Disclaimer!! Disclaimer!! I DO NOT...own Trigun. That belongs to Mr. Nightow, the brilliant creator of Trigun. But I do have three DVDs that I mentioned before AND a Kuroneko plushie. Now if they only made one of Vash....

Vash: Dun even think about it!!

RCO: Too late. *turns Vash into plushie and huggles him* Thank you to the people who have been reviewing this fic. You are the bomb!! And here is your reward for reviewing....ANOTHER CHAPTER!! This one might be a bit boring...oh well...its still developing....

Vash plushie: *high-pitch voice* You're rambling...

RCO: OH! Oy...sorry...well...LOVE AND PEACE!! Here's chapter 4!!!

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Chapter 4: White Lies

Vash entered the saloon along with the other specators of the rather interesting fight, counting his winnings. He still had the girl's trench coat and she never came by to get it back from him, he'd have to go to her room later. He sat down at the same table that he sat at to begin with.

People started to flow back in, most of them talking about the fight. Some others were theorizing on how the girl got her skills. It was amazing to see a person fight like that. It was as though she just went with the flow and stayed relaxed, making every move to her advantage.

Vash sat down at the table and pocketed the money just as Milly and Meryl came over and sat down. Meryl noticed the money being put in Vash's pocket.

"You disappear from the fight and you come back with money. Where'd you get it," Meryl asked in an annoyed tone as she glared at Vash.

"I made a bet on the fight and won," Vash simply stated.

"How much?"

"$$5000."

"$$5000!! Why in the world did you bet that amount of money?!"

The saloon quickly quieted with Meryl's outburst and turned to see what was happening. Meryl noticed that the attention was brought to them out of the corner of her eye.

"There's nothing to see," Meryl snapped at the people in the saloon, making them quickly turn away. Then she turned back to Vash for his answer.

"I knew she would win," Vash said quietly. "The way she moves is different than how most humans move."

Meryl nodded. "Yeah, right. And I see that you still have her trench coat."

"Yup," Vash stood. "I was actually going to go up to her room to give it to her."

"I'll come with," Meryl stated.

Milly chimed in then out of the blue. "Well, she did move quite differently when she fought than how most people would have. I wonder if she is that genetic experiment that escaped."

Meryl and Vash gave Milly weird looks. "How could that be," Meryl asked. "She looks normal to me."

"Well, you never know," Milly responded back.

They all walked up to the bar and asked the bartender where the girl's room was at. Then they headed up the stairs towards the girl's room.

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5201 sat in her room, brushing her hair smooth. On the desk that she sat at was a pair of silver scissors. She was trying to figure out how to cover her ears easier and more comfortable. It got annoying with her hair pressed up against her ear constantly.

5201 then reached for the scissors and headed to the bathroom to look in the mirror for when she starts to cut her hair. She studied herself in the mirror, taking bits of her hair and trying to figure out the length she should cut her hair, or at least the front part so she can cover her ears.

She was about to start cutting her hair when she heard someone knocking on her door. Her eyes went slightly wider in surprise. 5201 set the scissors down and smoothed her hair over her ears before leaving the bathroom.

Exiting the bathroom, she located her gloves and boots and put them on loosely. Just before she opened the door, she sniffed the air to pick up a familiar scent from before, but she just couldn't place a face to it. She wondered who it was though, since it is the very first time that she's ever had visitors.

Carefully, 5201 opened the door to reveal three people. Two of them women, one short, with short, blue-black hair and is wearing all white and the other taller with long brown hair and big blue eyes. The third person was a tall man, but still a good inch short than 5201, she was the tallest out of the group standing there. He has blonde hair that spikes upwards and blue-sea green eyes. He wore a red trench coat much like hers, which ended up reminding her that she left hers somewhere. Then it clicked in her mind, that was what this group of three were here for: to give back her trench coat.

"Hello," 5201 greeted, her voice wavering a little bit, but no one seemed to notice.

The blonde man smiled as he had to look up slightly. "You forgot this." He held out her black trench coat.

"Oh, thank you." She took the trench coat. "Ummm....would you like to come in? I never had visitors before."

5201 stood off to the side to allow the trio in. They entered and made themselve comfortable in her room, either on her bed or in the chairs.

The blonde man spoke up again. "That was some fight. It got me $$5000."

"Really," 5201 said in a questioning tone. "Glad I could do that and keep my promise to you."

He smiled in a friendly way and laughed slightly. "Yeah, I don't like seeing people get killed. Not to mention that just seeing blood gets me a bit queasy."

The two women stayed silent during the whole conversation. The blonde man looked over at them a moment, then spoke. "Hey, I didn't quite catch your name. I'm Vash the Stampede." Then he gestured to to the women, first to the one wearing all white. "And that's Meryl Stryfe and Milly Thompson. They are usually more talkative than this."

5201 smiled uncomfortably and nodded in their direction. She didn't know any names to use, so instead of just avoiding it she decided to just tell them the truth. They seemed trustworthy enough, especially if they were nice enough to bring back her trench coat. She sighed and diverted her eyesight away from the trio.

"I don't have a name," 5201 said quietly.

Vash blinked, confused. "Huh?"

She faced them then, a tad bit frustrated. " I don't have a name."

Unless, you want to consider a bunch of numbers a name, She thought.

"How is that-" Meryl started to say, but stopped after she realized what 5201 said. "But everyone has a name, even if its a nickname."

5201 turned her back to the group again. "Well....I just don't."

"That's...." Vash tried to find the right word. "Interesting. So just who are you then. Like describe yourself."

She sighed as she decided to sit cross-legged on the floor. "I guess I'm just a lone wanderer. Coming and going from town to town, like the breeze."

"Sounds like Vash," Meryl stated.

Vash turned his head a muttered. "But she doesn't have companions."

5201 smiled at the comment. "Granted I just basically started my travels. I ran away from where I used to be."

"And where you used to be, they didn't give you a name?"

"Nope, not even a nickname."

Milly chimed in with her usual cheeriness. "Then how about we give you one."

5201 shrugged. "Sure."

The three thought for a moment, leaving the room silent. Vash leaned back and thought. Milly and Meryl also thought of names for 5201 to have. Milly was the first one to speak.

"Hey, I know what your name can be." Milly chimed in again, breaking the silence.

"What?" 5201 was anxious. Anything is better than what I have.

"Devi. Its the name of an old friend I had back in grad school, she's tough, yet nice."

5201 smiled, making her eyes sparkle slightly. "Hm...I like it. I'll be named Devi then."

Milly beamed. Then Meryl stood. "We should be going now."

5201, or Devi, gave a short nod. "Alright."

Meryl was the first one to the door, being followed by Vash and Milly. They said their good-byes and left Devi alone. Devi then went back to the bathroom to finish what she was about to start. She was surprised with herself that she was able to avoid the real truth. Devi knew she only told half the truth. At least she got lucky and they didn't press the issue by asking more questions. She probably would have broke down and told them.

Devi sighed, As long as no one figures out what I truly am, I'll be able to leave this town with little problems.

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Whew! What a LONG chapter((ok..maybe not THAT long))!! And probably boring. Well, I hope you liked it. R&R, PLEASE!!!!! I would just love it if you reviewed!!

Vash: Please, do! She's getting on my nerves!!!!

RCO: *glares at Vash* Quiet you. *huggles her Kuroneko plushie*