"Well…that sounds fair," Nick leaned back in his chair, and gazed at Vash and Meryl thoughtfully.
Vash sighed with relief, and said, "Well, I'm stuffed. That was spectacular, as usual, Milly!"
"Thank you Sempai," replied Milly brightly, "Aren't you going to stay for desert? We're going to have triple chocolate doughnuts tonight."
Meryl immediately spoke up, eyes looking to Vash for a fleeting moment, "Oh, my favorite!"
Vash nearly cracked into pieces and wanted to stay, but caught himself. Meryl never stayed for desert, and always retired to her room before going to sleep. Today was a Friday too, the day that she always worked on her weekly reports. Twitching internally, he replied, "No…th-thanks Milly. I'd rather…not. G'night."
Meryl chuckled quietly as Vash hurried into his new room.
~*~
Vash sat at the edge of his neatly fixed bed, wondering what he should do next. He looked at the digital clock on the nightstand – it read 7:49 PM. Vash knew that around this time, Meryl would stop her reports for Bernadelli and take a break to get ready for bed…which included… Vash chewed his tongue pensively. Brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, and… Vash turned blue at the notion – bathing and getting dressed.
Normally, he'd have no problem with gawking at a female's nudity but there was one little detail that changed his views: he'd be looking at *Meryl* who would actually be *himself* at the time. Vash jumped at the sound of knocking at his door, "Come in."
Meryl stepped in and closed the door behind her. She crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Vash, handing him a doughnut, "I figured since you actually tried to put up an act, I will share my desert with you."
Vash accepted it gratefully, and began to stuff his face with it, "Fankths!"
"Sure."
They sat together in silence, when Vash leaned against Meryl's now broad shoulders. She looked down at him with surprise, but he only snuggled into her arm some more. He looked up at her and smiled, "Well, it's not everyday that I get to be the shorter one; I may as well make the day worth it," he wrinkled his nose and added, "Geez, that coat reeks!"
Meryl shoved him over playfully, "Well of course it does! You're the one who never bothers to get it washed regularly."
Vash stopped for a second, but continued, "In speaking of washing, how exactly are we…?" He trailed off, hoping that Meryl would know what he was talking about.
Instantaneously (A/N: Ooooh, really big word for lil' Ca! ^^), Meryl seemed to catch his drift, and blushed, "Well…I hope we're back to normal before we really need to bathe…" She thought for a while. They could probably get away with skipping a bath for tonight, but the next day…she wasn't too sure about that. Meryl drew a deep breath and answered, "but if we aren't back to normal by tomorrow night, we'll have to, okay?"
Vash nodded in agreement, "Hey, maybe we'll be normal when we wake up in the morning!"
"I sure hope so."
"…Yeah."
Meryl stood up and retrieved her typewriter from her desk, and plunked herself onto the bed again, this time lying down on her stomach. She put some paper into the machine and started to type her Bernadelli reports for the week. Vash watched with curiosity, entranced but the steady clicking of the keys as Meryl typed. He still felt weird about watching himself doing Meryl-ish type things, particularly seeing those big, gloved hands typing so nimbly.
"Are you gonna mention this little…er, dilemma?"
"Huh?" Meryl looked up from her work, "Oh. Well…I doubt if the boss will believe me, but I guess I will."
Vash grew silent. Doing these reports have turned more and more into a habitual journal of sorts, for Meryl. Her boss knew almost everything about her through these, and we emphasize the word 'almost'. There were just some things that Meryl preferred to remain unsaid.
"Done," murmured Meryl, as she collected to completed report. She turned to Vash, "G'night Vash…Vash?"
She beamed warmly at the sight of Vash sound asleep. He looked so peaceful, even if it was her face that reflected it. After placing the report on the dresser, she propped Vash on the pillow and tucked him in. With that being done, she took the reports to her own new room, to retire for the night.
To Akima The Stampede Maxwell: Hee…I'm back! ^.^ Me glad you like! Me continue story! (Continues to rant like a cave woman)
Sammy: Mew. =-_-=
To Lynda-chan: Okay! I thank ye for the motivation! ^O^
To Kiki: Woohoo, fun stories are……………………fun! ^^;
Time to continue!
-Ca and her kitty Sammy =^.^=
~*~ Wearing You ~*~
Slowly, yet surely, Vash regained his consciousness. He shrugged and rolled over to retrieve a doughnut from the kitchen; he was hungry after that long nap. The man's eyes widened at the sight of his room: but it wasn't his!
The little room was so…clean and neat. There weren't any scattered papers or stray laundry, the dresser was spotless and the mahogany wood of it gleamed. Vash yelled out in surprise at the image he saw in the mirror of the dresser. It didn't reflect his image, but showed the petite image of Meryl Stryfe in his place.
"You're lying you stupid mirror!" he yelled out to no one in particular. Quite afraid to, but curious to find if the fact at hand was true, Vash pawed at his chest and looked down, eyes as wide as saucers, "Oh. My. God." If that wasn't enough proof, the sound of Meryl speaking his words had to be.
Vash calmed down for a moment, and pondered about his situation. If…if he looked like Meryl…and was in Meryl's room…would Meryl look like him? He rose from the quilted bed and hurried towards his original space. The Humanoid Typhoon nearly slammed into another wall, not being quite used to such a small and quick frame, not to mention the roof's decision to be higher up.
"Meryl?" Vash had swung the door to his own room to find another turning in response, another that looked exactly like him, "Whoa! I'm in two places at once!"
Meryl put an angry look on 'Vash's' face and grasped Vash's tiny shoulders, "That the hell are you doing in my body?
Vash looked up at Meryl's blazing emerald eyes, "Damn, I'm tall!"
"You baka! How about thinking of ways to find out how the hell we get turned back to normal?"
"Ummmm…I don't know. Do you, Meryl?"
Meryl felt very odd about screaming at her own face, and threw her arms up in exasperation, "You're no help at all!"
Vash's now feminine face donned a thoughtful expression and replied, "Well…we could always ask one of the others for help…"
"No!"
"…Why not?"
"Because!" Meryl considered Vash's suggestion, but hastily rejected it, "That's only a last resort. Besides, you wouldn't want your brother finding out about this, would you?"
He cringed at the notion. Although Vash enjoyed sharing his experiences with Knives (who really didn't enjoy it all that much), Knives would never let Vash live the whole 'being a woman' thing ever.
"Fine."
The two nearly jumped several feet into the air at the sudden call of the Tember and Tober twins, "Auntie Meryl, Uncle Vash! It's dinnertime!"
"Coming!" called Meryl. She smirked smugly at the anxious Vash, "Well, at least attempt to act like me, you baka!"
Ideas of many ways to humiliate Meryl filled Vash's mind as he grinned back, "Why should I?"
"If you don't, I can still make you look more idiotic than you usually do."
"Alright then. You win," agreed Vash. Then, he broadened his smile, and batted his eyelashes, "Oh Vash, you handsome man! Please escort me to the dinner table!"
Meryl slapped the back of Vash's head, but accepted, putting a muscular arm around Vash's, as they ambled into the kitchen.
Knives snorted mirthfully as Meryl and Vash took their seats at the table, "Well it took you two long enough!"
"It's okay Knives, they're here now," replied Milly. She turned to Wolfwood and gave a soft smile, "Would you like to lead the prayer?"
"Sure," answered Wolfwood, and he dipped his face downward and clasped his hands together,
"Thank you God for this meal,
and this cozy, comfy haven.
Let us pray only happiness we feel,
And live together tranquil, amen!"
After much feasting and talking, the youngest orphanage child, Marie, blinked and asked, "Uncle Vash?"
Both Meryl and Vash answered, "What?"
Vash turned a shade of red, remembering that he is supposed to be Meryl, and continued to eat 'daintily'. Meryl cleared her throat and repeated sweetly, "What is it Marie?"
Though hesitantly at first, the shy little girl continued, "Um, why are you sitting in Auntie Meryl's spot?"
Janus looked up and chirped, "Yeah!"
Meryl blinked for a second and looked to her two sides. She was sitting next to the end of the table, the end farthest from the kitchen. She looked to who was sitting at the very end, where Vash sat, posing as her.
Vash peered anxiously at Meryl, searching her for a witty explanation to come back with. Knives, who was now sitting next to Vash, merely declared slyly, "Well I have no complaint with the new seating arrangements."
Meryl's face picked up with a new idea. She laughed heartily, and grinned, "Oh, we just decided to try something different!"
There was silence among the table and Meryl's grin weakened a bit, 'Oh crap, I don't think they bought it…'
"Well…that sounds fair," Nick leaned back in his chair, and gazed at Vash and Meryl thoughtfully.
Vash sighed with relief, and said, "Well, I'm stuffed. That was spectacular, as usual, Milly!"
"Thank you Sempai," replied Milly brightly, "Aren't you going to stay for desert? We're going to have triple chocolate doughnuts tonight."
Meryl immediately spoke up, eyes looking to Vash for a fleeting moment, "Oh, my favorite!"
Vash nearly cracked into pieces and wanted to stay, but caught himself. Meryl never stayed for desert, and always retired to her room before going to sleep. Today was a Friday too, the day that she always worked on her weekly reports. Twitching internally, he replied, "No…th-thanks Milly. I'd rather…not. G'night."
Meryl chuckled quietly as Vash hurried into his new room.
~*~
Vash sat at the edge of his neatly fixed bed, wondering what he should do next. He looked at the digital clock on the nightstand – it read 7:49 PM. Vash knew that around this time, Meryl would stop her reports for Bernadelli and take a break to get ready for bed…which included… Vash chewed his tongue pensively. Brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, and… Vash turned blue at the notion – bathing and getting dressed.
Normally, he'd have no problem with gawking at a female's nudity but there was one little detail that changed his views: he'd be looking at *Meryl* who would actually be *himself* at the time. Vash jumped at the sound of knocking at his door, "Come in."
Meryl stepped in and closed the door behind her. She crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Vash, handing him a doughnut, "I figured since you actually tried to put up an act, I will share my desert with you."
Vash accepted it gratefully, and began to stuff his face with it, "Fankths!"
"Sure."
They sat together in silence, when Vash leaned against Meryl's now broad shoulders. She looked down at him with surprise, but he only snuggled into her arm some more. He looked up at her and smiled, "Well, it's not everyday that I get to be the shorter one; I may as well make the day worth it," he wrinkled his nose and added, "Geez, that coat reeks!"
Meryl shoved him over playfully, "Well of course it does! You're the one who never bothers to get it washed regularly."
Vash stopped for a second, but continued, "In speaking of washing, how exactly are we…?" He trailed off, hoping that Meryl would know what he was talking about.
Instantaneously (A/N: Ooooh, really big word for lil' Ca! ^^), Meryl seemed to catch his drift, and blushed, "Well…I hope we're back to normal before we really need to bathe…" She thought for a while. They could probably get away with skipping a bath for tonight, but the next day…she wasn't too sure about that. Meryl drew a deep breath and answered, "but if we aren't back to normal by tomorrow night, we'll have to, okay?"
Vash nodded in agreement, "Hey, maybe we'll be normal when we wake up in the morning!"
"I sure hope so."
"…Yeah."
Meryl stood up and retrieved her typewriter from her desk, and plunked herself onto the bed again, this time lying down on her stomach. She put some paper into the machine and started to type her Bernadelli reports for the week. Vash watched with curiosity, entranced but the steady clicking of the keys as Meryl typed. He still felt weird about watching himself doing Meryl-ish type things, particularly seeing those big, gloved hands typing so nimbly.
"Are you gonna mention this little…er, dilemma?"
"Huh?" Meryl looked up from her work, "Oh. Well…I doubt if the boss will believe me, but I guess I will."
Vash grew silent. Doing these reports have turned more and more into a habitual journal of sorts, for Meryl. Her boss knew almost everything about her through these, and we emphasize the word 'almost'. There were just some things that Meryl preferred to remain unsaid.
"Done," murmured Meryl, as she collected to completed report. She turned to Vash, "G'night Vash…Vash?"
She beamed warmly at the sight of Vash sound asleep. He looked so peaceful, even if it was her face that reflected it. After placing the report on the dresser, she propped Vash on the pillow and tucked him in. With that being done, she took the reports to her own new room, to retire for the night.