I don't own Trigun. However, where this idea came from, I don't know.
Yah here I am gonna write another after Trigun fic. I think it's gonna be a life long obsession.
Chiriko-chan
^_^= HEY, EVERYONE! HE DIDN'T – DER – HE TOOK MY JOB, BUT I'M HERE TO TELL YOU THAT THIS IS HIS SOLO PROJECT! YAY! ^_^=
Next: one
"Tongari…" Wolfwood called to the six foot three gunman, who was slumbering like a baby – pose and all! "Tongari," chanted Wolfwood again waving his hand in front of the incapacitated by alcohol one hundred and forty year old. "Vash! Wake up!" the tall dark-haired priest reaching back for a full swing slap.
"I'm up! I'm up already! I don't want to be slapped! NNNNNOOOOOOOO!" yelled Vash springing up from his sleeping position into one of kneeling at Wolfwood's feet hugging Wolfwood's legs.
"Hey! Tongari, get off now!" shouted Wolfwood as he jumped up managing to loose Vash's grasp, landing with a thud against Meryl's office door.
"What ever Mr. Thomson," retorted Vash grabbing back onto Wolfwood's legs with a death grip just to defy him.
"Hey! Don't you ever call me Mr. Thompson, Tongari!" yelled Wolfwood back not wanting to be called by Milly's last name.
"Mr. Thompson."
"Tongari."
"Mr. Thompson!"
"Tongari!"
"MR. THOMPSON!"
"TONGARI!"
"MR. THOMPSON!"
"TONGARI!"
"MR. THOMPSON!"
"TONGARI!"
"MR. THOMPSON!!!!!"
"MR. STRYFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"VASH, WOLFWOOD SHUT UP! AND LEAVE ME OUT OF YOUR ARGUMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled a pregnant Meryl from the room where she was typing her report of Vash's latest incident at a bar ten towns away that happened last week.
"…" Was all Wolfwood or Vash had to say for five minutes before they slipped into Vash's garage.
"It must be fun to be married to Meryl," taunted Wolfwood as he leaned against Vash's half demolished car.
"Hey, did you just come here to annoy me or what?" asked Vash narrowing his eyes.
"No, I came to tell you Knives ran away and a whole town has just gone missing."
"What…?" Vash stopped, his blood freezing. "Where did he go – where did Knives go?"
"I can take you there," stated Wolfwood indicating his motorcycle outside.
"No way. I am not about to ride that thing again," decided Vash shaking his head. "We'll use my car."
"Hey! That crash was a one-time thing; okay? I have a…" Wolfwood was cut off as Vash interrupted.
"I don't want to hear it. We are riding in my car." With that said, Vash threw himself over the side of the car into the driver's seat.
"Ok, Vash, you can ride in your old rust bucket of a car, but I'm gonna ride my shiny new motorcycle I bought this morning," declared Wolfwood. As he stuck his tongue out and hoping into his new jet-black motorcycle.
***
"Gee this thing goes fast Mr. Wolfwood," asked a sidecar that appeared to have nothing in it.
"You bet it does!" declared Wolfwood.
"Do you know where we're going?" a flash of indigo hair caught Wolfwood's eyes.
"Ya-," Wolfwood began then thought 'what a minute Vash didn't come with me that's his car behind me…and Meryl would never come….' Wolfwood turned back to see that yes, Vash's car was there and there was Vash in it waving like a dork. 'Ok then…' Wolfwood's thoughts where cut off when his motorcycle hit a bump sending a child hopping up in the side car like bread in a toaster! He had Vash's eye's and Meryl's hair color with Vash's hairstyle, "Chiby Vash! What are you doing sneaking around in my motorcycle? Didn't your dad ever tell you not t get in someone's car without asking?" Wolfwood screamed as 'Chiby Vash' as he was called, (his full name is *Vermilion Vashu Stryfe-Megalopolis) dawned a pair of motorcycle goggles and leaned forward to fell as if he's going faster.
"No, not even Mom… I think."
To be continued…
* I apologize for stealing my sister's name for Vash.
