Ok, I forgot to add this in my last chapter. I do not own Trigun. I do not own anything. Except for my original character, Iris. And im so sorry to all of you smart people who don't really understand what's going on, because I really haven't seen too much of the series, but I think it is so kick ass that I had to write a story. So im sorry if the characters are off a little.
Chapter #2 Iris
She skipped down the stairs of the Inn she was staying at. She didn't like it here. Too many people, annoying people. So, she would leave again. It was better that way anyhow.
When she had not been too far out of town, she stumbled on something in the desert. She fell face first, getting a mouth full of sand. She spat, then looked at what she had tripped on. It was a body. A human body. Her stomach became uneasy. She turned the body over, it was a male, with many cuts in the odd red coat he wore. He had a bullet wound in his side, but there was still a heartbeat. The girl threw him over her shoulder and stumbled into town, back to the tavern, thankful that it was night.
She scrambled up the stairs, it wasn't easy carrying a guy on your shoulders. When she got inside she carefully laid him down on her bed. Then proceeded to busy herself in the kitchen, getting water boiling, finding sharp knives, bandages, anything that might come in handy.
Vash opened his eyes wearily. His head pounded, but his side hurt worse. And then he noticed where he was. It sure wasn't where he had fallen asleep. And he could hear someone humming. She had a great voice.
She came out from the kitchen and entered the bedroom, seeing the man awake, she pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed. "How do you feel."
He grinned. "Fine, thanks, who are you?"
He was obviously suspicious of her. She smiled awkwardly, then took the gun she had had at her waist off. "I'm Iris. You are?"
He struggled to sit up, then grabbed her hand and shook it vigorously. "My name is Vash. Vash the Stampede."
Vash had honestly expected her to hit him, hard, then throw him out. Instead, she only raised an eyebrow. "Are you proud of that. You talk like it"
Vash's eyes clouded over. "No. I am not proud."
Iris winked. "Don't be so serious, I was just asking a question. Anyhow, wait here, I gotta get you cleaned up. And don't worry, I'm not gonna run away in fear, and I'm not gonna kill you either. And take your coat off."
Vash blinked at her in wonderment. Was she a doctor? That would ease his fears a little. But how come she could trust him so easily?
It was some time later when Iris finished her *work* on Vash. He had complained a lot, and whined, and even screamed. But she got it done, and no one came to her room to see what was going on. And that was always a plus.
After all that, they had a LONG talk. Vash practically forced Iris to tell him why she helped him, instead of turning him in for the reward.
"I have a bounty on my head too."
Vash stared hard. Was it her who had destroyed that town?
"My bounty is currently fifty-billion double dollars."
Chapter #2 Iris
She skipped down the stairs of the Inn she was staying at. She didn't like it here. Too many people, annoying people. So, she would leave again. It was better that way anyhow.
When she had not been too far out of town, she stumbled on something in the desert. She fell face first, getting a mouth full of sand. She spat, then looked at what she had tripped on. It was a body. A human body. Her stomach became uneasy. She turned the body over, it was a male, with many cuts in the odd red coat he wore. He had a bullet wound in his side, but there was still a heartbeat. The girl threw him over her shoulder and stumbled into town, back to the tavern, thankful that it was night.
She scrambled up the stairs, it wasn't easy carrying a guy on your shoulders. When she got inside she carefully laid him down on her bed. Then proceeded to busy herself in the kitchen, getting water boiling, finding sharp knives, bandages, anything that might come in handy.
Vash opened his eyes wearily. His head pounded, but his side hurt worse. And then he noticed where he was. It sure wasn't where he had fallen asleep. And he could hear someone humming. She had a great voice.
She came out from the kitchen and entered the bedroom, seeing the man awake, she pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed. "How do you feel."
He grinned. "Fine, thanks, who are you?"
He was obviously suspicious of her. She smiled awkwardly, then took the gun she had had at her waist off. "I'm Iris. You are?"
He struggled to sit up, then grabbed her hand and shook it vigorously. "My name is Vash. Vash the Stampede."
Vash had honestly expected her to hit him, hard, then throw him out. Instead, she only raised an eyebrow. "Are you proud of that. You talk like it"
Vash's eyes clouded over. "No. I am not proud."
Iris winked. "Don't be so serious, I was just asking a question. Anyhow, wait here, I gotta get you cleaned up. And don't worry, I'm not gonna run away in fear, and I'm not gonna kill you either. And take your coat off."
Vash blinked at her in wonderment. Was she a doctor? That would ease his fears a little. But how come she could trust him so easily?
It was some time later when Iris finished her *work* on Vash. He had complained a lot, and whined, and even screamed. But she got it done, and no one came to her room to see what was going on. And that was always a plus.
After all that, they had a LONG talk. Vash practically forced Iris to tell him why she helped him, instead of turning him in for the reward.
"I have a bounty on my head too."
Vash stared hard. Was it her who had destroyed that town?
"My bounty is currently fifty-billion double dollars."