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Ok, after this chapter I will not write another until I have at least, lets say.. 4 reviews, I have already written two chapters without getting a single review, and I will not continue writing this story if I know nobody likes it, so PLEASE review!
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For the next week nothing much happened, he even started to settle into a rhythm, he woke up around noon, ate lunch, slept for a few hours, woke to ate dinner, then went back to sleep. After a few days he was able to stand and walk, but it was very painful, so he usually just stayed in bed.
He didn't see Vash after the man had helped Wolfwood stop him during his painful fit the previous week. But he found out while talking to Wolfwood a couple of days earlier that Vash would sit near the bed for large amounts of time, just sit their as if he were watching over him.
One day, Murgen woke up early, well before noon. No sooner had he opened then he heard something move beside him, then he saw Vash's backside as he headed for the door. "Wait!" he called after him. The man in the red coat stopped just inside of the door, and reluctantly turned around. Murgen slowly began to sit up, about halfway up he grimaced as a sharp pain went through his side, Vash was there in a second to help him up. He was feeling much better, but it was amazing how much something as simple as sitting up hurt. He leaned back against the headboard, sighed deeply.
"Are you feeling much better?" Vash asked, a worried expression on his face.
A nod. "Yeah, bet ya I could run a marathon." He said sarcastically, giving a weak smile. Vash's face remained solemn, almost contemplative.
After a short, uncomfortable silence, Vash finally smiled feebly and nodded as if just hearing. After another short silence, Vash took a deep breathe and started to say something but seemed to think better of it.
Murgen noticed "What's on your mind?" He wanted to find out what was on the outlaws mind, and he didn't want to beat around the bush, so he decided to be blunt.
Vash seemed taken aback at the frankness of the question, he stuttered for a second, then relaxed himself.
"Well. uh. it's just that. I'm sorry." Sorry? That's all he had to say? He was that reluctant about an apology? Murgen was starting to get a bit mad.
"Sorry? You are sorry!? Just because one person could have died because they had been mistaken as you? I don't see why you should be sorry, I am sure that in order for you to get a bounty as big as the one on your head, you must have killed hundreds of people! Hell! You probably had to destroy a whole damn town! What would you care if one more person died because of you!?" He was breathing heavily, the breathe gone from his lungs, he took a moment to steady himself, he glared at Vash, but as soon as he saw the way his words had stung the man his anger was completely swept away. Vash looked as if he had been struck by a fist, his eyes downcast, absorbing the man's words. He started to clinch and unclench his fists; he looked up suddenly, his eyes filled with rage. He seemed to be trying as hard as he could to not strike the injured man in front of him.
"I have NEVER killed ANYONE! At least not directly. I have destroyed a city, but it was completely empty, I would not be able to live with myself if I knew I had killed an innocent, or if someone else had been killed because of something that I have done!" after the few seconds it took him to catch his breathe, he seemed to deflate. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled, you had every reason to be mad at me." He stood and headed for the door."
"Wait!" Murgen called after him once again, he was ashamed of the way he had acted. Vash half turned, seemed to brace himself against another verbal, or maybe even physical assault. "Apology accepted." They both smiled. Vash nodded, was relieved to not have made yet another enemy. He turned and walked out the door.
No sooner had Vash closed the door, then it came slamming open again, and in the doorway stood Wolfwood, who looked worried, had probably heard all the shouting and thought there had been a fight. "What..what happened?"
"Nothing, Vash just apologized for everything, I blew up in his face, a short verbal fight ensued, we made up, he left.."
"Oh, are you guys on good terms now?"
Nod. "Indeed, I think this may be the start of a good friendship."
I know, I know, it was short, but that's all I could think of, and if I had put what plan on putting in the next chapter it probably would have been 2000+ words, and I don't like writing really long chapters, takes to long. I promise it will get better, so please review, like I said, it will take at least 4 reviews to get a new chapter, so review already!
Ok, after this chapter I will not write another until I have at least, lets say.. 4 reviews, I have already written two chapters without getting a single review, and I will not continue writing this story if I know nobody likes it, so PLEASE review!
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For the next week nothing much happened, he even started to settle into a rhythm, he woke up around noon, ate lunch, slept for a few hours, woke to ate dinner, then went back to sleep. After a few days he was able to stand and walk, but it was very painful, so he usually just stayed in bed.
He didn't see Vash after the man had helped Wolfwood stop him during his painful fit the previous week. But he found out while talking to Wolfwood a couple of days earlier that Vash would sit near the bed for large amounts of time, just sit their as if he were watching over him.
One day, Murgen woke up early, well before noon. No sooner had he opened then he heard something move beside him, then he saw Vash's backside as he headed for the door. "Wait!" he called after him. The man in the red coat stopped just inside of the door, and reluctantly turned around. Murgen slowly began to sit up, about halfway up he grimaced as a sharp pain went through his side, Vash was there in a second to help him up. He was feeling much better, but it was amazing how much something as simple as sitting up hurt. He leaned back against the headboard, sighed deeply.
"Are you feeling much better?" Vash asked, a worried expression on his face.
A nod. "Yeah, bet ya I could run a marathon." He said sarcastically, giving a weak smile. Vash's face remained solemn, almost contemplative.
After a short, uncomfortable silence, Vash finally smiled feebly and nodded as if just hearing. After another short silence, Vash took a deep breathe and started to say something but seemed to think better of it.
Murgen noticed "What's on your mind?" He wanted to find out what was on the outlaws mind, and he didn't want to beat around the bush, so he decided to be blunt.
Vash seemed taken aback at the frankness of the question, he stuttered for a second, then relaxed himself.
"Well. uh. it's just that. I'm sorry." Sorry? That's all he had to say? He was that reluctant about an apology? Murgen was starting to get a bit mad.
"Sorry? You are sorry!? Just because one person could have died because they had been mistaken as you? I don't see why you should be sorry, I am sure that in order for you to get a bounty as big as the one on your head, you must have killed hundreds of people! Hell! You probably had to destroy a whole damn town! What would you care if one more person died because of you!?" He was breathing heavily, the breathe gone from his lungs, he took a moment to steady himself, he glared at Vash, but as soon as he saw the way his words had stung the man his anger was completely swept away. Vash looked as if he had been struck by a fist, his eyes downcast, absorbing the man's words. He started to clinch and unclench his fists; he looked up suddenly, his eyes filled with rage. He seemed to be trying as hard as he could to not strike the injured man in front of him.
"I have NEVER killed ANYONE! At least not directly. I have destroyed a city, but it was completely empty, I would not be able to live with myself if I knew I had killed an innocent, or if someone else had been killed because of something that I have done!" after the few seconds it took him to catch his breathe, he seemed to deflate. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled, you had every reason to be mad at me." He stood and headed for the door."
"Wait!" Murgen called after him once again, he was ashamed of the way he had acted. Vash half turned, seemed to brace himself against another verbal, or maybe even physical assault. "Apology accepted." They both smiled. Vash nodded, was relieved to not have made yet another enemy. He turned and walked out the door.
No sooner had Vash closed the door, then it came slamming open again, and in the doorway stood Wolfwood, who looked worried, had probably heard all the shouting and thought there had been a fight. "What..what happened?"
"Nothing, Vash just apologized for everything, I blew up in his face, a short verbal fight ensued, we made up, he left.."
"Oh, are you guys on good terms now?"
Nod. "Indeed, I think this may be the start of a good friendship."
I know, I know, it was short, but that's all I could think of, and if I had put what plan on putting in the next chapter it probably would have been 2000+ words, and I don't like writing really long chapters, takes to long. I promise it will get better, so please review, like I said, it will take at least 4 reviews to get a new chapter, so review already!
