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Chapter 1
( A/N ) Hello! My name is Steph. *Blinks* ugh . . . and my evil army of rabid polar bears are going to . . . DEVOUR THE EARTH! Bwuahahaha! . . . not really, just don't really know what to say. I'm not sure where this fic is heading. I just wrote the first chapter, no plot really . . . hopefully one will develop. *Shrugs* If not then I'll jump off a bridge for being a loser. ^_^- Or you can spare my life by giving me an idea or two for this fic. *Puppy eyes*
Disclaimers - I'm only doing this once. I do not own Trigun or any of it's characters. I just twist their lives to entice my own sick fantasies . . . *Evil grin*
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-= Vash the Stampede .=-
-= . . . a precise gunman . . . an enigma . . . ugh! I can't think! =-
Meryl lifted her head slowly; tiny sweatbullets dripping slowly down her forehead. In the background were drunken noises of mayhem. Vash had gone in to another of his stupors and had brought Millie along with him. How was Meryl supposed to finish typing her report if she couldn't concentrate?!
"Sempai, you should really try this!" Millie sang loudly through the little space they had paid for. It wasn't even large enough to be called a 'room'. More like a rip-off . . . It held two beds, a couch, two tables, a closet, and a tiny kitchenette. That wasn't even the worst part of it. They were forced to share it with the notorious Humanoid Typhoon.
"No that's quite alright Millie, you enjoy," she replied in a forced, chipper voice. Again she stared at the type writer as if it was a tool of evil instead of a necessary piece of equipment.
Millie just shrugged her wide shoulders when her partner went back to work and offered more of the liquid poison to 'Mr. Vash'. He didn't refuse the offer and gleefully poured more than his fair share of the alcohol in to his mouth. That famous tie of his was hanging loosely around his tall crown of spikes.
"Don't be such a stiff, Strife," Vash pouted through the bubbling water that hung from the corner of his mouth. "Here!" Without another word he grabbed the back of Meryl's chair and tilted it back. Meryl's heart pounded rapidly as she was brought face to face with her capture.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she fumed as he met her with one of his famous smiles.
"You really need to loosen up," he said through a cat like smile and pulled her further back. The legs of the chair stood on two and wobbled horribly as Meryl struggled to meet gravity again. She let out a yell but it was muffled by the beer he dumped in to her mouth. The bitter liquid swished around violently in her mouth as he let go of the chair and danced over to Millie, who had already brought out another bottle.
Meryl wipe at her mouth furiously and started typing like a madman.
-= . . . and all idiot! =-
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Meryl shook her head in amusement at the two drunkards. Honestly, she didn't know how Millie could hold all that beer in and still be okay. She lay peacefully in her bed without a care in the world; enveloped in her dreams. The only evidence that there had been liquor was the faint smell that clung to her long hair.
Vash on the other hand . . .
"Ugh. I don't feel so good," Vash whined as he held his head and stomach at the same time. His spiked hair started to slowly lose it's hold and halfway tumbled down his face. His eyes were unfocused and his body was limp and loose. "Make it stop," he continued to cry.
Meryl tapped her foot against the wooden floor in irritation. "Well what did you think would happen after drinking so much?"
The gentle tapping of her boot sent loud vibrations through Vash's ears and straight in to his brain. "Could you stop that?" he pouted as he threw his head back against the couch. "It feels as if you're shooting daggers in to my brain."
"You're lucky I'm not shooting more than that!" she fumed as she walked toward the dresser to retrieve her night shirt. "I swear, you have nothing better to do than chase skirts and make a fool of yourself."
Vash scowled and stared at her. "Better than sitting in front of a type writer all day and bitching at everyone."
"What?" Meryl yelled loudly. Sure, work did take up a lot of her spare time but how was she ever to finish anything she started when HE was around to screw it up?!
Vash instantly knew he had overstepped that line . . . again. Meryl was a complex creature. A puzzle that was difficult to put together. ( Mostly because she hid half of the pieces . . . ) "I didn't say anything!" he cried melodramatically; frantically waving his arms.
Meryl gave him that 'humph' sound and turned away from him. "Whatever, at least I do something productive with the time I have."
Vash sighed heavily and lowered his head. "I do productive stuff," he whined in a child like voice.
"Like what?" Meryl asked while stepping behind the closet door.
Vash's eyebrow rose as he heard the soft rustling of clothing. "Like promoting the virtues of love and peace," he said absentmindedly, inching over slightly on the couch.
Meryl dug her fingers in to her boots and pulled them off. "Like that helps anyone."
"It does . . ." Again he inched over; his head tilting slowly to access a better view. What he got was an eyeful of Meryl's boot as it flew across the room and kissed him in the face. "Ouch! You're so mean!"
Meryl chuckled to herself quietly. He really didn't know when to quit. Maybe that was part of his charm. He seemed like such a child at times; arrogant and quick to make trouble whenever possible. With another hidden snicker she changed in to her nightshirt.
Her tired feet felt ridiculously wonderful against the warm floor after being cooped up inside her boots all day. When she stepped out from behind the closet door she was met by the scandalous red coat bandit. He stood at attention and held out her boot. "I do believe this belongs to you," he said in a scornful voice. He slowly opened his right eye and gave her a glare.
"Do you want a 'thank you'?" she said with a sarcastic grin.
Vash let out a deep breath and slumped over. "No," he pouted, "but that did really hurt."
The sarcasm in her smile faded and she stifled a small laugh. She instantly regretted it. Vash stared at her as if she were a foreign creature. "What?" she demanded.
Vash was really at a lose for words; which didn't happen often. Ever since he had known the insurance girl he had an instant attachment to her. It was an odd sort of fascination. Sure, she was bossy and bitchy and sometimes just out right cruel but under that cold exterior was something warmer. Something she tried to hide from him. He had seen it a few times already and when he did witness the change he has always awestruck. She reminded him so much of Rem. Always soft spoken and wise in her words.
Somehow, just witnessing her smile genuinely made him think of how special she really was. She had always been there for him, even when he didn't want her to be. She made things stir inside of him that he hadn't felt in a long time and he didn't know if he liked it or not. Perhaps that's why he was always hiding from her as well.
The silence grew to uncomfortable proportions as he continued observing her. Meryl shifted under his stare and a small blush crept up her neck and tickled her ears.
"Sorry, but I just couldn't help but notice that you don't laugh enough," he stated simply.
"And what does that mean?" she raged; instantly taking the remark as an insult.
He shook his head with a smile still plastered on his long face. "What I meant was that it suits you well. It makes you look more youthful."
Meryl blush deepened at his words. What was she to say to that? What could she say? He had just given her a compliment, something he didn't do much of to her. Maybe that was because she was usually chasing after him with some large object or another.
When she just stood there in silence Vash started worrying. "Uh . . . hello?" he sang quietly; waving his gloved hand in front of her.
Meryl jumped back in to reality and replaced her placid look with another frown. She couldn't let herself be caught off guard by his ridiculous observations. She quickly turned on the ball of her foot and headed toward the other bed in the room.
Vash was left standing in the middle of the room in complete confusion. He quickly did the math in his head. "Hey," he whined, "where am I supposed to sleep?"
Meryl cut him a look as she pulled the sheets over her stomach and nestled her head in to the soft pillow. Well, the pillow wasn't THAT soft but it was better than sleeping on the ground. Meryl said nothing but pointed at the couch instead.
Vash sighed. "That's so cold . . ."
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Meryl couldn't sleep. It didn't matter how hard she tried. There were to many thoughts rumbling around in her head to enjoy a peaceful night's sleep. With a yawn she got out of bed and headed toward the kitchenette. Perhaps a glass of water would help calm her destructive mind.
Millie's light snore rumbled gently through the room. However, there was another sound that mingled in the air. It was the deep, steady breathing of Meryl's OTHER roommate. Her eyes caught hold of the intruder.
He had already changed and was fast asleep on the couch. Meryl felt a twinge of guilt as she continued to observe him. The only thing protecting him from the slight chill in the air were his night clothes. Apparently he didn't feel brave enough to ask her for a blanket. For that she scolded him as he slept. Of course, if he HAD asked her for a blanket he probably would have been met with a long lecture about something or another. He figured his best bet was sleeping in the cold rather than sleeping with a bump on his head.
With a grumble Meryl continued her walk to the kitchen. The emptied beer bottle were carelessly thrown everywhere. A small twitch appeared under her eye as she bent over to clean up the mess that the drunks had made. After that job was complete she fixed herself a small glass of water and finished her journey by heading back to bed.
However, she, again, was stopped by the wanna-be-Prince-Charming. Meryl leaned her petite body against the table and watched him. 'What is it about you?' Meryl asked him silently. 'I'm not sure what it is but there's just something about you that makes me want to protect you.' She sighed lightly as her eyes traveled from his mused hair down to the slender curve of his lips. It was quite amusing. Half the bullshit he spilt from those lips actually made sense, not that Meryl would ever admit that to anyone.
She retrieved one of the extra blankets from her bed and covered Vash with it. He instantly shifted his body and fell on his back. Meryl cursed him for this because now she had perfect access to those lips of his. She had always wondered how they felt. In her dreams those lips were soft yet rough at the same time.
Without thinking she brought her fingers down to play with the firm jawbone that encased his face. A small stubble had already started to grow around his chin. His skin was surprisingly soft. Meryl couldn't help but stifle a small smile as her fingertips roamed lightly over his features. It was amazing how many sides there were to him. Would she ever see all of them?
Instantly she drew her hand back as if she had been burnt by his flesh. Meryl scolded herself deeply. What the hell did she think she was doing?! With an onslaught of curses she carried herself and her pathetic fantasies to bed.
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The first hints of sunlight poured in to the room and danced on Meryl's tired face. She didn't get a wink of sleep all night. She grumbled some more as she pulled back the covers and lightly strolled over to the window. With a little tug she yanked the blinds open to reveal that it was indeed mid morning.
"Millie," Meryl said through tired morning tears, "it's time to get up."
Millie mumbled something incoherent and pulled the sheets over her head. Meryl frowned at her companions lack of get-up-and-go. She marched over to Millie's bed and pulled at the sheets. Her efforts were to no avail as Millie held on to the blankets tightly and continued to lightly snore.
Meryl hung her head in defeat. Fine, she'd let Millie sleep a little longer. This would give her a chance to finish that letter to her boss anyway. She scurried over to her type writer while wiping away the sand from her eyes. However, she was stopped halfway to the table. Her eyes quickly observed the scene that played out in front of her.
Vash sat on the couch with his legs folded and his eyes closed. Apparently he was meditating, something Meryl never suspected HE would do. She stood silently and watched him, the feelings that had stirred her last night returned to haunt her.
His hair had finally toppled over and covered most of his forehead. His rumpled shirt loosely fell over his chest as it rose steadily with each even breath he took. He seemed so . . . different. Almost as if he were at complete peace. Sadly enough, it didn't last very long.
A blush crept up Meryl's neck and attacked her cheeks as one of his aqua filled eyes opened to stare at her. His mouth curled in to a cat like smile. "Good morning."
Meryl blinked rapidly and calmly walked in to the small kitchen area. "Yeah, what's so good about it?"
Vash shook his head in disbelief. What the hell was her problem now? "You don't have to be so pessimistic, you know."
Meryl's eye twitched at his statement. It was true. She was acting a little more uptight than usual. When she met Vash her life was practical but now is was nothing less than chaos. Is that why she was on edge? No, she could adapt to odd happenings and violent gunfights. What she couldn't adapt to was the blonde haired devil that sat lazily on the couch. He seemed to bring out the worst in her. She, by nature, a caring, gentle person but somehow her blood always heated up when she was around him.
Perhaps it was because she was ridiculously attracted to him. She wasn't quite sure when it happened or if it 'just happened' at any time at all. Maybe she was drawn to him the first moment she saw him tied up in the desert. She didn't know or care. She didn't want to have feelings for the buffoon that plagued her life.
While in the middle of pondering these things a pungent smell kissed her nose. "What's that smell?" she asked no one in particular.
Vash made the O.o look and let out a holler. "My muffins!"
Meryl blinked in confusion. His muffins? 'Oh no . . . he tried to cook!' Meryl quickly grabbed the pot holder and opened the oven door. Sure enough there laid eight burnt muffins.
Meryl let out a calm sigh. Maybe a little too calm; Vash sensed the danger that clung to Meryl's body. "What kind of idiot are you?!" she yelled as she grabbed a nearby pot and started walking toward him with it.
"Ah! Don't hurt me scary lady!" Vash yelled in fear. He quickly jumped up from the couch and cowered
Millie, who was wakened by the loud antics, looked around in confusion. "Good morning Mr. Vash," she started until she caught a whiff of breakfast, "is someone cooking a shoe?"
Vash rose his hand like a kindergarten student as he dodged another of Meryl's swings.
"Is the fire supposed to be rampaging out of control like that?" Millie asked no one in particular.
Both Meryl and Vash stopped their fight and stared at the kitchen. The muffins weren't the only things burning.
"Shit!" they both cried in unison as another normal morning drifted by.
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( A/ N ) Eh. I'm not sure if I'm feelin' this or not. It's not that I HATE it but . . . it just feels like it's missing something. *Cough* A plot! *Cough* So anyway, let me know what you think. ( If you haven't noticed, all reviews and comments are welcomed and greatly appreciated! ^^; )
And I'll say it again. YOU . . . *Points at reader* . . . YES! I mean you there, sitting at your computer and whatnot . . . have ANY suggestions of ideas for this fic I'd love to hear them. Considering that my brain only works half the time . . . ^_^-
Thanks for Reading! ^_^-
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End of Chapter 1! =1_^=
Chapter 1
( A/N ) Hello! My name is Steph. *Blinks* ugh . . . and my evil army of rabid polar bears are going to . . . DEVOUR THE EARTH! Bwuahahaha! . . . not really, just don't really know what to say. I'm not sure where this fic is heading. I just wrote the first chapter, no plot really . . . hopefully one will develop. *Shrugs* If not then I'll jump off a bridge for being a loser. ^_^- Or you can spare my life by giving me an idea or two for this fic. *Puppy eyes*
Disclaimers - I'm only doing this once. I do not own Trigun or any of it's characters. I just twist their lives to entice my own sick fantasies . . . *Evil grin*
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-= Vash the Stampede .=-
-= . . . a precise gunman . . . an enigma . . . ugh! I can't think! =-
Meryl lifted her head slowly; tiny sweatbullets dripping slowly down her forehead. In the background were drunken noises of mayhem. Vash had gone in to another of his stupors and had brought Millie along with him. How was Meryl supposed to finish typing her report if she couldn't concentrate?!
"Sempai, you should really try this!" Millie sang loudly through the little space they had paid for. It wasn't even large enough to be called a 'room'. More like a rip-off . . . It held two beds, a couch, two tables, a closet, and a tiny kitchenette. That wasn't even the worst part of it. They were forced to share it with the notorious Humanoid Typhoon.
"No that's quite alright Millie, you enjoy," she replied in a forced, chipper voice. Again she stared at the type writer as if it was a tool of evil instead of a necessary piece of equipment.
Millie just shrugged her wide shoulders when her partner went back to work and offered more of the liquid poison to 'Mr. Vash'. He didn't refuse the offer and gleefully poured more than his fair share of the alcohol in to his mouth. That famous tie of his was hanging loosely around his tall crown of spikes.
"Don't be such a stiff, Strife," Vash pouted through the bubbling water that hung from the corner of his mouth. "Here!" Without another word he grabbed the back of Meryl's chair and tilted it back. Meryl's heart pounded rapidly as she was brought face to face with her capture.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she fumed as he met her with one of his famous smiles.
"You really need to loosen up," he said through a cat like smile and pulled her further back. The legs of the chair stood on two and wobbled horribly as Meryl struggled to meet gravity again. She let out a yell but it was muffled by the beer he dumped in to her mouth. The bitter liquid swished around violently in her mouth as he let go of the chair and danced over to Millie, who had already brought out another bottle.
Meryl wipe at her mouth furiously and started typing like a madman.
-= . . . and all idiot! =-
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Meryl shook her head in amusement at the two drunkards. Honestly, she didn't know how Millie could hold all that beer in and still be okay. She lay peacefully in her bed without a care in the world; enveloped in her dreams. The only evidence that there had been liquor was the faint smell that clung to her long hair.
Vash on the other hand . . .
"Ugh. I don't feel so good," Vash whined as he held his head and stomach at the same time. His spiked hair started to slowly lose it's hold and halfway tumbled down his face. His eyes were unfocused and his body was limp and loose. "Make it stop," he continued to cry.
Meryl tapped her foot against the wooden floor in irritation. "Well what did you think would happen after drinking so much?"
The gentle tapping of her boot sent loud vibrations through Vash's ears and straight in to his brain. "Could you stop that?" he pouted as he threw his head back against the couch. "It feels as if you're shooting daggers in to my brain."
"You're lucky I'm not shooting more than that!" she fumed as she walked toward the dresser to retrieve her night shirt. "I swear, you have nothing better to do than chase skirts and make a fool of yourself."
Vash scowled and stared at her. "Better than sitting in front of a type writer all day and bitching at everyone."
"What?" Meryl yelled loudly. Sure, work did take up a lot of her spare time but how was she ever to finish anything she started when HE was around to screw it up?!
Vash instantly knew he had overstepped that line . . . again. Meryl was a complex creature. A puzzle that was difficult to put together. ( Mostly because she hid half of the pieces . . . ) "I didn't say anything!" he cried melodramatically; frantically waving his arms.
Meryl gave him that 'humph' sound and turned away from him. "Whatever, at least I do something productive with the time I have."
Vash sighed heavily and lowered his head. "I do productive stuff," he whined in a child like voice.
"Like what?" Meryl asked while stepping behind the closet door.
Vash's eyebrow rose as he heard the soft rustling of clothing. "Like promoting the virtues of love and peace," he said absentmindedly, inching over slightly on the couch.
Meryl dug her fingers in to her boots and pulled them off. "Like that helps anyone."
"It does . . ." Again he inched over; his head tilting slowly to access a better view. What he got was an eyeful of Meryl's boot as it flew across the room and kissed him in the face. "Ouch! You're so mean!"
Meryl chuckled to herself quietly. He really didn't know when to quit. Maybe that was part of his charm. He seemed like such a child at times; arrogant and quick to make trouble whenever possible. With another hidden snicker she changed in to her nightshirt.
Her tired feet felt ridiculously wonderful against the warm floor after being cooped up inside her boots all day. When she stepped out from behind the closet door she was met by the scandalous red coat bandit. He stood at attention and held out her boot. "I do believe this belongs to you," he said in a scornful voice. He slowly opened his right eye and gave her a glare.
"Do you want a 'thank you'?" she said with a sarcastic grin.
Vash let out a deep breath and slumped over. "No," he pouted, "but that did really hurt."
The sarcasm in her smile faded and she stifled a small laugh. She instantly regretted it. Vash stared at her as if she were a foreign creature. "What?" she demanded.
Vash was really at a lose for words; which didn't happen often. Ever since he had known the insurance girl he had an instant attachment to her. It was an odd sort of fascination. Sure, she was bossy and bitchy and sometimes just out right cruel but under that cold exterior was something warmer. Something she tried to hide from him. He had seen it a few times already and when he did witness the change he has always awestruck. She reminded him so much of Rem. Always soft spoken and wise in her words.
Somehow, just witnessing her smile genuinely made him think of how special she really was. She had always been there for him, even when he didn't want her to be. She made things stir inside of him that he hadn't felt in a long time and he didn't know if he liked it or not. Perhaps that's why he was always hiding from her as well.
The silence grew to uncomfortable proportions as he continued observing her. Meryl shifted under his stare and a small blush crept up her neck and tickled her ears.
"Sorry, but I just couldn't help but notice that you don't laugh enough," he stated simply.
"And what does that mean?" she raged; instantly taking the remark as an insult.
He shook his head with a smile still plastered on his long face. "What I meant was that it suits you well. It makes you look more youthful."
Meryl blush deepened at his words. What was she to say to that? What could she say? He had just given her a compliment, something he didn't do much of to her. Maybe that was because she was usually chasing after him with some large object or another.
When she just stood there in silence Vash started worrying. "Uh . . . hello?" he sang quietly; waving his gloved hand in front of her.
Meryl jumped back in to reality and replaced her placid look with another frown. She couldn't let herself be caught off guard by his ridiculous observations. She quickly turned on the ball of her foot and headed toward the other bed in the room.
Vash was left standing in the middle of the room in complete confusion. He quickly did the math in his head. "Hey," he whined, "where am I supposed to sleep?"
Meryl cut him a look as she pulled the sheets over her stomach and nestled her head in to the soft pillow. Well, the pillow wasn't THAT soft but it was better than sleeping on the ground. Meryl said nothing but pointed at the couch instead.
Vash sighed. "That's so cold . . ."
~*~
Meryl couldn't sleep. It didn't matter how hard she tried. There were to many thoughts rumbling around in her head to enjoy a peaceful night's sleep. With a yawn she got out of bed and headed toward the kitchenette. Perhaps a glass of water would help calm her destructive mind.
Millie's light snore rumbled gently through the room. However, there was another sound that mingled in the air. It was the deep, steady breathing of Meryl's OTHER roommate. Her eyes caught hold of the intruder.
He had already changed and was fast asleep on the couch. Meryl felt a twinge of guilt as she continued to observe him. The only thing protecting him from the slight chill in the air were his night clothes. Apparently he didn't feel brave enough to ask her for a blanket. For that she scolded him as he slept. Of course, if he HAD asked her for a blanket he probably would have been met with a long lecture about something or another. He figured his best bet was sleeping in the cold rather than sleeping with a bump on his head.
With a grumble Meryl continued her walk to the kitchen. The emptied beer bottle were carelessly thrown everywhere. A small twitch appeared under her eye as she bent over to clean up the mess that the drunks had made. After that job was complete she fixed herself a small glass of water and finished her journey by heading back to bed.
However, she, again, was stopped by the wanna-be-Prince-Charming. Meryl leaned her petite body against the table and watched him. 'What is it about you?' Meryl asked him silently. 'I'm not sure what it is but there's just something about you that makes me want to protect you.' She sighed lightly as her eyes traveled from his mused hair down to the slender curve of his lips. It was quite amusing. Half the bullshit he spilt from those lips actually made sense, not that Meryl would ever admit that to anyone.
She retrieved one of the extra blankets from her bed and covered Vash with it. He instantly shifted his body and fell on his back. Meryl cursed him for this because now she had perfect access to those lips of his. She had always wondered how they felt. In her dreams those lips were soft yet rough at the same time.
Without thinking she brought her fingers down to play with the firm jawbone that encased his face. A small stubble had already started to grow around his chin. His skin was surprisingly soft. Meryl couldn't help but stifle a small smile as her fingertips roamed lightly over his features. It was amazing how many sides there were to him. Would she ever see all of them?
Instantly she drew her hand back as if she had been burnt by his flesh. Meryl scolded herself deeply. What the hell did she think she was doing?! With an onslaught of curses she carried herself and her pathetic fantasies to bed.
~*~
The first hints of sunlight poured in to the room and danced on Meryl's tired face. She didn't get a wink of sleep all night. She grumbled some more as she pulled back the covers and lightly strolled over to the window. With a little tug she yanked the blinds open to reveal that it was indeed mid morning.
"Millie," Meryl said through tired morning tears, "it's time to get up."
Millie mumbled something incoherent and pulled the sheets over her head. Meryl frowned at her companions lack of get-up-and-go. She marched over to Millie's bed and pulled at the sheets. Her efforts were to no avail as Millie held on to the blankets tightly and continued to lightly snore.
Meryl hung her head in defeat. Fine, she'd let Millie sleep a little longer. This would give her a chance to finish that letter to her boss anyway. She scurried over to her type writer while wiping away the sand from her eyes. However, she was stopped halfway to the table. Her eyes quickly observed the scene that played out in front of her.
Vash sat on the couch with his legs folded and his eyes closed. Apparently he was meditating, something Meryl never suspected HE would do. She stood silently and watched him, the feelings that had stirred her last night returned to haunt her.
His hair had finally toppled over and covered most of his forehead. His rumpled shirt loosely fell over his chest as it rose steadily with each even breath he took. He seemed so . . . different. Almost as if he were at complete peace. Sadly enough, it didn't last very long.
A blush crept up Meryl's neck and attacked her cheeks as one of his aqua filled eyes opened to stare at her. His mouth curled in to a cat like smile. "Good morning."
Meryl blinked rapidly and calmly walked in to the small kitchen area. "Yeah, what's so good about it?"
Vash shook his head in disbelief. What the hell was her problem now? "You don't have to be so pessimistic, you know."
Meryl's eye twitched at his statement. It was true. She was acting a little more uptight than usual. When she met Vash her life was practical but now is was nothing less than chaos. Is that why she was on edge? No, she could adapt to odd happenings and violent gunfights. What she couldn't adapt to was the blonde haired devil that sat lazily on the couch. He seemed to bring out the worst in her. She, by nature, a caring, gentle person but somehow her blood always heated up when she was around him.
Perhaps it was because she was ridiculously attracted to him. She wasn't quite sure when it happened or if it 'just happened' at any time at all. Maybe she was drawn to him the first moment she saw him tied up in the desert. She didn't know or care. She didn't want to have feelings for the buffoon that plagued her life.
While in the middle of pondering these things a pungent smell kissed her nose. "What's that smell?" she asked no one in particular.
Vash made the O.o look and let out a holler. "My muffins!"
Meryl blinked in confusion. His muffins? 'Oh no . . . he tried to cook!' Meryl quickly grabbed the pot holder and opened the oven door. Sure enough there laid eight burnt muffins.
Meryl let out a calm sigh. Maybe a little too calm; Vash sensed the danger that clung to Meryl's body. "What kind of idiot are you?!" she yelled as she grabbed a nearby pot and started walking toward him with it.
"Ah! Don't hurt me scary lady!" Vash yelled in fear. He quickly jumped up from the couch and cowered
Millie, who was wakened by the loud antics, looked around in confusion. "Good morning Mr. Vash," she started until she caught a whiff of breakfast, "is someone cooking a shoe?"
Vash rose his hand like a kindergarten student as he dodged another of Meryl's swings.
"Is the fire supposed to be rampaging out of control like that?" Millie asked no one in particular.
Both Meryl and Vash stopped their fight and stared at the kitchen. The muffins weren't the only things burning.
"Shit!" they both cried in unison as another normal morning drifted by.
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( A/ N ) Eh. I'm not sure if I'm feelin' this or not. It's not that I HATE it but . . . it just feels like it's missing something. *Cough* A plot! *Cough* So anyway, let me know what you think. ( If you haven't noticed, all reviews and comments are welcomed and greatly appreciated! ^^; )
And I'll say it again. YOU . . . *Points at reader* . . . YES! I mean you there, sitting at your computer and whatnot . . . have ANY suggestions of ideas for this fic I'd love to hear them. Considering that my brain only works half the time . . . ^_^-
Thanks for Reading! ^_^-
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End of Chapter 1! =1_^=
