(Author's notes of the two psycho/crazy sues who are henceforth to be referred to as A and B)
A: Hello readers! (I say readers because there are…three of you now.) We are so glad you have chosen to read this!
B: TOO MANY FANFICS....AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! *passes out *
A: Errr… forgive her folks, she has to work on too many monster fics, I think she's broken her brain… Well onward!
Disclaimer: No…we still don't own Trigun… Probably never will, so don't sue us…*pun unintentional *
Chapter 3: Unfortunate Winds
Vash looked at the occupants of the nearby bed. He'd cleaned their wounds as best he could but they needed to bathe and remove the now-dry bluish green substance covering them from head to foot. The one closer to him caught his attention as she stirred and awoke.
The first woman winced like she was listening to someone yell in her ear, and opened her eyes. She stared up at the ceiling above and moved her arm discovering how horribly stiff it actually was, in fact, which seemed to be the case with all of her limbs. She sat up, and rubbed her temples and groaned slightly before noticing the red-coated man. She moved back rather swiftly, which appeared almost out of character for her.
"It's okay- don't be afraid!" Vash leaned forwards and held out his hands in a stop motion.
The woman winced again, and pressed her hand on her stomach where she had been cut. She pulled her hand back, and stared at the bandages on it. She took a moment and realized she was covered in bandages and that dried fluid from the Stasis Tanks.
"You shouldn't move around too much..." Vash stood up, and took a bowl and piece of cloth off the table near him. He sat down on the bed she was in, and dipped the rag into the water. "You'll hurt yourself more, and we don't want that at all!" He smiled and handed her the damp rag. "My name is Vash," He said cheerfully as she took the rag from him and wiped some of the dirt and dried blue fluid off her face.
"My name... is Lomnen," The woman smiled back at him, and handed held out the rag for him to take.
"Who's she then?" Vash pointed to the bed that was beside Lomnen's.
"Her name is Iriya, she is my partner." Lomnen smiled and leaned towards Iriya's bed to check on her, she looked fine, but she was sleeping like a rock.
"Partner?" Vash blinked at Lomnen and took the rag from her.
"Yes, we are terraformers," Lomnen replied quietly, and blinked at Vash. "You wouldn't happen to know where we are...would you?"
"What's a terraformer?" Vash asked with a blank look.
"They are people who go out...to planets to see if they can sustain life..." Lomnen paused, as if trying to remember more.
"But...How do you...?" Vash gave her an amazed look, and trailed off just as Iriya began to stir.
"Iriya?..." Lomnen leaned towards her partner and watched her awaken rather than answering Vash's question.
Iriya groaned as she looked at her friend and partner. "What happened?"
"We were saved from a nasty group of men by Mr. Vash here." Lomnen spoke softly to her and motioned to the man sitting on the bed behind her.
Iriya's piercing green gaze turned to the red clad man. "I see. Then, thank you Mr. Vash,"
He smiled and raised a hand, "just Vash"
"He seems like a very nice man," Lomnen smiled at her partner, and scooted back on the bed a little. Iriya just smiled.
"So," Vash began, "About terraforming-"
"Oh Iriya, how's your head? Does it hurt?" Lomnen leaned over to inspect the bandages and large bruise on her partner's head.
"Yes, I don't think the stasis mechanisms worked correctly. But I can't remember clearly..."
"It would probably explain why we are covered in the Bionic fluids, rather than having been washed off as usual..." Lomnen sighed, and referred to the waking procedures they normally followed.
"Stasis mechanisms? Bionic fluids? Terraformers?" Vash looked horribly confused but continued to listen anyways.
Iriya turned to him, "Do you know where we could wash off?"
He stared for a moment then smiled, "Unfortunately no. This town doesn't have a lot of water and there are no ponds or streams around," he said.
"Well, I'd still like to walk around," Lomnen said as she stood.
Vash looked up at her, "Are you sure?"
Iriya stood up, "Of course we're sure," They headed for the door.
"Don't worry Mr. Vash we wont get lost, we promise." Lomnen bowed and almost toppled over, but recovered herself and headed for the door again.
Lomnen opened it and Iriya turned, "Vash, thank you for taking care of us. We really appreciate it.
Lomnen peeked from behind the door, "Mr. Vash? Didn't you say there wasn't a lot of water here?"
"There isn't," He replied.
"But there's a pond right outside..."
Vash looked past her, surely enough, there was a small pond outside. "Wha?" He could have sworn that wasn't there before but he couldn't be sure. IT was dark and he'd been carrying the two of them when he found this cabin.
"Well, I guess I was wrong. You girls go ahead," He said going back inside and closing the door.
"What a gentleman," Lomnen said with a half smirk of a smile.
Iriya eyed her partner, "What are you talking about? He's looking out the window,"
Not hearing their conversation, Vash knelt at the window, hands on the sill and eyes wide.
"Oh well," Lomnen and Iriya exchanged knowing glances. As each began to undo the clasps of her suit, Vash's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Lomnen had barely exposed her shoulders when a sudden gust of wind blew. Vash's face inched closer and closer to the window as it suddenly swung wide open; slapping him full force. "OWWWWWW,"
The women were clean and redressed before Vash regained his senses. He stepped out as the girls were finishing up. Iriya leaned over wringing out the raven red tresses of her hair. Lomnen stood, back arched, and hands at the back of her neck, redoing a clasp.
Iriya's suit was whit and green and punctuated every single curve and crevice in her body. It covered everything from her neck down and contrasted starkly with her black-red hair. Her unnerving eyes stood out from behind wet bangs and the moonlight made her look almost surreal.
Lomnen struggled to re-hook the clasp on the back of her white and blue flight suit, that was rather identical to Iriya's. The suit was skin tight, for the most part, it had a few pieces of padding on it, and a few insulated wires that ran the length of it. The main portion was a body suit that had white gloves and boots attached, and a pair of long pieces of fabric that fell down from her shoulder blades to her heels, that gave her a rather celestial look in the moonlight. She finally gave up on the clasp, and tossed her a-cut dark blue hair back a few times to dry it out which consequentially exposed her pointed ears.
"I hope that window didn't hurt Mr. Vash too Much Iriya..." Lomnen sighed, and walked back towards the house.
"Oh yes, are you all right Mr. Vash?" Iriya smiled
"One, it's just Vash, no Mr. Two, it takes more than that to injure me!" He struck a triumphant pose.
"Oh that's good Mr. Vash...When you didn't regain consciousness I was getting a little worried..." Lomnen smiled, and entered the cabin.
"Huh?"
"...We were out there for a while- we even had to come in and look for towels because we didn't have anything to wear until our suits dried out... But there weren't any so we came to check on you and then went back out…" Lomnen explained their whole escapade while Vash was unconscious and sighed. "But I guess you're alright now..."
[A/N: ... The exact expression of Vash The Stampede could not have possibly been
Captured in words, however we WILL tell you what he did...]
Iriya followed Lomnen inside, leaving Vash to himself.
"...Why me...?" Vash looked up to the sky, and whined pitifully.
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