A TRIGUN FIC
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RECAP!!!!
Vash, and company arrived at the town where Legato had arranged a showdown between them, and the remaining Gun Ho Guns. Legato putting our heroes into a trance, making them think that the others where out to kill them. This, however, was not successful effecting Knives or Seiko, but once out of the trace they where too late to stop Vash in this dreaming state from shooting Critos.
TEN: World of Pain
"Hornfreak, you and Wolfwood help me carry Critos to the truck, he's still breathing!" Seiko ordered as Vash sank to the ground, looking around a minute.
"Legato got away… It's my fault, Critos is dead…" Vash sat in the dusty streets hand over his face, and his gun laying at his side, the bullets on the ground as the second generation Gun Ho Guns drove away, Wolfwood having volunteered to stay behind to cheer Vash up.
"Vash, come on the others already left, lets go we can't stay here. If we do, we'll drive Wolfwood crazy, see he's…. Puking all over the ground…" Knives starred wide-eyed at the former (and we accentuate former, just go ask Nick Jr.) priest hurled up his lunch all over the sidewalk where he had been standing on a few moments ago.
"What?" Vash's mind slowly dispersing the threads of guilt, his eyes focusing on the sight before him, "Wolfwood!"
"… Ump!" Wolfwood puked again, all over Knives who had run over to where Wolfwood had been kneeling.
"Damn! They took the truck!" Vash screeched and the realization that he would have to do to get Wolfwood to a doctor. Picking up Wolfwood, he slung him over his shoulder and made a mad dash for the town on the horizon, leaving Knives to eat his dust.
***
"Do you understand your mission?" Legato questioned the man before him the shadows swirling around him licking at his boots.
"Yes, Master Legato, I understand perfectly," the man clad in a tawny, hooded cape that hid his face, a tight fitting black shirt the background for a bomb recklessly strapped to his chest. More oddly, shadows swirling around him poling at his hood or flaring around like an aura, no one shadow falling on Legato, the shadows swirl like mist. "I am to destroy Vash the Stampedeo," he recited sounding as if he came directly out of the Japanese version. "If that traitor Knivesu is to get in the way, I shall kill him and the rest of those traitors from the Gun-Ho-Guns."
"Good and do remember to kill that baby, no lineage of the living plants or that girl," Legato winced at his own mentioning of the unnamed girl, "So, David Radcliff, go!"
"Yes, my liege," his hand tightening around the staff he carried, the glow of that sadistic smile, like Knives had when he landed on Gunsmoke, appearing under the hood, still not enough to penetrate that barrier of shadow. The man, David Radcliff disappearing into the shadows of the Gun-Ho-Gun headquarters heading towards his mission.
"Fool, Vash the Stampede, do you really believe that I would stopped at showing you the power of the Gun-Ho-Guns you already knew? Well you will soon see a powerful second generation that even you can never stop! Ha, ha, ha!" Legato chuckled to himself.
***
"Vash, what are doing here?" Med greeted the huffing and puffing one hundred and thirty something year old, who paused a moment when he entered to hospital doors, when it dawned on him " … Wolfwood! What happened to Wolfwood?"
"I have no idea, but I bet the doctor knows!" Vash skids to the desk, quickly scribbles something illegible onto the registration card then runs down a hallway skidding around a corner and slamming into that doctor from the space ship, Wolfwood flying at Med.
***
"Well, Vash, I have some good news and some bad knew about your friend Wolfwood, the bad news is-" that midget doctor from the space ship was cut off in his medical ramble by Vash.
"Doc, can I have the good news first… I need cheering up…" Vash looked over at the doctor, his hands briefly parting from in front of his face, then closing again his trench coat's tail hanging out of a trash can.
"Sure thing Vash," the doctor murmured a slight twinkle in his eye, "Well, we where able to remove it, and as long as Wolfwood stops smoking now and forever it won't be life threatening. Now the bad news is that Wolfwood has cancer of the lungs in its early stages."
"Huh…" 0.0 do you think you could do that again with the bad news first…."
"Ok, Your friend Wolfwood had and cancerous cluster of cells in his right lung from smoking. I have however removed it and I can almost guarantee that he will be fine if he never smokes a cigarette again. You may see him now as well."
"Ok… I get it now," Vash pauses a moment, then the light goes on, "I'll go see him now!"
"If you want," the doctor led the way around corridors by rooms, patients, and family chattering away in their rooms. Then a noise caught his attention, shrieks of agony, pained screams from one room, "Doc who's in-" Vash stopped reading the nametag on the door "… Critos…"
"Please, Vash, calm yourself you cannot visit him now, he's still recovering," the doctor rambled off like a true man of medicine, no passion. "Ah, here we are," the doctor jabbered on completely unfazed by Critos' screaming he swung open the door to Wolfwood's room.
"Thanks, doc," Vash walked in, noting Wolfwood was watching him form his bed one eye closed so the doctor would think him resting.
"Vash, be gentle, no pay back, I heard about that hospital incident," the doctor sternly warned, closing the door behind him, shutting out Critos.
"So what' cha came 'ere fer, Needle Noggin?" Wolfwood weakly rasped out, reaching for his cigarette and his lighter, Vash crunching down on his hand with the butt of his gun. "Ow! What the heck Tongari?"
"I'm here to help you quit!" Vash smiled, producing a pack of matches out of hospital air, "because if I don't then Milly would!" Vash happily picked up the packs of cigarettes and lighter.
"Look I thing that I'd prefer Mil-" Wolfwood was cut off his hand raised to take back the smoking items from Vash who was heading towards the door.
"Nonsense!" Vash continued by dumping all of the packs into the ashtray/trashcan that he had drug from out in the hallway, picking Wolfwood's wallet up off the dresser on the far side of the room he put that in too.
"Tongari what the-" Wolfwood was cut off as Vash tossed a lighted match onto the pile of stuff the smell of cigarette smoke and burning leather filling the air, surprisingly no sirens went off.
"Now for to cuep de gracie," Vash pronounced these words just as they are spelled here, throwing the matches and lighter into the flaming ashtray.
KA-BLAM!!
***
"Chi, what was that?" Med yelped as an explosion rocked the building.
"Just Vash, nothing to worry about. He is only trying to help Wolfwood-" Chi is stopped in mid sentence a shadow falling in his mind. 'Darkness, shadows, he is coming, we must leave, take Critos elsewhere. He is going after us!' Chi sent his thoughts accidentally to everyone within a twelve-mile radius, the vision disturbing him greatly. "Med, we must take our leave of here, with the others."
"What the hell is going on in here!?" Knives burst in, sweat dripping from a place possible, "You," he pointed at Chi, "first Vash runs off with Wolfwood not even waiting for me. Then I run the rest of the way across the dessert because I thought that you guys had a Gun Ho Gun problem when that big explosion went off, and find you three here sipping coffees! Then, you!" he jabs a finger into Chi's chest, Chi backing away, seeming to be afraid of his own shadow. "You! Go and scream to any one in this area where the Hell you guys are hiding and very unprepared for an attack!" Knives ranted on, chasing Chi around the waiting room until the doctor came in and forced him into a chair.
"Knives, it been ages, how are you?" the doctor grating Knives, having nothing better to do than talk.
Med, taking advantage of the doctor's unawareness, jumped behind his desk taking a nametag out of a box of used nametags and making a mad dash for Critos' room no doctors noticing him on the way. Opening the door to Critos' room, he went in, finding him reading a maga, the painkillers finally kicking in. "Yo," Med softly spoke to his friend.
"Yo," Critos weakly returned the greeting, sticking his finger on his place and closing the manga.
"Ya know we're gonna have to leave soon," Med looked down at his feet cursing how he always felt so uncomfortable in hospitals, even if he was the patient.
"I know," Critos looked sleepily at Med. Then nodding when he produced the nametag that read 'Kakeru Nazarene' and Critos' nametag, which he let go of, giving it to the breeze. The nametag wafting out of his hand flying down the hall and into the blazing inferno in Wolfwood's room where it burned up on the ashtray.
"See ya 'round," Med gave a small wave then left taping the nametag to Critos' door.
***
"Needle Noggin!" Wolfwood grabbed for Vash's neck from where he sat on the hospital floor while Vash was attempting to put out the flames by banging the cross-punisher on them.
"Hey, Vash, Wolfwood, the doc said that you can leave with us. We're going to you better be ready…" Hornfreak stopped his sentence when he saw the all to familiar scene, except for the flames, definitely not the flames. "Stand back," Hornfreak shouted, whipping out 'Hilde' his horn, that used one of his special melodies to extinguish the flames with the amplified the carbon dioxide of his breath putting them out.
O.O.
"Ok let's go!" Hornfreak walked towards the waiting room where the others waited for Vash and Wolfwood to get ready and stop playing around.
To be continued