Chapter 2: New Surroundings
Disclaimer: Besides the fact that I do not own Trigun or its characters, the sentences in (parenthesis are telepathic speech, usually utilized by Knives Millions, but occasionally by Vash the Stampede also. )
Location: St Savarem High, July City
Vash's POV
"I CAN'T STAND THIS!" I whined at the mirror and for Knives to hear. I hate this black and white uniform. "I look like a character corpse reanimated. There isn't a speck of color anywhere." I expected Knives to tell me to shut my trap and stop complaining.
"These inferior human garments irritate me to my soul. I don't know how I can tolerate this." Knives said icily. Even though I am use to his lack of emotion, it still creeps me out to see him that way.
The uniforms are a white dress shirt, black slacks and a black business tie. It may appear normal to all the readers of this fic but us plants have never seen or heard of such a thing as uniforms.
We grumbled as we went to school from the Kuroneko Tavern. Meryl had to straighten our uniforms because we put them on so haphazardly. She complained that we are overgrown babies because we look like adults but can't even dress ourselves. That wasn't very nice to say.
My I.D. read Vash T.S. and Knives ID read Knives M. I guess the titles we earned aren't appropriate for school. The picture of me in the ID made me look like I was intoxicated. "I probably was." I thought with a chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Knives asked indifferently. "It's just a picture, Vash." Knives had to ruin my fun.
"Really, Knives? Let's see your picture!" I grabbed the card out of his hand. He looks he's about to commit a felony. His mouth is expressionless, but his eyes grinned sinisterly. "You look like a crook, Millions!"
"The likes of me are above trivial human laws." he replied simply. I looked at him, not believing he just said that.
"Chill, Vashu." His expression returned back to normal. By not being able to carry his two(okay, three, but two separate) guns, he gets his kicks out of annoying me. Nice brother. I frowned like a kindergartener that just dropped his ice cream. Why can't I have nicer family members!
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There were huge crowds when I got to St Savarem's Academy. I chuckled again. I'm going to the same school I found. I was making lucrative profits owning the Kuroneko so I built a school in Rem's memory. I wonder how its like.
My homeroom is 304, located in classroom 406. I didn't see Knives in my homeroom, we were separated trying to get through those crowds. I hope Knives doesn't have another episode with such a high concentration of humans. I made him deal with that misanthropy by going to dances and concerts. Schools shouldn't be difficult. There comes a point in time when a guardian can do no more for his subject, I guess.
My schedule is as follows:
Gunsmoke History Room 207 Teacher: Wainer Religion Room 308 Teacher: Prenner Plant Engineering Room 405 Teacher: Ivani Romantic Literature Room 342 Teacher: Prenner Chemistry of Brewing Room242 Teacher: Beiser Lunch Cafeteria ----- Phys Ed Gymnasium Teacher: Prestianni
The titles of the materials doesn't seem to be unbearable. The first three seem to be a bit tedious because I learned the material before and its definitely pretty dry stuff. The middle few seem interesting, especially Brew Chem. I made the school instruct that course because after all, I am a bar owner, its only respectful that something about alcohol is taught besides that its bad, addictive, and ruins families. About the only class I have no clue about is Romantic Lit. I heard in textbooks that Romanticism is an era in human history. Did everyone just have one big orgy at the same time or something? Or do they make you read poems about love and mushy stuff? No matter, either way works very well for me.
I strolled in to Gunsmoke History. The teacher is a middle aged man that wears old fashion clothes and glasses. Is he going to be droning on and on? I can't believe this, a boring class first thing in the morning. And how am I suppose to find that psychopath? I really think everyone in July City's Board of Information are high just like the Marshal I had to deal with just a few days ago.
It turns out Knives is in this class with me. So classes are shared? I guess so. Textbooks are distributed, and assignments are given in them. This seem to make all the students bored but to me (and for me also, Vash) AND my brother, this is an interesting new concept. For out whole lives, we have been using our physical capabilities to get around, from marksmanship to agility. This should be easier than eating donuts if every class is this way.okay, okay, almost as easy as donuts.
Religion was taught by a strict stiff lady called Ms Prenner. Immediately, she emphasized how happy she was that the school forces students to wear uniforms so girls won't be promiscuously "on display for the pleasure of guys." Well, I'm male so basically, I zoned out and my hands became idle. My privates became a bit itchy so I scratched. Then I decided that this was a comfortable position for the hand and I daydreamed about beer and donuts. That was definitely not a good combination.
"VASH!" yelled the teacher. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh, about what?" I asked puzzled, not noticing that she was talking about my idle hand in my pants. The class started to giggle and very quickly, the small uproar became a loud one. exclaimed a very-annoyed Knives
A chibi version of me looked down and uttered an".Oh." Followed by a sheepish laugh. "That was a mistake." See what spending years as a bar owner does to you? I can't even scratch my balls in public. This is an outrage.
So, how'd the story go so far? I thought it was kind of bland but I made an attempt at the end. Like it? Hate it? PLEASE REVIEW! I'll try to clean up the language so the rating can drop to PG-13, or PG if I'm very lucky.(or flame, just try to keep it constructive, its really a small favor. If you want me to drop dead, name a sane reason and I'll comply, deal?)
Disclaimer: Besides the fact that I do not own Trigun or its characters, the sentences in (parenthesis are telepathic speech, usually utilized by Knives Millions, but occasionally by Vash the Stampede also. )
Location: St Savarem High, July City
Vash's POV
"I CAN'T STAND THIS!" I whined at the mirror and for Knives to hear. I hate this black and white uniform. "I look like a character corpse reanimated. There isn't a speck of color anywhere." I expected Knives to tell me to shut my trap and stop complaining.
"These inferior human garments irritate me to my soul. I don't know how I can tolerate this." Knives said icily. Even though I am use to his lack of emotion, it still creeps me out to see him that way.
The uniforms are a white dress shirt, black slacks and a black business tie. It may appear normal to all the readers of this fic but us plants have never seen or heard of such a thing as uniforms.
We grumbled as we went to school from the Kuroneko Tavern. Meryl had to straighten our uniforms because we put them on so haphazardly. She complained that we are overgrown babies because we look like adults but can't even dress ourselves. That wasn't very nice to say.
My I.D. read Vash T.S. and Knives ID read Knives M. I guess the titles we earned aren't appropriate for school. The picture of me in the ID made me look like I was intoxicated. "I probably was." I thought with a chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Knives asked indifferently. "It's just a picture, Vash." Knives had to ruin my fun.
"Really, Knives? Let's see your picture!" I grabbed the card out of his hand. He looks he's about to commit a felony. His mouth is expressionless, but his eyes grinned sinisterly. "You look like a crook, Millions!"
"The likes of me are above trivial human laws." he replied simply. I looked at him, not believing he just said that.
"Chill, Vashu." His expression returned back to normal. By not being able to carry his two(okay, three, but two separate) guns, he gets his kicks out of annoying me. Nice brother. I frowned like a kindergartener that just dropped his ice cream. Why can't I have nicer family members!
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There were huge crowds when I got to St Savarem's Academy. I chuckled again. I'm going to the same school I found. I was making lucrative profits owning the Kuroneko so I built a school in Rem's memory. I wonder how its like.
My homeroom is 304, located in classroom 406. I didn't see Knives in my homeroom, we were separated trying to get through those crowds. I hope Knives doesn't have another episode with such a high concentration of humans. I made him deal with that misanthropy by going to dances and concerts. Schools shouldn't be difficult. There comes a point in time when a guardian can do no more for his subject, I guess.
My schedule is as follows:
Gunsmoke History Room 207 Teacher: Wainer Religion Room 308 Teacher: Prenner Plant Engineering Room 405 Teacher: Ivani Romantic Literature Room 342 Teacher: Prenner Chemistry of Brewing Room242 Teacher: Beiser Lunch Cafeteria ----- Phys Ed Gymnasium Teacher: Prestianni
The titles of the materials doesn't seem to be unbearable. The first three seem to be a bit tedious because I learned the material before and its definitely pretty dry stuff. The middle few seem interesting, especially Brew Chem. I made the school instruct that course because after all, I am a bar owner, its only respectful that something about alcohol is taught besides that its bad, addictive, and ruins families. About the only class I have no clue about is Romantic Lit. I heard in textbooks that Romanticism is an era in human history. Did everyone just have one big orgy at the same time or something? Or do they make you read poems about love and mushy stuff? No matter, either way works very well for me.
I strolled in to Gunsmoke History. The teacher is a middle aged man that wears old fashion clothes and glasses. Is he going to be droning on and on? I can't believe this, a boring class first thing in the morning. And how am I suppose to find that psychopath? I really think everyone in July City's Board of Information are high just like the Marshal I had to deal with just a few days ago.
It turns out Knives is in this class with me. So classes are shared? I guess so. Textbooks are distributed, and assignments are given in them. This seem to make all the students bored but to me (and for me also, Vash) AND my brother, this is an interesting new concept. For out whole lives, we have been using our physical capabilities to get around, from marksmanship to agility. This should be easier than eating donuts if every class is this way.okay, okay, almost as easy as donuts.
Religion was taught by a strict stiff lady called Ms Prenner. Immediately, she emphasized how happy she was that the school forces students to wear uniforms so girls won't be promiscuously "on display for the pleasure of guys." Well, I'm male so basically, I zoned out and my hands became idle. My privates became a bit itchy so I scratched. Then I decided that this was a comfortable position for the hand and I daydreamed about beer and donuts. That was definitely not a good combination.
"VASH!" yelled the teacher. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh, about what?" I asked puzzled, not noticing that she was talking about my idle hand in my pants. The class started to giggle and very quickly, the small uproar became a loud one. exclaimed a very-annoyed Knives
A chibi version of me looked down and uttered an".Oh." Followed by a sheepish laugh. "That was a mistake." See what spending years as a bar owner does to you? I can't even scratch my balls in public. This is an outrage.
So, how'd the story go so far? I thought it was kind of bland but I made an attempt at the end. Like it? Hate it? PLEASE REVIEW! I'll try to clean up the language so the rating can drop to PG-13, or PG if I'm very lucky.(or flame, just try to keep it constructive, its really a small favor. If you want me to drop dead, name a sane reason and I'll comply, deal?)