Okay, this I guess could be called my Disclaimer or something like that. Vash The Stampede, The Planet Gunsmoke, Millions Knives, Nicholas D. Woofwood, Meryl Stryfe, and Milly Thompson are not mine. They never will be nor ever were. I hope you enjoy my Fan Fic.

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A/N: Grrrr.stupid V-day. Messed up and everything. Beware, a ton of hate and anger and violence in this chapter, maybe. . . .not.

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Katrina bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. Inside the coffin-like box was a body. He appeared to be dead. His complexion was pale, almost white, and he was covered with dried blood.

She reached out to check for a pulse of some sort but doubted if there would be any. The man lay still. So very still. She sucked in a lungful of air and held it. Her hands reached shakily towards him and lightly touched his neck.

His eyes shot open and focused directly on her.

Katrina stopped short. She looked directly into the aqua-marine orbs that had so suddenly focused on her. She let her breath out slowly and steadily. For some unknown reason, she didn't scream or feel afraid in the least bit. The look on his face seemed to be that of a lost child.

"Don't worry. . . . I won't hurt you." She cooed. It was like talking to a baby or a frightened animal.

He reached out and closed his hands on the edge of the box. Only then did Katrina notice that his left arm was artificial. He pulled him self up with a grimace of pain and a slight moan.

"Where. . . . where am I?" He seemed unsure of himself. He looked around and his blonde hair fell into his eyes. He brushed it aside absentmindedly.

"You are onboard the Ist. It is a intergalactic trade ship that is currently in route to the planet Earth." She looked him over and noticed the many scars covering his body. 'Who is this man?' she asked herself silently.

He looks down at himself and notices the fact that he is wearing nothing but a pair of tattered old jeans. He blushes violently and looks at the girl. He had never seen anyone like her. She had jet black hair with purple streaks running through it and vivid green eyes to compliment. Her clothes were an oddity also. She was wearing a black tank-top with a mesh long- sleeved shirt underneath.

She stood up and offered her hand. "C'mon, we need to get you cleaned up and checked out." She realized her rudeness and introduced herself, "By the way, my name is Katrina."

He took her hand and stood up. He gave her a half hearted smile and nodded. "You can call me Ericks."

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"And what exactly are these supposed to be?" Ericks held up a pair of tastfully torn jeans.

"Pants." Katrina had broken in to her friend, Ben's, room and grabbed some clothes from his closet. The looked like they would fit the blonde.

Ericks shrugged and retreated to the bathroom and pulled on the jeans. They were rather comfortable. He eyed the rest of the pile of clothes the girl had brought him. There was a mesh shirt similar to hers, he tossed that aside, there was also a long-sleeved navy blue shirt with a skull on it. He pulled that on and looked in the mirror. Not really his style but he had to admit, he did look good.

"Are you almost done in there?" Katrina called from the other side of the door.

He slipped on the sunglasses that were in the pocket of his other pants and opened the door.

"What do you think?" She asked him. 'Man, this guy sure is hot. . .'

He winked at her from behind the orange lenses. "Not what I'm used to but I like."

"C'mon, we'll be landing soon and we need to be in the holding areas." She grabbed a backpack from the bed and headed for the door.

"Uh. . .okay." He slipped his hands into his pockets and followed her out the door and down the hall.

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A/N: I honestly feel sorry for those of you who haven't caught on yet. The blonde hair, aqua-marine eyes, hell, even the sunglasses. Not to mention the name. Well, any who, R&R People, please! Me need ideas. I am sorry about the length though. . . I don't have the patience to make them very long, or the time. This would have been posted sooner but the whole FanFiction.net splitting and adding FictionPress.net threw me off a little bit. Next chapter should have more action and such, it might even involve Meryl and Milly and Woofwood. I dunno yet. . .