Hey! This is Adrian Wynd speaking xD My story is going to be pretty long,
about 20 chapters or more, maybe. I rated it PG-13 for now, since there's
going to be quite a few people dying and a few people getting hurt.
I should explain that this story is taken place before Vash goes to fight with Knives. Hence, Wolfwood is still alive and well. Milly is NOT pregnant with his child. And even though it might not look like a Vash/Meryl story, it is. Meryl just still has a small crush on her old boyfriend, that's all!
And in chapter 4, where Milly and Wolfwood share a bed, they were NOT having you-know-what. Wolfwood just felt sorry for Milly, who was sleeping alone, so he decided to join her.
Thanks for reading this story ^0^
Chapter 6
"Vash the Stampede.lover of peace and harmony, eh? I've lost Elaine to you, I won't let you get away with it, got that, buster?"
A man embedded in the shadows smirked, watching Vash with his cat-like eyes.
"Enjoy your time left with your dear Meryl.you won't be able to see her for eternity, like I won't be able to see Elaine."
Laughing cruelly, he fled into the midnight darkness before the rosy- fingered dawn crawled over the vast sky.
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Wolfwood and Milly went out for the day to buy some pudding. Milly seemed to get over the death of the sheriff, and happily went out with Wolfwood singing her song about pudding.
Meryl was again typing away on her typewriter, a can of beer in her hand. Vash leaned over her shoulder, looking at her report. He then looked at the can of beer, and raised a brow.
"Since when did you drink beer while writing your report, insurance girl?"
Meryl growled slightly, and took a swig out of her can.
"Shut up Vash, if you want to keep all your bones in the right place."
Obviously, Meryl was NOT in a good mood. Vash just shrugged, and plopped onto the bed, humming Rem's song.
Meryl looked over her shoulder, and smiled. It was the first smile Vash saw in a long time. And it was a pretty smile. Just how he liked it.
"You miss her.don't you?"
Vash glanced over at Meryl, and nodded.
"Yeah.I do.it's funny, because I can clearly remember her face and everything, but her voice.it's fading away from my memory."
Meryl looked up at the ceiling and nodded. This was the first time she ever had a "serious" conversation with Vash. And it felt awkward. VERY awkward.
"Well.they do say that you're most likely to forget one's voice earlier than one's image."
Meryl knew that from personal experience. She remembered her face clearly from highschool. Long hair, gray eyes, bright smile.but what was her voice like? Was it high and perky? Was it low and sweet?
Vash stared at Meryl. She really did look like Rem. It was hard, trying to separate Rem and Meryl. He had a hard time reminding himself that Meryl was NOT Rem. But whether or not she looked like Rem, he knew one thing for sure. That Meryl was really pretty.
Meryl knew that Vash was staring at her and thinking that she looked like his long lost love Rem. To be truthful, she really liked Vash, even though she yelled at him, kicked him, and slapped him. Even though she had many boyfriends in the past, she didn't know how to approach him.Vash the Stampede was one of a kind.
Vash felt his body move towards Meryl. He didn't know what he was doing, but his body.just moved. He embraced Meryl in his arms, and Meryl, surprised at his action, actually hugged him back. Sort of. It was awkward, but it was an embrace. Meryl felt her heart pounding really fast, and she felt like she was sweating all over. Vash, on the other hand, saw how small and frail Meryl was, despite the fact that she could beat him up anyday. It felt good, hugging her.
Looking straight into Vash's aqua green eyes, Meryl saw many things. Pain, sorrow, happiness, and even love. She loved Vash's eyes as much as she hated her own gray eyes. Eyes expressed many emotions in which body language and words cannot express. Milly's light blue eyes showed her pleasant nature. Mr. Wolfwood's dark eyes showed his hard past, and yet shone with kindness. Her gray eyes? She didn't know what it showed.
Vash then got his legs entwined onto one of the legs of the chair and fell backwards, carrying the chair and Meryl down with him. Meryl then yelled at him for being so clumsy, and somehow got herself out of the mess while Vash grinned sheepishly from the ground.
"Hey Meryl! Why so cranky? Having PMS?"
Meryl turned around, gray eyes blazing. Vash immediately knew he said the wrong thing, and frantically tried to run away from her.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPPPP!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Meryl kicked the chair away and cornered Vash. Vash was whimpering as Meryl glared down at him.
"Meryl, don't hurt me."
He looked up at her with his puppy-dog eyes, but Meryl continued to glare at him. Holding an empty can of beer in her left hand, she crushed it as she glared at him.
"I do NOT have PMS. And Vash, you are officially dead."
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!"
After a few cracks and screams from Vash, all was settled. When Wolfwood and Milly came home, Vash was lying on the ground in an awkward position, while Meryl was grumbling something about women's privacy near the window.
"They sure do have a weird way of expressing their love."
Wolfwood shook his head, as Meryl glared at him dangerously.
"Mr. Wolfwood."
The next second, Milly was busy trying to pry off Meryl from Wolfwood.
I should explain that this story is taken place before Vash goes to fight with Knives. Hence, Wolfwood is still alive and well. Milly is NOT pregnant with his child. And even though it might not look like a Vash/Meryl story, it is. Meryl just still has a small crush on her old boyfriend, that's all!
And in chapter 4, where Milly and Wolfwood share a bed, they were NOT having you-know-what. Wolfwood just felt sorry for Milly, who was sleeping alone, so he decided to join her.
Thanks for reading this story ^0^
Chapter 6
"Vash the Stampede.lover of peace and harmony, eh? I've lost Elaine to you, I won't let you get away with it, got that, buster?"
A man embedded in the shadows smirked, watching Vash with his cat-like eyes.
"Enjoy your time left with your dear Meryl.you won't be able to see her for eternity, like I won't be able to see Elaine."
Laughing cruelly, he fled into the midnight darkness before the rosy- fingered dawn crawled over the vast sky.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wolfwood and Milly went out for the day to buy some pudding. Milly seemed to get over the death of the sheriff, and happily went out with Wolfwood singing her song about pudding.
Meryl was again typing away on her typewriter, a can of beer in her hand. Vash leaned over her shoulder, looking at her report. He then looked at the can of beer, and raised a brow.
"Since when did you drink beer while writing your report, insurance girl?"
Meryl growled slightly, and took a swig out of her can.
"Shut up Vash, if you want to keep all your bones in the right place."
Obviously, Meryl was NOT in a good mood. Vash just shrugged, and plopped onto the bed, humming Rem's song.
Meryl looked over her shoulder, and smiled. It was the first smile Vash saw in a long time. And it was a pretty smile. Just how he liked it.
"You miss her.don't you?"
Vash glanced over at Meryl, and nodded.
"Yeah.I do.it's funny, because I can clearly remember her face and everything, but her voice.it's fading away from my memory."
Meryl looked up at the ceiling and nodded. This was the first time she ever had a "serious" conversation with Vash. And it felt awkward. VERY awkward.
"Well.they do say that you're most likely to forget one's voice earlier than one's image."
Meryl knew that from personal experience. She remembered her face clearly from highschool. Long hair, gray eyes, bright smile.but what was her voice like? Was it high and perky? Was it low and sweet?
Vash stared at Meryl. She really did look like Rem. It was hard, trying to separate Rem and Meryl. He had a hard time reminding himself that Meryl was NOT Rem. But whether or not she looked like Rem, he knew one thing for sure. That Meryl was really pretty.
Meryl knew that Vash was staring at her and thinking that she looked like his long lost love Rem. To be truthful, she really liked Vash, even though she yelled at him, kicked him, and slapped him. Even though she had many boyfriends in the past, she didn't know how to approach him.Vash the Stampede was one of a kind.
Vash felt his body move towards Meryl. He didn't know what he was doing, but his body.just moved. He embraced Meryl in his arms, and Meryl, surprised at his action, actually hugged him back. Sort of. It was awkward, but it was an embrace. Meryl felt her heart pounding really fast, and she felt like she was sweating all over. Vash, on the other hand, saw how small and frail Meryl was, despite the fact that she could beat him up anyday. It felt good, hugging her.
Looking straight into Vash's aqua green eyes, Meryl saw many things. Pain, sorrow, happiness, and even love. She loved Vash's eyes as much as she hated her own gray eyes. Eyes expressed many emotions in which body language and words cannot express. Milly's light blue eyes showed her pleasant nature. Mr. Wolfwood's dark eyes showed his hard past, and yet shone with kindness. Her gray eyes? She didn't know what it showed.
Vash then got his legs entwined onto one of the legs of the chair and fell backwards, carrying the chair and Meryl down with him. Meryl then yelled at him for being so clumsy, and somehow got herself out of the mess while Vash grinned sheepishly from the ground.
"Hey Meryl! Why so cranky? Having PMS?"
Meryl turned around, gray eyes blazing. Vash immediately knew he said the wrong thing, and frantically tried to run away from her.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPPPP!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Meryl kicked the chair away and cornered Vash. Vash was whimpering as Meryl glared down at him.
"Meryl, don't hurt me."
He looked up at her with his puppy-dog eyes, but Meryl continued to glare at him. Holding an empty can of beer in her left hand, she crushed it as she glared at him.
"I do NOT have PMS. And Vash, you are officially dead."
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!"
After a few cracks and screams from Vash, all was settled. When Wolfwood and Milly came home, Vash was lying on the ground in an awkward position, while Meryl was grumbling something about women's privacy near the window.
"They sure do have a weird way of expressing their love."
Wolfwood shook his head, as Meryl glared at him dangerously.
"Mr. Wolfwood."
The next second, Milly was busy trying to pry off Meryl from Wolfwood.