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Two in the same boat
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Part 8- Vash's Kind Streak
Erics glanced at Meryl again. Meryl had been watching him from the corner of her eye. He had the strange urges to glance at her, which were really ticking Meryl off.
"What is it?" Meryl finally questioned him.
"Umm... just that your lower lip.. it's kinda.. puffy.." He answered, pointing to her mouth.
Meryl resisted the urge to blush, trying ot hold it back. "Really?" She questioned with fake innocence. She stood up. "I'll go check it out in the bathroom. You can wait right here."
Erics blinked in confusion. Did he say something wrong? "Umm ok."
He watched as Meryl practically ran to the bathroom. Now he was even more confused. He sat on the bed, crossing his legs, and now he was biting down on his tumb in thought. 'There must be something they aren't telling me! I just know I turn into someone else! But.. who?'
He sighed. All this thinking was making him hungry! He started to play with the bed sheets to ease his boredom, until Meryl came out of the bathroom. Her lip was no longer as puffy, but there was a small differance in it's regular size. And it was also wet. She probably put cold water on it.
"hey Insurance girl? Do you think we could go out to eat? I think I can walk to the nearest Saloon just fine." Erics asked.
"I don't know. You seem to be able to walk small distances. Do you really think you can walk that far?" Meryl questioned. She was starting to wonder where in the world Milly was.
"I think I can make it." Erics said, grinning. He slowly stood up from the bed and walked around the room in a slow pace, that reminded Meryl of an old person walking. "I can move just fine. It's just certain movements hurt more then others."
"Well, if you can get dressed without killing yourself, I'll take you." Meryl said, sighing. She turned around to give him som privacy while he got changed.
Erics carefully lifted his shirt over his head and threw it into the dirty pile on the floor. He opened his bag and looked around for anything that was loose fitting. He would often need some loose clothes when his coat was being cleaned. He found a grey, long sleeved shirt. It was button-down shirt and fit him pretty well.
He pulled both sleeves on, but didn't button it up just yet. He liked it un-buttoned. He slowly wiggled out of his PJ pants. He then threw them to the dirty pile. He reached into his bag and found a pair of dark grey jeans. They were alittle, too tight and came too close to his wound. He stuffed them back into his bag.
He searched around for something else. Then he found them. Pants that he never even wore before. They were loose, blue jeans that would most likely fall from his waist if he wore them. He didn't mind. He could always wear a belt.
He put on the very loose jeans, then grabbed his belt. He put the belt on, but kept it loose enough so that he could easily become bloated and not have his jeans strangle him.
This is why he bought these jeans. So, if he ever had a wound he could wear these. He never had a wound that was so bad that he couldn't wear his regular clothes. Well, almost never.
"I'm done." he said to Meryl, remembering that she was in the room. She turned around to Erics, who was buttoning up his grey shirt. She got a very good look at his chest while he was doing that.
"Let's wait awhile to see if Milly gets back." Meryl said, sitting down in the chair, never taking her eyes off of Erics. In her mind, he looked pretty darn good!
"Alright." he answered back. He sat down on the bed.
'When did he become so calm?' Meryl asked herself. He had been behaving a bit differant lately. She figured it must be the wound. He didn't want to open it.
Erics' stomach rumbled in hunger. He clutched his stomach. "I'm so Hungry!" He was back to his whinny self again. The strange thing was, Meryl wouldn't have had it any other way.
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Milly pulled out the chair for Erics to sit in, he nodded his thanks to her for that. His eyes widen as he looked at the pictured menu. He was almost drooling!
"Mr. Erics!" Meryl said, frowning at his behavior.
Milly sat down and smiled to them. She knew right away that Meryl and Erics had a thing for each other. She just wondered how long it would take them to figure it out.
"Mr. Erics. I'll go get the drinks. Do you want something?" Milly questioned.
"Umm sure. A beer please!" He asked grinning.
"Sure thing. You want anything Meryl?" Milly asked, turning to her partner.
"Just a glass of water will do." Meryl said, shrugging. She didn't feel like getting drunk today. She still had work to do, now that they found Vash the Stampede.
Erics tried to hold back all of his drooling, while looking over the menu. He scanned it here and there, seeing what looked like the best selection.
"'Cuse me ma'am and sir. Are you ready to order?" Asked a waitress. Her soft accent was noticable in her voice.
Erics looked up at her. "Umm.. Salmon sandwitches. A plate full of them please." He smiled up at her.
She nodded down at him, then wrote it down on a pad. She turned to Meryl.
"Same, I guess." Meryl answered back.
The waitress wrote that down again, and looked around. "I thought there were three of you."
"Oh. there is. Milly is getting something to drink. She will ahve the same." Meryl said. Then added. "And some pudding on the side please."
"Pudding?" The waitress questioned.
Meryl shrugged and nodded. The waitress wrote it down and left the two alone again.
Erics played with the fork on the table. Meryl watched him. He reminded her of a child most of the time. She had never seen a grown man act this way. Erics dropped his fork on the ground. Meryl and Erics went to pick it up and..
*bump!*
"Ouch." They both exclaimed. They sat up, rubbing their sore heads.
"You ok?" Meryl questioned.
"Just fine." Came the answer back. Her eyes widen. She looked up at him, he was Vash!
"That's good." She said nervously.
Vash smirked at her, then looked around. "Where am I?"
"Oh. We're at the Saloon. Erics felt like going out to eat." Meryl answered back to him, keeping really calm.
"Is that so?" Vash answered back. His stomach started to rumble a little. He sneered at his stomach before looking up at Meryl. "Where is the big girl?"
"Oh. She went to get drinks." Meryl answered back. Meryl looked to the refil station. There was Milly standing there in a line, tring to get the drinks. She was two people away from getting the drinks. Meryl then looked back at Vash.
Vash was currently holding his spoon in his right hand and flicking then end of it, making a strange sound from the vibarating spoon. He then became bored with that and set the spoon down. He sighed before looking up at Meryl.
Meryl was in thought. 'It's amazing how similar and different both Erics and Vash are!'
"Hey." Vash said, wanting to get her attention.
"Yes?" Meryl questioned.
"After this, do you want to pick up where we left off last time?" Vash questioned in an almost bored tone. He raised his eyebrow a little.
Meryl's eyes widen and a blush spread across her face. She coughed in embrassment. "What?"
Vash smirked at her in an odd way. 'I like this girl. She's very interesting.' He thought to himself. He was now aiming his concentraition on studing this woman. She had already proved herself to be usful, smart and a very good kisser. What else would a man need?
"I'm back with the drinks." Milly chimed happily to the couple. She set down the two drinks. One was for Vash and the other for Meryl.
"Umm Milly. There's only two here." Meryl said.
"Oh darn. I forgot mine at the bar. Wait here." She said, keeping her upbeat mood. She walked back to the bar, leaving a very confused Vash and an embrassed Meryl.
"She forgets sometimes." Meryl said as an excuse for her friend's weird behavior.
Vash just shruged a little. He met a lot of stupid people before. Milly wasn't that bad. She just was a little,... short on some things.
Vash shook his head slightly, almost to shake away his thoughts. He turned back to his empty napkin and silverware. He was very close to tring to see if he could stack these ontop of one another, until someone broke his thoughts.
"Hey Miss. You wanna come join us?" Asked a man. He was clearly drunk from the looks of things and his friends urging him to continue his actions, weren't helping him at all.
"No thank you." Meryl answered back, turned her nose up a little. She didn't like such men who washed themselves in beer and wine. It was nasty.
"Come on! You know you want me." He said with a slurred voice. He was passed drunk. He got up out of his chair and walked... or rather stumbled across the room. "Just come wit me and half a deer." He slurred.
He slung his arm over Meryl's shoulder and breathed near her face. Meryl's nose wrinkled up and she started gagging at the foul smell of bad breath mixed with cheap beer.
She pushed him away, in which, he fell. "I am NOT that kind of woman!"
He sneered at her and took a good 30 seconds to finally get up. "Listen hear you wench." He said, pointing to his eye. Vash rolled her eyes at the man's display. "I just asked you, you don't half to get all... pissy at me. I was just asking."
"Then go ask someone else." Meryl said, turning away from the man.
He didn't like that at all. He reached for his gun. Vash was up in a second. He grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it. The man dropped everything in his hands. One was holding a cheap beer, the other was just grazing his gun.
Vash glared at the man. "I believe she said, to go ask someone else. She plainly does not want your company."
"What would you know?" He questioned to him. His friends got up and backed their friend up. Two were drunk as the man Vash was aruging with and the other three were clearly sober.
"I know a lot more then you, you drunken piece of shit. Now leave." Vash said, pushing the man back into his pack of friends behind him.
"And what if we don't? What are you going to do?" The man asked.
Before they could, the man who owned the Saloon hushed everyone. "EVERYONE! VASH THE STAMPEDE IS IN THIS TOWN!"
EVeryone's jaw dropped a little, besides Meryl's, Vash's and Milly. Milly, knowing that Vash was now in control, did the worst thing she could possible do.
"Hey! Everyone knows you're here Mr. Vash." She said, Happily to Vash. The place wasn't that big so her voice carried everywhere through the quiet room.
Everyone stared at Vash. He glared at the men. "You going to leave now, or am I going to have to do to you, what I did you July?"
Everyone gasped. The men ran out of there, quicker then anyone could blink. Vash smirked and went back to his seat. He sat down with a small sigh. "So Much for a peaceful outing."
"Shouldn't we leave?" Meryl questioned.
"Nah. I'm still hungry." He said.
Milly came back with her drink and sat down. The Waitress came back with the food. Her hands were shaking. She set down everyone's plate.
"Here' your food." She said, then left as quick as possible.
Vash quickly started on his food. He was hungry after all. He then, took a sip of his drink. All the time he was very calm and didn't speak a word. Meryl and Milly weren't as hungry now. Everyone was staring at them.
"What? Are you two not hungry anymore?" he questioned. "You're foods getting cold."
"I can't eat." Meryl said. "Not with everyone staring at us."
"Is that all?" He questioned. He turned in his chair to the crowd of people looking at them. "The next person who looks at me, without a reason, dies."
Everyone turned around and stopped staring. Vash was sure one person wet their pants. That's when a child ran up to him. His mother was screaming at him to get back. Vash looked down at the child.
"Are you really Vash the Stampede?" The boy questioned.
"Yes." He answered back.
"Wow. Mommy says you're a bad guy. But you don't look bad." The boy said.
Vash smirked. "That's my trick. What's your name?"
"Frances. But my friends call me 'Pockey' because that's my favorite food!" He exclaimed happily to Vash.
"That's nice. My favorite food is Salmon Sandwitches." Vash said. he placed a hand on Pockey's head. He ruffled his hair a bit. "Now. I think your mother wants you back at the table."
"Alright." he said in a dissapointed voice. He slowly went back over to his mother, who hugged him in as tight, Pockey was sure she was cutting off his airway.
"Don't you ever do that again." She scorned at him.
Vash turned back in his chair. He winced slightly. His wound was seething in pian right now. Moving so fast while still injured was always a bad idea. He chomped down on one more sandwitch before getting up. "You girls ready to leave?"
"Sure." Meryl said. Milly nodded.
"Can I get a bag for this?" She asked. The waitress nodded.
Milly had eaten all of her pudding though. That was the only thing she ate. She then took the bag the waitress gave her and stuffed it full of the sandwitches that Meryl and her didn't eat. Vash has eaten all of his sandwitches.
Pockey excaped from his mother's grasp and ran over to Vash again. "Will you play with me tomorrow?"
Vash stared down at the boy. He wasn't as annoying at the other childern he had met, but still. He didn't like kids that much. "Don't you have kid friends of your own?"
"No." He answered with a sigh. Then, he felt a hand on his head. He looked up at Vash.
"Then, I think tomorrow would be a good day to try and make some. Don't you think?" Vash questioned to the boy.
Pockey nodded happily at Vash. "I guess I could try."
"Good." He turned to Meryl and Milly. "Let's go."
They all walked out of the Saloon. Everyone giving a sigh of releif besides Pockey who stared at the door. He turned to his mom and ran back to her.
He jumped into her lap. "Vash is so cool Mommy!"
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Meryl smiled at Vash. Milly was also smiling at Vash too. He glared back at the two women. "What?"
"Nothing." Meryl said. Milly laughed a bit.
"If you two don't tell me what the hell is so funny and why you two are smiling at me, I swear I'll pull my gun out at you." He threatened.
"Oh it's just that. You've been so nice since you gained that wound." Meryl said.
"Trust me. It won't last." vash said, walking faster, so the girls could only see his back. His hands were placed on his hips. "I just didn't feel like getting my wound opened. That's all."
Meryl smiled again. 'I'm not sure why.. but.. Vash doesn't seem that bad anymore. When you get past the arrogent, self-centered, prideful person... he's sweet inside.'
She couldn't help but think back to where he saved her from that man in the bar. He looked like he was ready to fight every man in the bar, if need be. Meryl sighed. That could easily be counted up at his macho side taking over.
'Why are men so confusing?'
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Two in the same boat
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Part 8- Vash's Kind Streak
Erics glanced at Meryl again. Meryl had been watching him from the corner of her eye. He had the strange urges to glance at her, which were really ticking Meryl off.
"What is it?" Meryl finally questioned him.
"Umm... just that your lower lip.. it's kinda.. puffy.." He answered, pointing to her mouth.
Meryl resisted the urge to blush, trying ot hold it back. "Really?" She questioned with fake innocence. She stood up. "I'll go check it out in the bathroom. You can wait right here."
Erics blinked in confusion. Did he say something wrong? "Umm ok."
He watched as Meryl practically ran to the bathroom. Now he was even more confused. He sat on the bed, crossing his legs, and now he was biting down on his tumb in thought. 'There must be something they aren't telling me! I just know I turn into someone else! But.. who?'
He sighed. All this thinking was making him hungry! He started to play with the bed sheets to ease his boredom, until Meryl came out of the bathroom. Her lip was no longer as puffy, but there was a small differance in it's regular size. And it was also wet. She probably put cold water on it.
"hey Insurance girl? Do you think we could go out to eat? I think I can walk to the nearest Saloon just fine." Erics asked.
"I don't know. You seem to be able to walk small distances. Do you really think you can walk that far?" Meryl questioned. She was starting to wonder where in the world Milly was.
"I think I can make it." Erics said, grinning. He slowly stood up from the bed and walked around the room in a slow pace, that reminded Meryl of an old person walking. "I can move just fine. It's just certain movements hurt more then others."
"Well, if you can get dressed without killing yourself, I'll take you." Meryl said, sighing. She turned around to give him som privacy while he got changed.
Erics carefully lifted his shirt over his head and threw it into the dirty pile on the floor. He opened his bag and looked around for anything that was loose fitting. He would often need some loose clothes when his coat was being cleaned. He found a grey, long sleeved shirt. It was button-down shirt and fit him pretty well.
He pulled both sleeves on, but didn't button it up just yet. He liked it un-buttoned. He slowly wiggled out of his PJ pants. He then threw them to the dirty pile. He reached into his bag and found a pair of dark grey jeans. They were alittle, too tight and came too close to his wound. He stuffed them back into his bag.
He searched around for something else. Then he found them. Pants that he never even wore before. They were loose, blue jeans that would most likely fall from his waist if he wore them. He didn't mind. He could always wear a belt.
He put on the very loose jeans, then grabbed his belt. He put the belt on, but kept it loose enough so that he could easily become bloated and not have his jeans strangle him.
This is why he bought these jeans. So, if he ever had a wound he could wear these. He never had a wound that was so bad that he couldn't wear his regular clothes. Well, almost never.
"I'm done." he said to Meryl, remembering that she was in the room. She turned around to Erics, who was buttoning up his grey shirt. She got a very good look at his chest while he was doing that.
"Let's wait awhile to see if Milly gets back." Meryl said, sitting down in the chair, never taking her eyes off of Erics. In her mind, he looked pretty darn good!
"Alright." he answered back. He sat down on the bed.
'When did he become so calm?' Meryl asked herself. He had been behaving a bit differant lately. She figured it must be the wound. He didn't want to open it.
Erics' stomach rumbled in hunger. He clutched his stomach. "I'm so Hungry!" He was back to his whinny self again. The strange thing was, Meryl wouldn't have had it any other way.
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Milly pulled out the chair for Erics to sit in, he nodded his thanks to her for that. His eyes widen as he looked at the pictured menu. He was almost drooling!
"Mr. Erics!" Meryl said, frowning at his behavior.
Milly sat down and smiled to them. She knew right away that Meryl and Erics had a thing for each other. She just wondered how long it would take them to figure it out.
"Mr. Erics. I'll go get the drinks. Do you want something?" Milly questioned.
"Umm sure. A beer please!" He asked grinning.
"Sure thing. You want anything Meryl?" Milly asked, turning to her partner.
"Just a glass of water will do." Meryl said, shrugging. She didn't feel like getting drunk today. She still had work to do, now that they found Vash the Stampede.
Erics tried to hold back all of his drooling, while looking over the menu. He scanned it here and there, seeing what looked like the best selection.
"'Cuse me ma'am and sir. Are you ready to order?" Asked a waitress. Her soft accent was noticable in her voice.
Erics looked up at her. "Umm.. Salmon sandwitches. A plate full of them please." He smiled up at her.
She nodded down at him, then wrote it down on a pad. She turned to Meryl.
"Same, I guess." Meryl answered back.
The waitress wrote that down again, and looked around. "I thought there were three of you."
"Oh. there is. Milly is getting something to drink. She will ahve the same." Meryl said. Then added. "And some pudding on the side please."
"Pudding?" The waitress questioned.
Meryl shrugged and nodded. The waitress wrote it down and left the two alone again.
Erics played with the fork on the table. Meryl watched him. He reminded her of a child most of the time. She had never seen a grown man act this way. Erics dropped his fork on the ground. Meryl and Erics went to pick it up and..
*bump!*
"Ouch." They both exclaimed. They sat up, rubbing their sore heads.
"You ok?" Meryl questioned.
"Just fine." Came the answer back. Her eyes widen. She looked up at him, he was Vash!
"That's good." She said nervously.
Vash smirked at her, then looked around. "Where am I?"
"Oh. We're at the Saloon. Erics felt like going out to eat." Meryl answered back to him, keeping really calm.
"Is that so?" Vash answered back. His stomach started to rumble a little. He sneered at his stomach before looking up at Meryl. "Where is the big girl?"
"Oh. She went to get drinks." Meryl answered back. Meryl looked to the refil station. There was Milly standing there in a line, tring to get the drinks. She was two people away from getting the drinks. Meryl then looked back at Vash.
Vash was currently holding his spoon in his right hand and flicking then end of it, making a strange sound from the vibarating spoon. He then became bored with that and set the spoon down. He sighed before looking up at Meryl.
Meryl was in thought. 'It's amazing how similar and different both Erics and Vash are!'
"Hey." Vash said, wanting to get her attention.
"Yes?" Meryl questioned.
"After this, do you want to pick up where we left off last time?" Vash questioned in an almost bored tone. He raised his eyebrow a little.
Meryl's eyes widen and a blush spread across her face. She coughed in embrassment. "What?"
Vash smirked at her in an odd way. 'I like this girl. She's very interesting.' He thought to himself. He was now aiming his concentraition on studing this woman. She had already proved herself to be usful, smart and a very good kisser. What else would a man need?
"I'm back with the drinks." Milly chimed happily to the couple. She set down the two drinks. One was for Vash and the other for Meryl.
"Umm Milly. There's only two here." Meryl said.
"Oh darn. I forgot mine at the bar. Wait here." She said, keeping her upbeat mood. She walked back to the bar, leaving a very confused Vash and an embrassed Meryl.
"She forgets sometimes." Meryl said as an excuse for her friend's weird behavior.
Vash just shruged a little. He met a lot of stupid people before. Milly wasn't that bad. She just was a little,... short on some things.
Vash shook his head slightly, almost to shake away his thoughts. He turned back to his empty napkin and silverware. He was very close to tring to see if he could stack these ontop of one another, until someone broke his thoughts.
"Hey Miss. You wanna come join us?" Asked a man. He was clearly drunk from the looks of things and his friends urging him to continue his actions, weren't helping him at all.
"No thank you." Meryl answered back, turned her nose up a little. She didn't like such men who washed themselves in beer and wine. It was nasty.
"Come on! You know you want me." He said with a slurred voice. He was passed drunk. He got up out of his chair and walked... or rather stumbled across the room. "Just come wit me and half a deer." He slurred.
He slung his arm over Meryl's shoulder and breathed near her face. Meryl's nose wrinkled up and she started gagging at the foul smell of bad breath mixed with cheap beer.
She pushed him away, in which, he fell. "I am NOT that kind of woman!"
He sneered at her and took a good 30 seconds to finally get up. "Listen hear you wench." He said, pointing to his eye. Vash rolled her eyes at the man's display. "I just asked you, you don't half to get all... pissy at me. I was just asking."
"Then go ask someone else." Meryl said, turning away from the man.
He didn't like that at all. He reached for his gun. Vash was up in a second. He grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it. The man dropped everything in his hands. One was holding a cheap beer, the other was just grazing his gun.
Vash glared at the man. "I believe she said, to go ask someone else. She plainly does not want your company."
"What would you know?" He questioned to him. His friends got up and backed their friend up. Two were drunk as the man Vash was aruging with and the other three were clearly sober.
"I know a lot more then you, you drunken piece of shit. Now leave." Vash said, pushing the man back into his pack of friends behind him.
"And what if we don't? What are you going to do?" The man asked.
Before they could, the man who owned the Saloon hushed everyone. "EVERYONE! VASH THE STAMPEDE IS IN THIS TOWN!"
EVeryone's jaw dropped a little, besides Meryl's, Vash's and Milly. Milly, knowing that Vash was now in control, did the worst thing she could possible do.
"Hey! Everyone knows you're here Mr. Vash." She said, Happily to Vash. The place wasn't that big so her voice carried everywhere through the quiet room.
Everyone stared at Vash. He glared at the men. "You going to leave now, or am I going to have to do to you, what I did you July?"
Everyone gasped. The men ran out of there, quicker then anyone could blink. Vash smirked and went back to his seat. He sat down with a small sigh. "So Much for a peaceful outing."
"Shouldn't we leave?" Meryl questioned.
"Nah. I'm still hungry." He said.
Milly came back with her drink and sat down. The Waitress came back with the food. Her hands were shaking. She set down everyone's plate.
"Here' your food." She said, then left as quick as possible.
Vash quickly started on his food. He was hungry after all. He then, took a sip of his drink. All the time he was very calm and didn't speak a word. Meryl and Milly weren't as hungry now. Everyone was staring at them.
"What? Are you two not hungry anymore?" he questioned. "You're foods getting cold."
"I can't eat." Meryl said. "Not with everyone staring at us."
"Is that all?" He questioned. He turned in his chair to the crowd of people looking at them. "The next person who looks at me, without a reason, dies."
Everyone turned around and stopped staring. Vash was sure one person wet their pants. That's when a child ran up to him. His mother was screaming at him to get back. Vash looked down at the child.
"Are you really Vash the Stampede?" The boy questioned.
"Yes." He answered back.
"Wow. Mommy says you're a bad guy. But you don't look bad." The boy said.
Vash smirked. "That's my trick. What's your name?"
"Frances. But my friends call me 'Pockey' because that's my favorite food!" He exclaimed happily to Vash.
"That's nice. My favorite food is Salmon Sandwitches." Vash said. he placed a hand on Pockey's head. He ruffled his hair a bit. "Now. I think your mother wants you back at the table."
"Alright." he said in a dissapointed voice. He slowly went back over to his mother, who hugged him in as tight, Pockey was sure she was cutting off his airway.
"Don't you ever do that again." She scorned at him.
Vash turned back in his chair. He winced slightly. His wound was seething in pian right now. Moving so fast while still injured was always a bad idea. He chomped down on one more sandwitch before getting up. "You girls ready to leave?"
"Sure." Meryl said. Milly nodded.
"Can I get a bag for this?" She asked. The waitress nodded.
Milly had eaten all of her pudding though. That was the only thing she ate. She then took the bag the waitress gave her and stuffed it full of the sandwitches that Meryl and her didn't eat. Vash has eaten all of his sandwitches.
Pockey excaped from his mother's grasp and ran over to Vash again. "Will you play with me tomorrow?"
Vash stared down at the boy. He wasn't as annoying at the other childern he had met, but still. He didn't like kids that much. "Don't you have kid friends of your own?"
"No." He answered with a sigh. Then, he felt a hand on his head. He looked up at Vash.
"Then, I think tomorrow would be a good day to try and make some. Don't you think?" Vash questioned to the boy.
Pockey nodded happily at Vash. "I guess I could try."
"Good." He turned to Meryl and Milly. "Let's go."
They all walked out of the Saloon. Everyone giving a sigh of releif besides Pockey who stared at the door. He turned to his mom and ran back to her.
He jumped into her lap. "Vash is so cool Mommy!"
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Meryl smiled at Vash. Milly was also smiling at Vash too. He glared back at the two women. "What?"
"Nothing." Meryl said. Milly laughed a bit.
"If you two don't tell me what the hell is so funny and why you two are smiling at me, I swear I'll pull my gun out at you." He threatened.
"Oh it's just that. You've been so nice since you gained that wound." Meryl said.
"Trust me. It won't last." vash said, walking faster, so the girls could only see his back. His hands were placed on his hips. "I just didn't feel like getting my wound opened. That's all."
Meryl smiled again. 'I'm not sure why.. but.. Vash doesn't seem that bad anymore. When you get past the arrogent, self-centered, prideful person... he's sweet inside.'
She couldn't help but think back to where he saved her from that man in the bar. He looked like he was ready to fight every man in the bar, if need be. Meryl sighed. That could easily be counted up at his macho side taking over.
'Why are men so confusing?'
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I know some of you are confused about the k.r. thing. I only did that to see if you people were really reading my notes. ((K.R. stands for 'Kristin Rules'. ::grins:: Sorry. Couldn't help myself.))
Now, I know some of you DO read these notes! I'm so happy!
Anyways, I hope you liked my chapter and please tell me if I am doing alright!
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