Time
& Time Again By: Reo Star
CHAPTER 9: Trench Coat Mafia
Vash and Maryl trudged into the little town of MiddleStone.
The town was extremely quiet. No one was out, not even children playing in the streets.
"Vash?"
"Yeah?"
"Is it him?"
"No, I don't think so."
A gunshot went off behind them.
"STOP WHERE YOU ARE!"
Maryl and Vash turned around. Before them stood a small gang of about 5 people, all dressed in large black trench coats. One, a tall dark haired, skinny man, stepped forward.
"Who are you, and what the hell you doin' in my town?"
"We're just passing through."
The gang laughed.
"Ain't nobody 'just passin' through', unless they want a fight."
Vash frowned.
"We just want some water and food, then we'll be on our way."
The gang laughed again.
"All right, you want water, food? Ok, but it'll cost ya."
"How much?"
The skinny guy snickered.
"How about that pretty little black haired thing ya got with ya, that should do it."
Vash growled under his breath, and turned his back, walking away. Maryl followed close behind.
"Hey, were ya goin', ya blond sissy boy! You afraid of me or sumin'? Get yo skinny, yella, white ass, over here, or else there gunna be hell ta pay! Ya here me? Boy!"
The gang began to fire into the sky, laughing wildly. Vash watched the ground, as he did, he saw a small child's ball roll into his foot. A little girl stepped out of a nearby house, and ran up to Vash. He handed her the toy.
The skinny guy laughed again.
"Oh, I see how it is. Ya all like chilun'? Aw-ite, I see what I gosta do ta get me a little attention."
A gang member grabbed the little girl, putting a gun to her head.
"Ya gunna listen to me now? Boy!"
Vash turned.
"Let her go."
The man laughed again.
"And what are you gunna do about it, if I don't?"
"I don't want to hurt you, or you little friends, but unless you let her go, I might have to."
The gang laughed.
"Oh, I get it, you all gunna teach me a lesson, is that it? Boy!"
"That's right. Boy."
The skinny guy growled, and pointed his gun.
"C'mon then hot shot, let's tango."
Vash drew his gun, and aimed. Both of them fired at the same time. Neither fell, then a large array of gunshots began to burst from the gang. Smoked covered both Vash and the men. Maryl could only watch. Soon the dust cleared, and there stood Vash, in front of a pile of injured gang members.
Vash, first pushing his glasses up in his usual trademark way, kneeled down before the skinny one.
"Now, you and your men can either turn in you guns and receive medical attention, or you can get up and get out. Which will it be?"
The skinny one tossed his gun to Vash, as did the other men. Vash smiled, and stood.
Towns people began to emerge from their homes. Vash stretched, and turned to Maryl.
"I think this calls for a celebration, don't you?"
Maryl smiled, nodding.
& Time Again By: Reo Star
CHAPTER 9: Trench Coat Mafia
Vash and Maryl trudged into the little town of MiddleStone.
The town was extremely quiet. No one was out, not even children playing in the streets.
"Vash?"
"Yeah?"
"Is it him?"
"No, I don't think so."
A gunshot went off behind them.
"STOP WHERE YOU ARE!"
Maryl and Vash turned around. Before them stood a small gang of about 5 people, all dressed in large black trench coats. One, a tall dark haired, skinny man, stepped forward.
"Who are you, and what the hell you doin' in my town?"
"We're just passing through."
The gang laughed.
"Ain't nobody 'just passin' through', unless they want a fight."
Vash frowned.
"We just want some water and food, then we'll be on our way."
The gang laughed again.
"All right, you want water, food? Ok, but it'll cost ya."
"How much?"
The skinny guy snickered.
"How about that pretty little black haired thing ya got with ya, that should do it."
Vash growled under his breath, and turned his back, walking away. Maryl followed close behind.
"Hey, were ya goin', ya blond sissy boy! You afraid of me or sumin'? Get yo skinny, yella, white ass, over here, or else there gunna be hell ta pay! Ya here me? Boy!"
The gang began to fire into the sky, laughing wildly. Vash watched the ground, as he did, he saw a small child's ball roll into his foot. A little girl stepped out of a nearby house, and ran up to Vash. He handed her the toy.
The skinny guy laughed again.
"Oh, I see how it is. Ya all like chilun'? Aw-ite, I see what I gosta do ta get me a little attention."
A gang member grabbed the little girl, putting a gun to her head.
"Ya gunna listen to me now? Boy!"
Vash turned.
"Let her go."
The man laughed again.
"And what are you gunna do about it, if I don't?"
"I don't want to hurt you, or you little friends, but unless you let her go, I might have to."
The gang laughed.
"Oh, I get it, you all gunna teach me a lesson, is that it? Boy!"
"That's right. Boy."
The skinny guy growled, and pointed his gun.
"C'mon then hot shot, let's tango."
Vash drew his gun, and aimed. Both of them fired at the same time. Neither fell, then a large array of gunshots began to burst from the gang. Smoked covered both Vash and the men. Maryl could only watch. Soon the dust cleared, and there stood Vash, in front of a pile of injured gang members.
Vash, first pushing his glasses up in his usual trademark way, kneeled down before the skinny one.
"Now, you and your men can either turn in you guns and receive medical attention, or you can get up and get out. Which will it be?"
The skinny one tossed his gun to Vash, as did the other men. Vash smiled, and stood.
Towns people began to emerge from their homes. Vash stretched, and turned to Maryl.
"I think this calls for a celebration, don't you?"
Maryl smiled, nodding.