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I had caught Vash when he attempted to lock himself inside of his room. Of course, I was a little bit too fast for him. With just the tip of my fingers, I grabbed his collar and jerked him backward to the floor. Vash squealed and struggled to get away. He probably could have too, had I not sat on his chest and proceeded to slap the crap out of him.
"Of all of the- *slap* -stupid things- *slap* -for you to do, Vash- *slap* -you just had- *slap* -to steal- *slap* -my- *slap* -clothes- *slap*!" I yelled. Vash was looking only half conscious now, and I finally let him up. Though when I did, it didn't look like he had the sense to get up. So with the last bit of my anger, I pulled him inside the room, and struggled to get him up on the bed. Vash moaned and tried to focus his eyes.
"That's what you get for stealing my clothes. I had to walk like a hooker through the desert just to get here. Oh yeah, by the way, there's a 'Wolfwood' guy looking for you. Now if you would be so kind, where did you stash my clothes?" I demanded. Vash blinked a few times, and the replied.
"I-I traded them in for d-doughnuts." He said. I twitched.
"Okay then Vash. You want to know how it feels to walk around in almost nothing? Here's your chance." I told him. Hopping up next to him in the bed, I unbuckled and un-buttoned every chain and hole in his red overcoat, and slid it off of him. He tried to protest as I stood up and put it on.
"Well, it's a little big, but it will do. Now, until you get me a nice big cloak and a few good veils and a hat, you don't get your coat back." I told him, still busy with the buckles. Vash moaned again. I couldn't help but notice how skin tight that black suit thing was, but as I blushed, he looked over. I averted my eyes to the floor and then looked up when I felt the heat from my face cool.
Vash sat up with a goofy smile on, and besides the red hand marks, he looked like he had been struck by cupid instead of my fingers.
"W-Well, I'm kinda tiered, so I'll go to bed. See you in the morning." I told him casually as I walked out. Vash had some mixture of cute and love struck on his face. It was obvious he wasn't trying to hide it. I shut the door behind me and walked right into Nicholas.
"What are you doing with Vash's coat?" He asked raising his eyebrows at me.
*slap*
"None of your business." I told him, unlocking the door across from Vash's. Nicholas tried to walk in.
"Hey, no one said I got a room for two, pervert." I told him, slamming the door in his face.
"Men!" I exclaimed.
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Sunlight leaked through the curtains, and I rolled over on Vash's coat, enjoying how it still smelt like him. It was a mixture of some spice, a musky smell, and gunpowder. I smiled and used it like a pillow, wrapping up my body in the red leather-material. Somehow, today felt brighter. Happier, somehow. What was different? I didn't feel like thinking that early. Besides, why question something so good? 'I just with Jo where here now. . .' I thought absent mindedly.
I shot out of bed. 'Jo. I've forgotten her. I've forgotten my quest, my journey. I must find the man that killed her. I will avenge her.'
And the world turned dim again. The sunlight didn't seem so magical, and my mind was set strait. I would leave today, and continue the search. I would finish my destiny. I would kill Knives, and then I would die as well, and be with Jo forever.
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The city looked so peaceful from the outside. I looked up at the buildings, for I was only just on the edge of town, preparing to leave. I looked down then and realized I was still wearing Vash's coat. I had even cut my hair short, and it was a bright blonde color. 'Now that I think about it, I and Vash look a lot alike. Short blonde hair, tall and pretty skinny. Except he's got that great noble face with sad eyes. I'm stuck with this depressed look about me, and more elegant features.
I was about to turn away from the city then, and forsake the feelings I had for Vash. But when I began to move, I saw it. Nicholas was walking out of a saloon at that very moment, and only his silhouette could be seen. But it felt like a knife in my back.
*~*~*Flash Back~*~*
Jo placed a finger over her lips, signaling for me to be quiet. I complied and carefully looked over the ledge. Six shadowed figures stood in the darkness, whispering. I jerked my head in the opposite direction, trying to tell her that we should leave. Jo didn't see me. She stared in curiosity down at the cloaked figures at strained to hear their voices.
~*~*end flash back~*~*~
Nicholas turned toward me, a barely visible smile on his face. I felt the air leaving my body in a gasp.
A shadowed figure. Cloaked figures. A man carrying a large canvas- covered weapon. In shadow. Shadow. . . Jo, I didn't see it earlier. But now I saw him clearly. I can see that this man was down there that day. Now that he is a shadow, I can see all of him.
A muffled sob escaped me, and tears ran down my face as I collapsed to the ground. Jo! Give me strength! The man was running toward me. He was going to comfort me. Then, he leaned over me, and everything came into sharp focus as I twisted his arms behind his back, and pushed him to his knees. I had a gun to his head before he could protest.
"Wolfwood! Nicholas Wolfwood, are you or are you not a member of the Gung-Ho Guns?" I shouted through my tears. He was speechless. But as was I when I looked up and discovered Vash, holding a bag of doughnuts with only his black suit on. He too, looked speechless. The bag fell to the ground, and Vash began walking toward me.
"Stop right there Vash! This doesn't concern you!" I yelled out to him. Wolfwood began to struggle. I pushed my knee further into his back, and used the gun to force his head down.
"Answer me, you heartless bastard!" I yelled, pulling out a blade. Wolfwood gulped.
"If you dare lie, I'll gut you like an animal." I told him, shaking so severely that the trigger began to move. But before I pulled it, another shot rang through the air. And it was I who cried out with pain. Vash had shot my hand! He shot my hand! I could barely feel the deep slice that covered the backside of my palm, but I saw the crimson blood all over the ground, and Wolfwood had scattered away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Whips?" Wolfwood yelled at me, rubbing his arms. Vash looked at me with a horrified look, holding his gun, ready to shoot.
Another bullet flew through the air, and it was mine. Vash hadn't even seen me pull another gun. His pistol flew from his hand. This was the time to test my speed against the legendary gunfighter. It was what I had been practicing all of these years. Was I good enough to kill in front of Vash? The rage blinded me.
This was a man down there at that shadow. Any one who could tolerate somebody who killed so easily. . . deserves to die. I'm sure this man has crimes to pay for. Now, I will avenge the people he has killed.
"You will pay for your crimes, Gung-Ho Gun!" I shouted. Vash looked at me with utter confusion.
"How do you . . . know about the Gung-Ho Guns?" Vash asked.
"How could I not!" I yelled back at him. Vash moved in front of Wolfwood. I gave him the cruelest look I could muster. "Don't play stupid with me Vash! Do you know his past!? I've seen him with the leader of them all! That bastard, Knives!"
When I shouted this, the world seemed to go silent to Vash. Then the most unusual thing happened. He cried. Vash started crying. Right there on the street, he fell to his knees. Wolfwood tried to pick him up, but Vash pushed him away.
So I guess I did what I was best at. I ran away. Because Vash was crying. And it had finally struck me. I recalled the dreams I had the first night I met him. I learned he had a twin in those prophecies, but I had not seen his face. I realized though, that Vash's eyes looked just like his brothers'. Knives and Vash had the same face.
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If felt like any other day. The desert was hot, and the wind was fast. But everything was blurred. The sky in my mind was thundering, and the gray was so deep it looked black. But in reality, the world looked at peace. Not a cloud in the sky. And yet, I was so unsure.
'Do I really want to kill Vash's own brother?'
'Does Vash even like his brother? I mean, they act so different. . .'
'Is Wolfwood a good guy or a bad guy? Does he deserve death? But could I kill him in front of Vash? Would Vash let me?'
But the most puzzling emotion I felt of all was something I hadn't the time to notice. It was a warm, and fuzzy. It was sweetness, and longing for something. Some one? I was longing for closeness, but not just with any one.
"It's so funny, how I never used to want to be alone. And before now, I wished to be in eternal solitude. But once again, I feel the ache for companionship." I said to myself.
'But could this be love? Not like the friendship love I had with Jo, but like real love? Did I even let myself fall in love?' No, this wasn't something I had decided on. I knew I had fallen in love with the Human Typhoon without even trying.
I was so confused.
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A/N: Did you like it? Is any one reading this? Are you sure you're reading this because it's possible you're dreaming. I'm sorry for the long pause in updating. Thanks to my readers, if I have any, of course.
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I had caught Vash when he attempted to lock himself inside of his room. Of course, I was a little bit too fast for him. With just the tip of my fingers, I grabbed his collar and jerked him backward to the floor. Vash squealed and struggled to get away. He probably could have too, had I not sat on his chest and proceeded to slap the crap out of him.
"Of all of the- *slap* -stupid things- *slap* -for you to do, Vash- *slap* -you just had- *slap* -to steal- *slap* -my- *slap* -clothes- *slap*!" I yelled. Vash was looking only half conscious now, and I finally let him up. Though when I did, it didn't look like he had the sense to get up. So with the last bit of my anger, I pulled him inside the room, and struggled to get him up on the bed. Vash moaned and tried to focus his eyes.
"That's what you get for stealing my clothes. I had to walk like a hooker through the desert just to get here. Oh yeah, by the way, there's a 'Wolfwood' guy looking for you. Now if you would be so kind, where did you stash my clothes?" I demanded. Vash blinked a few times, and the replied.
"I-I traded them in for d-doughnuts." He said. I twitched.
"Okay then Vash. You want to know how it feels to walk around in almost nothing? Here's your chance." I told him. Hopping up next to him in the bed, I unbuckled and un-buttoned every chain and hole in his red overcoat, and slid it off of him. He tried to protest as I stood up and put it on.
"Well, it's a little big, but it will do. Now, until you get me a nice big cloak and a few good veils and a hat, you don't get your coat back." I told him, still busy with the buckles. Vash moaned again. I couldn't help but notice how skin tight that black suit thing was, but as I blushed, he looked over. I averted my eyes to the floor and then looked up when I felt the heat from my face cool.
Vash sat up with a goofy smile on, and besides the red hand marks, he looked like he had been struck by cupid instead of my fingers.
"W-Well, I'm kinda tiered, so I'll go to bed. See you in the morning." I told him casually as I walked out. Vash had some mixture of cute and love struck on his face. It was obvious he wasn't trying to hide it. I shut the door behind me and walked right into Nicholas.
"What are you doing with Vash's coat?" He asked raising his eyebrows at me.
*slap*
"None of your business." I told him, unlocking the door across from Vash's. Nicholas tried to walk in.
"Hey, no one said I got a room for two, pervert." I told him, slamming the door in his face.
"Men!" I exclaimed.
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Sunlight leaked through the curtains, and I rolled over on Vash's coat, enjoying how it still smelt like him. It was a mixture of some spice, a musky smell, and gunpowder. I smiled and used it like a pillow, wrapping up my body in the red leather-material. Somehow, today felt brighter. Happier, somehow. What was different? I didn't feel like thinking that early. Besides, why question something so good? 'I just with Jo where here now. . .' I thought absent mindedly.
I shot out of bed. 'Jo. I've forgotten her. I've forgotten my quest, my journey. I must find the man that killed her. I will avenge her.'
And the world turned dim again. The sunlight didn't seem so magical, and my mind was set strait. I would leave today, and continue the search. I would finish my destiny. I would kill Knives, and then I would die as well, and be with Jo forever.
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The city looked so peaceful from the outside. I looked up at the buildings, for I was only just on the edge of town, preparing to leave. I looked down then and realized I was still wearing Vash's coat. I had even cut my hair short, and it was a bright blonde color. 'Now that I think about it, I and Vash look a lot alike. Short blonde hair, tall and pretty skinny. Except he's got that great noble face with sad eyes. I'm stuck with this depressed look about me, and more elegant features.
I was about to turn away from the city then, and forsake the feelings I had for Vash. But when I began to move, I saw it. Nicholas was walking out of a saloon at that very moment, and only his silhouette could be seen. But it felt like a knife in my back.
*~*~*Flash Back~*~*
Jo placed a finger over her lips, signaling for me to be quiet. I complied and carefully looked over the ledge. Six shadowed figures stood in the darkness, whispering. I jerked my head in the opposite direction, trying to tell her that we should leave. Jo didn't see me. She stared in curiosity down at the cloaked figures at strained to hear their voices.
~*~*end flash back~*~*~
Nicholas turned toward me, a barely visible smile on his face. I felt the air leaving my body in a gasp.
A shadowed figure. Cloaked figures. A man carrying a large canvas- covered weapon. In shadow. Shadow. . . Jo, I didn't see it earlier. But now I saw him clearly. I can see that this man was down there that day. Now that he is a shadow, I can see all of him.
A muffled sob escaped me, and tears ran down my face as I collapsed to the ground. Jo! Give me strength! The man was running toward me. He was going to comfort me. Then, he leaned over me, and everything came into sharp focus as I twisted his arms behind his back, and pushed him to his knees. I had a gun to his head before he could protest.
"Wolfwood! Nicholas Wolfwood, are you or are you not a member of the Gung-Ho Guns?" I shouted through my tears. He was speechless. But as was I when I looked up and discovered Vash, holding a bag of doughnuts with only his black suit on. He too, looked speechless. The bag fell to the ground, and Vash began walking toward me.
"Stop right there Vash! This doesn't concern you!" I yelled out to him. Wolfwood began to struggle. I pushed my knee further into his back, and used the gun to force his head down.
"Answer me, you heartless bastard!" I yelled, pulling out a blade. Wolfwood gulped.
"If you dare lie, I'll gut you like an animal." I told him, shaking so severely that the trigger began to move. But before I pulled it, another shot rang through the air. And it was I who cried out with pain. Vash had shot my hand! He shot my hand! I could barely feel the deep slice that covered the backside of my palm, but I saw the crimson blood all over the ground, and Wolfwood had scattered away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Whips?" Wolfwood yelled at me, rubbing his arms. Vash looked at me with a horrified look, holding his gun, ready to shoot.
Another bullet flew through the air, and it was mine. Vash hadn't even seen me pull another gun. His pistol flew from his hand. This was the time to test my speed against the legendary gunfighter. It was what I had been practicing all of these years. Was I good enough to kill in front of Vash? The rage blinded me.
This was a man down there at that shadow. Any one who could tolerate somebody who killed so easily. . . deserves to die. I'm sure this man has crimes to pay for. Now, I will avenge the people he has killed.
"You will pay for your crimes, Gung-Ho Gun!" I shouted. Vash looked at me with utter confusion.
"How do you . . . know about the Gung-Ho Guns?" Vash asked.
"How could I not!" I yelled back at him. Vash moved in front of Wolfwood. I gave him the cruelest look I could muster. "Don't play stupid with me Vash! Do you know his past!? I've seen him with the leader of them all! That bastard, Knives!"
When I shouted this, the world seemed to go silent to Vash. Then the most unusual thing happened. He cried. Vash started crying. Right there on the street, he fell to his knees. Wolfwood tried to pick him up, but Vash pushed him away.
So I guess I did what I was best at. I ran away. Because Vash was crying. And it had finally struck me. I recalled the dreams I had the first night I met him. I learned he had a twin in those prophecies, but I had not seen his face. I realized though, that Vash's eyes looked just like his brothers'. Knives and Vash had the same face.
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If felt like any other day. The desert was hot, and the wind was fast. But everything was blurred. The sky in my mind was thundering, and the gray was so deep it looked black. But in reality, the world looked at peace. Not a cloud in the sky. And yet, I was so unsure.
'Do I really want to kill Vash's own brother?'
'Does Vash even like his brother? I mean, they act so different. . .'
'Is Wolfwood a good guy or a bad guy? Does he deserve death? But could I kill him in front of Vash? Would Vash let me?'
But the most puzzling emotion I felt of all was something I hadn't the time to notice. It was a warm, and fuzzy. It was sweetness, and longing for something. Some one? I was longing for closeness, but not just with any one.
"It's so funny, how I never used to want to be alone. And before now, I wished to be in eternal solitude. But once again, I feel the ache for companionship." I said to myself.
'But could this be love? Not like the friendship love I had with Jo, but like real love? Did I even let myself fall in love?' No, this wasn't something I had decided on. I knew I had fallen in love with the Human Typhoon without even trying.
I was so confused.
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A/N: Did you like it? Is any one reading this? Are you sure you're reading this because it's possible you're dreaming. I'm sorry for the long pause in updating. Thanks to my readers, if I have any, of course.