Disclaimer: I do not own Vash or any characters of Trigun.
Note: This is my first Trigun Fanfic, please no flames! *** **** ***** ******
I wasn't having a good day. The first problem was that the ticket I had ordered to the next city had been lost. Secondly, I had just been evicted from the place I had above the barber shop. Thirdly, though I had all the money I needed, I had no plans. The bounty hunter life wasn't a good one. Being a female one only made it worse.
By lunch time I decided to stop for something, hearing my stomach growl. The saloon on my right looked decent enough. I stepped inside and looked around, seeing only a few men lining the sides. Several of them gave me suspicious looks. I knew why. Not many people hid their faces and bodies under long black coats. Any one who did had something to hide.
And I guess I had something to hide.
I sat down at the bar and looked over a menu that hung crookedly above the back door. Finally deciding on something, I signaled the bartender over.
"What will it be, sir?" He asked. I gave no reaction to his mistake. I was glad people thought I was a man. It was better that way.
"Ham Sandwich and water." I said. The man wrote it down and placed it on the rack. It appeared no other customers wanted anything from the bar. I signaled the bartender again. He came up and raised his eyebrows, a silent question.
"Sir, would you happen to know anything about any new bounties around here?" I asked. I saw him pick up a rag and begin to polish a glass.
"There are several new ones that you can find outside the sheriff's office, just posted this morning. But there is a wild rumor going around town. Some guy last night told me he saw him with his own eyes." He said.
"Saw who?" I asked, lowering my voice. The bartender bent down and whispered into my ear.
"Vash, sir. Vash the Stampede." He said. I gasped.
Vash wasn't only a living legend; he was a bounty hunter's fantasy. Sixty billion double dollars. A bounty worth a life. Not that I'd ever pay that price. But it was like a speck of gold in a desert. To be in a town that The Human Typhoon was in at the same time was like heaven. All that money, just think! 'I'd buy my own green house!' I thought, a smirk coming to my covered lips.
The bartender backed away and brought me my food. I picked up the sandwich and took a bite. When I had finished my first half I took to the water. Thought had I known I wouldn't be swallowing a drop I wouldn't have bothered.
The door opened to my right and a tall character of a man stepped inside, taking of his sun glasses.
I had the glass to my lips.
He walked over toward me and sat on my left.
I opened my mouth to take in the liquid.
The man took a glance at me.
The glass in my hand shattered.
"Shit." I said half-heartedly. I had smashed the glass in my hand, and several shards lay imbedded in my palm and fingers. Thanks to the sound of shattering, the whole bar was looking at me and the bloody shards on the counter. I grimaced and began to pull the thick shards out of my fingers.
"Let me help you with that." The man to my left asked. I nodded and offered my sliced hand on his direction. He held my wrist with one hand and grabbed out a piece. I bit my tongue to resist letting loose a squeal. He began to turn a shade of green.
"Oh, c'mon, don't tell me you're squeamish?" I said exasperatingly.
"Heh heh, I'm not great with blood." He replied, pulling out another. I almost squeaked as he pulled out the last one. The bartender had already come and gathered up the bloody glass.
"Thanks." I told the man. He smiled and started at me for a moment. Suddenly, seeing those eyes, I couldn't stare at him any more. I put a bill down on the counter and stood up. The tall man made a kind of 'huh?' noise and watched me walk out of the saloon. I rounded the corner and walked into a dark alley way. Leaning against the wall, I slid down until I was sitting in the dust.
What was it about those eyes? The way they mirrored you? The way they were only fake eyes, covering up something burning underneath? What was it? When I look into those eyes, I see myself, curled up and crying in a dark room. Images of my past were brought to life like ghosts. And underneath those eyes, that man was so depressed, so angry, it made my tears well up. That's why I walked out.
That was no normal man. And even as I walked down the small alley into who knows where, I couldn't get those eyes out of my mind. Images of him bleeding and scarred came to me from unknown sources, from places I didn't know I had. Even as footsteps and laughter came up in front of me, I was hardly fazed. I saw the men drinking and yelling, and tried to ignore the drunken men as I walked past.
But none of them wanted to be ignored. A man took a swing at my head from behind. I easily ducked and caught his hand. Using what energy I had left, I twisted it behind his back and pushed him on his knees. The man yelped and crawled off.
"Hey mister, if you wanna start a fight, I'll take you." Said a second man, coming from behind the first. In the silence before my reply, gunshots burst thought the air. When the men jumped and ran past me, I saw the shooter. The man from the saloon had fallowed me.
"I can take care of myself!" I yelled at him, before turning on my heel. I began to walk.
"Did I do some thing to offend you?" The gunman asked. I stopped.
"No." I told him, turning around.
"Then why the big huff and puff back in the saloon?" He asked. I looked into his eyes. His sweet smiling eyes.
"Y'know, for some one so sad, you sure know how to act happy." I told him. His smile faded, leaving him with an empty face. "I've just been having a bad day. Stressful. Say, you wouldn't happen to know where I can get a map of a trail from this city to the next, would you?" I asked, trying to change the subject. He sheathed his revolver and walked up. He stood only teen feet away, far too close.
"Ask a guy in the general store. They've got them." He said. I nodded.
"See you around then." I told him before turning again.
"Have a nice day, miss." How did he know I was a miss?
Note: This is my first Trigun Fanfic, please no flames! *** **** ***** ******
I wasn't having a good day. The first problem was that the ticket I had ordered to the next city had been lost. Secondly, I had just been evicted from the place I had above the barber shop. Thirdly, though I had all the money I needed, I had no plans. The bounty hunter life wasn't a good one. Being a female one only made it worse.
By lunch time I decided to stop for something, hearing my stomach growl. The saloon on my right looked decent enough. I stepped inside and looked around, seeing only a few men lining the sides. Several of them gave me suspicious looks. I knew why. Not many people hid their faces and bodies under long black coats. Any one who did had something to hide.
And I guess I had something to hide.
I sat down at the bar and looked over a menu that hung crookedly above the back door. Finally deciding on something, I signaled the bartender over.
"What will it be, sir?" He asked. I gave no reaction to his mistake. I was glad people thought I was a man. It was better that way.
"Ham Sandwich and water." I said. The man wrote it down and placed it on the rack. It appeared no other customers wanted anything from the bar. I signaled the bartender again. He came up and raised his eyebrows, a silent question.
"Sir, would you happen to know anything about any new bounties around here?" I asked. I saw him pick up a rag and begin to polish a glass.
"There are several new ones that you can find outside the sheriff's office, just posted this morning. But there is a wild rumor going around town. Some guy last night told me he saw him with his own eyes." He said.
"Saw who?" I asked, lowering my voice. The bartender bent down and whispered into my ear.
"Vash, sir. Vash the Stampede." He said. I gasped.
Vash wasn't only a living legend; he was a bounty hunter's fantasy. Sixty billion double dollars. A bounty worth a life. Not that I'd ever pay that price. But it was like a speck of gold in a desert. To be in a town that The Human Typhoon was in at the same time was like heaven. All that money, just think! 'I'd buy my own green house!' I thought, a smirk coming to my covered lips.
The bartender backed away and brought me my food. I picked up the sandwich and took a bite. When I had finished my first half I took to the water. Thought had I known I wouldn't be swallowing a drop I wouldn't have bothered.
The door opened to my right and a tall character of a man stepped inside, taking of his sun glasses.
I had the glass to my lips.
He walked over toward me and sat on my left.
I opened my mouth to take in the liquid.
The man took a glance at me.
The glass in my hand shattered.
"Shit." I said half-heartedly. I had smashed the glass in my hand, and several shards lay imbedded in my palm and fingers. Thanks to the sound of shattering, the whole bar was looking at me and the bloody shards on the counter. I grimaced and began to pull the thick shards out of my fingers.
"Let me help you with that." The man to my left asked. I nodded and offered my sliced hand on his direction. He held my wrist with one hand and grabbed out a piece. I bit my tongue to resist letting loose a squeal. He began to turn a shade of green.
"Oh, c'mon, don't tell me you're squeamish?" I said exasperatingly.
"Heh heh, I'm not great with blood." He replied, pulling out another. I almost squeaked as he pulled out the last one. The bartender had already come and gathered up the bloody glass.
"Thanks." I told the man. He smiled and started at me for a moment. Suddenly, seeing those eyes, I couldn't stare at him any more. I put a bill down on the counter and stood up. The tall man made a kind of 'huh?' noise and watched me walk out of the saloon. I rounded the corner and walked into a dark alley way. Leaning against the wall, I slid down until I was sitting in the dust.
What was it about those eyes? The way they mirrored you? The way they were only fake eyes, covering up something burning underneath? What was it? When I look into those eyes, I see myself, curled up and crying in a dark room. Images of my past were brought to life like ghosts. And underneath those eyes, that man was so depressed, so angry, it made my tears well up. That's why I walked out.
That was no normal man. And even as I walked down the small alley into who knows where, I couldn't get those eyes out of my mind. Images of him bleeding and scarred came to me from unknown sources, from places I didn't know I had. Even as footsteps and laughter came up in front of me, I was hardly fazed. I saw the men drinking and yelling, and tried to ignore the drunken men as I walked past.
But none of them wanted to be ignored. A man took a swing at my head from behind. I easily ducked and caught his hand. Using what energy I had left, I twisted it behind his back and pushed him on his knees. The man yelped and crawled off.
"Hey mister, if you wanna start a fight, I'll take you." Said a second man, coming from behind the first. In the silence before my reply, gunshots burst thought the air. When the men jumped and ran past me, I saw the shooter. The man from the saloon had fallowed me.
"I can take care of myself!" I yelled at him, before turning on my heel. I began to walk.
"Did I do some thing to offend you?" The gunman asked. I stopped.
"No." I told him, turning around.
"Then why the big huff and puff back in the saloon?" He asked. I looked into his eyes. His sweet smiling eyes.
"Y'know, for some one so sad, you sure know how to act happy." I told him. His smile faded, leaving him with an empty face. "I've just been having a bad day. Stressful. Say, you wouldn't happen to know where I can get a map of a trail from this city to the next, would you?" I asked, trying to change the subject. He sheathed his revolver and walked up. He stood only teen feet away, far too close.
"Ask a guy in the general store. They've got them." He said. I nodded.
"See you around then." I told him before turning again.
"Have a nice day, miss." How did he know I was a miss?