Chapter 7- Recruits
Just a friendly reminder. This is Vash's school schedule:
Vash's POV
"Everyone take out your homeworks!" Prenner called. A simultaneous wave of shuffling papers, schoolbag and binder zippers opened and closed, and a few last minute remarks are added to the assignments.
Prenner walked throughout the rows. "Very good, Marcus, great points!" "Why is that blank; Brenda, we did this question in class yesterday, incomplete." "Not bad, Yury. You finally raised a finger and did your work with God!"
"Of course, Ms!" replied the adolescent. "I am serious the other times when I said I was too busy!"
"Nothing should be more important than God's work, Yury."
"But I need to support the family!"
"God will provide."
"When is the 'will', Ms Prenner!? WHEN! All ten of my brothers and sisters depend on me! My mother left the family and my bastard of a dad is an alcoholic!"
"That's your problem, Yury. See me after class. Vash, your assignment?"
Huh? Me? Her voice sounded distant and unimportant, like an announcement in the airport that has no relevance to you.
"Zero, Vash. No homework."
I snapped awake. I WAS DAYDREAMING!
"Ah, got your attention, Mr Stampede. You got a definite zero for zoning out in class. Now.care for another for not having a homework?"
"I, uh.-"
She cut me off as I scrambled for an excuse. What WAS I doing yerterday?
(Flashback)
"To our childhood!" announced Knives. He held up a beer mug for me to give him cheers.
The mugs clanged. "OH YEAH!" I yelled with spirits. (End flashback)
*Gulp* Must have had a little too much to drink.
"As I expected, zero." She walked by my desk. "What's this, Mr Stampede? You reek of alcohol!"
"I can explain." Like hell I can, I got a headsplitter right now. If she asked me what's one plus one, I sure as hell am not going to be able to answer. Why is she talking so loud!?
"No need, Mr. Stampede. Congratulations, Vash. You were the last straw. I was wondering whether or not to ask the class to memorize and interpret Psalms 1-10 for the final exam. Now I see you people need to get into shape. We are as one in Christ. If any one unit is unruly, we all suffer. That weak source.WILL BE SATAN'S FOOTHOLD! Remember, class, you brought this on yourselves. I am to be the human act of God and punish those that sin." she said and looked at me.
"Thanks a lot, Vash!" "What a dumb blond!" "I knew he would be good for nothing except getting wasted!"
Damn, they are right on the money. Alcohol doesn't do anything except get in the way, both my grades, and my original mission. I am more or less holding my own, now that Knives got himself expelled the first day of school.
Classes are long and tedious. Besides taking partial credit in provoking Ms. Prenner, I also bombed a history pop quiz on the founders of the cities in planet Gunsmoke. All that happened when I was up in the spaceship that's still flying in the clouds so I had no clue what's going on. Guess being a walking, talking and if it comes to woman, throw stalking in that list of adjectives time capsule doesn't mean you have everything retained.
When the final bell rang, I walked out of school in a haze. My brain is baked potato from screwing up in every class possible. And I am the founder of this school? Oh man, this is funny! Good thing I went under the name of Eriks Savarem and didn't have a picture taken! Well, in the main office, is a huge portrait of Rem Savarem, a memorial kind of thing.
She would be SO proud of me, is she saw how much I accomplished! I'm not a lone gunman anymore! I have Meryl and Millie taking care of the Kuroneko Tavern while I'm on this mission. Knives is taken care of, and I don't have to kill him. I have a family, I have friends. Money is certainly not a problem. See, Meryl and Millie published their journal about their travels with me and made billions. They quit the insurance agency, and helped me start the school, and the bar. See, I "found" it because I'm what puts the value in the journal: Vash the Stampede, the Humanoid Typhoon, Mankind's First Human Act of God, worth 60 Billion Double Dollars, dead or alive.
And.while I'm lost in my cloud of thoughts for the uptieth time-
"Where do you think you're going, drunkie!?"
I looked up. I'm outside the school exit, and the fences are surrounded by a gang. Dimitry, the kid in my English class with financial problems seems to be the leader of the pack.
"That's not very nice, calling me a drunkie."
"YOU'RE going to tell me what's nice and what isn't? Well, no nice results come from tripling the difficulty of the final in Prenner's class, motherfucker."
"Now that kind of language-"
"MAN, FUCK OFF!" with that said, he swung a fist straight for my face. I dodged it easily, and mindlessly.
"The world is made of love and peace!" I tried to *attempted punch, followed by a dodge* tell him *an attempt at genocide by means of hitting genital area, another dodge* the secret of *attempts to tackle me, I sidestepped, and Dimitry bites the dust* life and that violence gets people nowhere, but hey-
"Get this punk ass!" he shouted
people just don't listen.
I wondered why a legion of angry teenagers didn't try and get a piece of me. I looked around and saw that all of them are bruised, swollen and have bleeding noses. Standing above them with a foot on their fallen bodies is another group of teenagers.
"Now, now, Dimitry." a member of the other gang said. "I think you should listen to the spiky blond. Love and peace is the way to go.IN YOUR SHOES!" They all snickered and thought it's a riot. It was a lame putdown, really.
"Why don't you fuck off and go back to your sweatshop of a school, Jones!"
Oh, so they are a rival gang. That's probably the July City High that this school is rivaled to. They don't look like they follow love and peace. Uh- oh. This could get hairy. Very hairy.
Jones walked over and kicked Dimitry in the face, sending him flying. "You're in no position to tell me what to do, you broken piece of slime." Dimitry clutched his face in pain, and rolled into a ball. That leaves only me standing.
"Blonde. Give me all your money and that red trenchcoat."
"I can't do that."
"Then I'm afraid you can't leave here alive and in the same state of health you're in right now. Don't be a smartass and pay up! Think of it as a fee for getting rid of those bullies for you."
"I don't have a mother, or need one."
"WHAT!? Are you saying I'm trying to mother you. Cream this mother fucker!" he yelled. Jones gang of approximately thirty rushed at me. I sighed. I really want to go home. Whatever. I shrugged and walked toward them calmly.
In a matter of seconds, there's another thirty bodies all banged up and bruised. I looked around the schoolyard. Wow, looks the remains of a battle royal. Good thing no one is dead. At least I hope so, I mean, I didn't even take out any of my guns! Don't know how I would face Rem's memory if I killed again. I chuckled nervously.
I walked past Dimitry. As I started to pass, I feel a hand grab my ankle. My face switched from serious to chibi. I imagined a horror movie, where some hapless main character, say, a guy walks by a gravestone and a rotting hand pulls him down to join him in abysmal doom.
"No, NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! SPARE ME! I HAVE 9 WIVES AND A KID, I MEAN A WIFE AND NINE KIDS! SPARE ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SPARE ME!!" I sobbed.
"Vash??"
*Gulp* I looked at Dimitry. "Oh. It's just you."
Dimitry looked at me with admiration. "You have to join our gang, Vash!"
"Uh,..I'm not gang material."
"WHO CARES!" His outburst took me by surprise and I yelped. His stern expression cracked at that. "You just single-handedly took down the toughest members of the JC Jackals!"
"Erm, well." I was speechless. I couldn't say anything to deny that fact.
"You have to teach us what you do!"
I rubbed the back of my head nervously. "Tell you what, I'll talk to Knives. He might consider teaching you people, okay?"
"Kn-Knives??" Dimitry asked nervously. "As in the guy who took down Steve on the first day of school and got expelled?"
"One and the same! Still down with it?"
"S-sure!"
"Okay, I'll pass the word along."
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So, after so long, I restarted Deep Ends! Much thanks to Lana for leaving her two cents. Maybe I could get this project done, with a lot of support.
Just a friendly reminder. This is Vash's school schedule:
Vash's POV
"Everyone take out your homeworks!" Prenner called. A simultaneous wave of shuffling papers, schoolbag and binder zippers opened and closed, and a few last minute remarks are added to the assignments.
Prenner walked throughout the rows. "Very good, Marcus, great points!" "Why is that blank; Brenda, we did this question in class yesterday, incomplete." "Not bad, Yury. You finally raised a finger and did your work with God!"
"Of course, Ms!" replied the adolescent. "I am serious the other times when I said I was too busy!"
"Nothing should be more important than God's work, Yury."
"But I need to support the family!"
"God will provide."
"When is the 'will', Ms Prenner!? WHEN! All ten of my brothers and sisters depend on me! My mother left the family and my bastard of a dad is an alcoholic!"
"That's your problem, Yury. See me after class. Vash, your assignment?"
Huh? Me? Her voice sounded distant and unimportant, like an announcement in the airport that has no relevance to you.
"Zero, Vash. No homework."
I snapped awake. I WAS DAYDREAMING!
"Ah, got your attention, Mr Stampede. You got a definite zero for zoning out in class. Now.care for another for not having a homework?"
"I, uh.-"
She cut me off as I scrambled for an excuse. What WAS I doing yerterday?
(Flashback)
"To our childhood!" announced Knives. He held up a beer mug for me to give him cheers.
The mugs clanged. "OH YEAH!" I yelled with spirits. (End flashback)
*Gulp* Must have had a little too much to drink.
"As I expected, zero." She walked by my desk. "What's this, Mr Stampede? You reek of alcohol!"
"I can explain." Like hell I can, I got a headsplitter right now. If she asked me what's one plus one, I sure as hell am not going to be able to answer. Why is she talking so loud!?
"No need, Mr. Stampede. Congratulations, Vash. You were the last straw. I was wondering whether or not to ask the class to memorize and interpret Psalms 1-10 for the final exam. Now I see you people need to get into shape. We are as one in Christ. If any one unit is unruly, we all suffer. That weak source.WILL BE SATAN'S FOOTHOLD! Remember, class, you brought this on yourselves. I am to be the human act of God and punish those that sin." she said and looked at me.
"Thanks a lot, Vash!" "What a dumb blond!" "I knew he would be good for nothing except getting wasted!"
Damn, they are right on the money. Alcohol doesn't do anything except get in the way, both my grades, and my original mission. I am more or less holding my own, now that Knives got himself expelled the first day of school.
Classes are long and tedious. Besides taking partial credit in provoking Ms. Prenner, I also bombed a history pop quiz on the founders of the cities in planet Gunsmoke. All that happened when I was up in the spaceship that's still flying in the clouds so I had no clue what's going on. Guess being a walking, talking and if it comes to woman, throw stalking in that list of adjectives time capsule doesn't mean you have everything retained.
When the final bell rang, I walked out of school in a haze. My brain is baked potato from screwing up in every class possible. And I am the founder of this school? Oh man, this is funny! Good thing I went under the name of Eriks Savarem and didn't have a picture taken! Well, in the main office, is a huge portrait of Rem Savarem, a memorial kind of thing.
She would be SO proud of me, is she saw how much I accomplished! I'm not a lone gunman anymore! I have Meryl and Millie taking care of the Kuroneko Tavern while I'm on this mission. Knives is taken care of, and I don't have to kill him. I have a family, I have friends. Money is certainly not a problem. See, Meryl and Millie published their journal about their travels with me and made billions. They quit the insurance agency, and helped me start the school, and the bar. See, I "found" it because I'm what puts the value in the journal: Vash the Stampede, the Humanoid Typhoon, Mankind's First Human Act of God, worth 60 Billion Double Dollars, dead or alive.
And.while I'm lost in my cloud of thoughts for the uptieth time-
"Where do you think you're going, drunkie!?"
I looked up. I'm outside the school exit, and the fences are surrounded by a gang. Dimitry, the kid in my English class with financial problems seems to be the leader of the pack.
"That's not very nice, calling me a drunkie."
"YOU'RE going to tell me what's nice and what isn't? Well, no nice results come from tripling the difficulty of the final in Prenner's class, motherfucker."
"Now that kind of language-"
"MAN, FUCK OFF!" with that said, he swung a fist straight for my face. I dodged it easily, and mindlessly.
"The world is made of love and peace!" I tried to *attempted punch, followed by a dodge* tell him *an attempt at genocide by means of hitting genital area, another dodge* the secret of *attempts to tackle me, I sidestepped, and Dimitry bites the dust* life and that violence gets people nowhere, but hey-
"Get this punk ass!" he shouted
people just don't listen.
I wondered why a legion of angry teenagers didn't try and get a piece of me. I looked around and saw that all of them are bruised, swollen and have bleeding noses. Standing above them with a foot on their fallen bodies is another group of teenagers.
"Now, now, Dimitry." a member of the other gang said. "I think you should listen to the spiky blond. Love and peace is the way to go.IN YOUR SHOES!" They all snickered and thought it's a riot. It was a lame putdown, really.
"Why don't you fuck off and go back to your sweatshop of a school, Jones!"
Oh, so they are a rival gang. That's probably the July City High that this school is rivaled to. They don't look like they follow love and peace. Uh- oh. This could get hairy. Very hairy.
Jones walked over and kicked Dimitry in the face, sending him flying. "You're in no position to tell me what to do, you broken piece of slime." Dimitry clutched his face in pain, and rolled into a ball. That leaves only me standing.
"Blonde. Give me all your money and that red trenchcoat."
"I can't do that."
"Then I'm afraid you can't leave here alive and in the same state of health you're in right now. Don't be a smartass and pay up! Think of it as a fee for getting rid of those bullies for you."
"I don't have a mother, or need one."
"WHAT!? Are you saying I'm trying to mother you. Cream this mother fucker!" he yelled. Jones gang of approximately thirty rushed at me. I sighed. I really want to go home. Whatever. I shrugged and walked toward them calmly.
In a matter of seconds, there's another thirty bodies all banged up and bruised. I looked around the schoolyard. Wow, looks the remains of a battle royal. Good thing no one is dead. At least I hope so, I mean, I didn't even take out any of my guns! Don't know how I would face Rem's memory if I killed again. I chuckled nervously.
I walked past Dimitry. As I started to pass, I feel a hand grab my ankle. My face switched from serious to chibi. I imagined a horror movie, where some hapless main character, say, a guy walks by a gravestone and a rotting hand pulls him down to join him in abysmal doom.
"No, NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! SPARE ME! I HAVE 9 WIVES AND A KID, I MEAN A WIFE AND NINE KIDS! SPARE ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SPARE ME!!" I sobbed.
"Vash??"
*Gulp* I looked at Dimitry. "Oh. It's just you."
Dimitry looked at me with admiration. "You have to join our gang, Vash!"
"Uh,..I'm not gang material."
"WHO CARES!" His outburst took me by surprise and I yelped. His stern expression cracked at that. "You just single-handedly took down the toughest members of the JC Jackals!"
"Erm, well." I was speechless. I couldn't say anything to deny that fact.
"You have to teach us what you do!"
I rubbed the back of my head nervously. "Tell you what, I'll talk to Knives. He might consider teaching you people, okay?"
"Kn-Knives??" Dimitry asked nervously. "As in the guy who took down Steve on the first day of school and got expelled?"
"One and the same! Still down with it?"
"S-sure!"
"Okay, I'll pass the word along."
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So, after so long, I restarted Deep Ends! Much thanks to Lana for leaving her two cents. Maybe I could get this project done, with a lot of support.