Chapter 21: Ahh, finally chapter 21 is up!!!!!
Chapter 21
Vash and Wolfwood groaned loudly as an irritated Meryl stomped around the room in search of her typewriter. Vash and Wolfwood got into a pillow fight for an amusement, which ended up in a not-so-much-of-a-pillow fight. They both threw whatever was next to them, causing the perfectly neat room (thanks to Meryl) to go into an entire mess. Milly was not much of a help, as she was eating pudding the whole time and cheering on Vash and Wolfwood.
"Go Mr. Wolfwood! Go Mr. Vash!" Milly yelled between spoons of pudding. Meryl sighed as she went through the things thrown on the ground, looking for her typewriter.
"Owww Meryl...you hit me too hard..." Vash groaned as he carefully nursed his injured arm.
"Yeah little girl...my head hurts like hell." Wolfwood complained, rubbing his head. Milly patted his head softly, smiling.
"I hope it feels better now, Mr. Wolfwood." Milly said kindly, making Wolfwood smile.
"Thanks big girl. It feels better already."
"If you're feeling better already, why don't you help me find my typewriter?" Meryl's voice changed from irritated to VERY irritated. She was very annoyed, knowing that her papers were probably all scrunched up and her typewriter was in bits. The other time Vash got the inn she was staying in bombed, her typewriter broke and she had to write the remaining reports all by hand, which caused much stress and anger within her.
"Hey, you know what? Why don't we go down to the restaurant and eat something?" Vash suggested, fearing that Meryl would cause more injuries to Wolfwood and himself. Wolfwood and Milly quickly nodded, knowing how aggravated Meryl can be.
Meryl raised her hands in annoyance, but finally agreed after she calmed down. Grabbing her cape, she headed out the door to join the three.
*~*~*~*~
The restaurant was fairly nearby, just two blocks away from the inn. The restaurant was pretty quiet, with only a few people occupying the seats. As the four sat down at a table, a gloomy waiter came over, his eyes somewhat sad.
"What'll it be?" his voice was hoarse, as if he swallowed a desert. Meryl felt her heart thumping, since she had a vague thought that his eyes somewhat resembled Jake's eyes. Thinking about having another serial killer on the loose made her feel sick.
'I hope he's not Jake the Second...'
When the four were just about to eat, a drunken man in his mid-fifties came over, sitting right next to Meryl. His breath stunk of alcohol, his eyes droopy and his face red as a cherry. Meryl felt very nervous and grossed out sitting next to him, casting looks of help to Vash, Wolfwood, and Milly.
"Heeeyyy pretty girls...(hiccup)...mind if I (hiccup) jooooin you for some (hiccup) foood..." he mumbled and he grinned a lop-sided grin to Meryl and Milly. Vash, being a kind man, allowed him to eat lunch with them, whilst Wolfwood looked at him cautiously. Milly didn't pay not much attention to the man, but Meryl kept on taking short glances, remembering the words she had said a few days ago.
'Only people who wish to get out of reality drown themselves in alcohol.'
Sitting to the drunken man was pretty gross. The man, dubbed Rick, had handsome features despite his age, with his blonde hair and kind brown eyes. However, he kept on squirming next to Meryl, even letting his head drop onto her shoulder. Disgusted, she promptly stood up, allowing his head to fall onto the chair and made him blink stars out of his eyes.
"Heeeyyy pretty giiiiiirlll...you didn't have to dooo that..." Rick slurred as Meryl turned her head away in disgust.
"Mr. Rick, that was plain gross!" Meryl said angrily as she sat down back on her seat. The last thing she needed was a man leaning against her. To be truthful, she didn't enjoy the restaurant at all. The air was full of fear, the people feared for their lives, and even the food tasted like fear.
Having to eat in silence wasn't great too. Wolfwood and Vash both ate in silence, and whenever Milly tried to open her mouth, she stopped doing so. With only occasional slurs from Rick, the table was quiet except for the clinking of the utensils.
When they finished eating all the food, Rick was again leaning against Meryl's shoulders, and poor Meryl was leaning against the wall for support. Vash was tense, a part in his mind saying that Jake was nearby. Wolfwood, apparently noticing that, put his hand on his giant cross in case of battle.
When the waiter came with the check, both Wolfwood and Meryl stood up, getting ready to pound the waiter. Vash and Milly had a hard time holding them back, both angrily yelling at the waiter who was apparently terrified.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO PAY EXTRA BECAUSE WE CARRY WEAPONS AND HAVE A DRUNK MAN IN OUR COMPANY?! THAT'S ABSOLUTELY RIDDICULOUS!"?Meryl yelled angrily, kicking the air in frustration as Milly pulled her away from the waiter.
"YEAH YOU IDIOT! I'M A MAN WORKING SHIT FOR FOOD AND YOU TELL ME WE HAVE TO PAY THIS MUCH FOR SOME FOOD?" Wolfwood shouted furiously as Vash pulled him away to try and stop him from pulverizing the poor waiter.
"Come on Wolfwood and Meryl...it's not his fault!" Vash tried to reason with them, but all he got was a loud response from both of them.
"SHUT UP VASH!"
Rick was slurring something behind them, looking at the check while Wolfwood and Meryl continued to argue with the waiter.
"Ma'am...I'll paaay for the che-" Rick was about to finish his sentence when a single gunshot was heard in the air. The next second, Rick landed on the ground with a loud thump, blood flowing freely from his head.
Milly screamed loudly and Wolfwood put his arm around her protectively, looking around the area in search of the killer. Vash put his hand on his gun, preparing for a fight in case. Meryl was about to scream, yet no sound came out of her mouth. Just a few seconds ago, she was shouting something at him for him to harass her, and now Rick was dead.
'Oh Jake...how many people do you have to kill until you're satisfied?'
*~*~*~*~
The four stepped out the restaurant without having to pay for the food. Nervously, Meryl took each step as if it cost her something dearly just to forward her foot one by one. She was surprised when Wolfwood pulled her in the alley, motioning for Vash and Milly to return to the inn.
"Hey little girl...you know what kind of jewels the big girl likes?" Wolfwood asked her nervously as her eyebrow raised in confusion.
"You mean...you're going to...propose to her?!" Meryl gaped at Wolfwood for a second, who was blushing (aww ^^;). Her face broke into a big smile as she shook his hand.
"Congratulations Mr. Wolfwood! I'm sure Milly would be really happy to hear that!"
"But...do you think she'll accept?" That was what Wolfwood was probably most worried about; that Milly wouldn't accept his proposal and that he would be made a laughing stock.
Meryl smiled just like how she smiled in the high school album; a focused, yet unfocused smile. "Mr. Wolfwood...if you truly tell her how you feel, Milly will surely accept."
Wolfwood nodded slightly as he lit a cigarette. Tugging at his arm, she started to walk towards the inn, her white boots making a slight tapping sound. "You go to the jewelry shop to get her a ring, Mr. Wolfwood. I'll cover up for you at the inn."
"Thanks...Meryl."
*~*~*~*~
Wolfwood quickly ran over to the jewelry shop, huffing and puffing when he got there. Entering the shop, he took a quick glance around the room, looking for a perfect ring for Milly. Taking about five minutes to choose, he found a beautiful aquamarine ring that matched the color of Milly's eyes. Grinning, he bought the ring and put it in his breast pocket.
'Now...all I have to do is pray to God that she'll accept.'
Running towards the inn, Wolfwood had an eerie feeling that someone was following him. Slowing his pace, he walked away from the inn, looking around cautiously. Turning around quickly, Wolfwood was shocked when he thought he saw a man running away from him.
The man had brown hair, and brown eyes. On his shoulder was a handkerchief wrapped around it.
Now, doesn't he sound familiar?
*~*~*~*~
Chapter 21
Vash and Wolfwood groaned loudly as an irritated Meryl stomped around the room in search of her typewriter. Vash and Wolfwood got into a pillow fight for an amusement, which ended up in a not-so-much-of-a-pillow fight. They both threw whatever was next to them, causing the perfectly neat room (thanks to Meryl) to go into an entire mess. Milly was not much of a help, as she was eating pudding the whole time and cheering on Vash and Wolfwood.
"Go Mr. Wolfwood! Go Mr. Vash!" Milly yelled between spoons of pudding. Meryl sighed as she went through the things thrown on the ground, looking for her typewriter.
"Owww Meryl...you hit me too hard..." Vash groaned as he carefully nursed his injured arm.
"Yeah little girl...my head hurts like hell." Wolfwood complained, rubbing his head. Milly patted his head softly, smiling.
"I hope it feels better now, Mr. Wolfwood." Milly said kindly, making Wolfwood smile.
"Thanks big girl. It feels better already."
"If you're feeling better already, why don't you help me find my typewriter?" Meryl's voice changed from irritated to VERY irritated. She was very annoyed, knowing that her papers were probably all scrunched up and her typewriter was in bits. The other time Vash got the inn she was staying in bombed, her typewriter broke and she had to write the remaining reports all by hand, which caused much stress and anger within her.
"Hey, you know what? Why don't we go down to the restaurant and eat something?" Vash suggested, fearing that Meryl would cause more injuries to Wolfwood and himself. Wolfwood and Milly quickly nodded, knowing how aggravated Meryl can be.
Meryl raised her hands in annoyance, but finally agreed after she calmed down. Grabbing her cape, she headed out the door to join the three.
*~*~*~*~
The restaurant was fairly nearby, just two blocks away from the inn. The restaurant was pretty quiet, with only a few people occupying the seats. As the four sat down at a table, a gloomy waiter came over, his eyes somewhat sad.
"What'll it be?" his voice was hoarse, as if he swallowed a desert. Meryl felt her heart thumping, since she had a vague thought that his eyes somewhat resembled Jake's eyes. Thinking about having another serial killer on the loose made her feel sick.
'I hope he's not Jake the Second...'
When the four were just about to eat, a drunken man in his mid-fifties came over, sitting right next to Meryl. His breath stunk of alcohol, his eyes droopy and his face red as a cherry. Meryl felt very nervous and grossed out sitting next to him, casting looks of help to Vash, Wolfwood, and Milly.
"Heeeyyy pretty girls...(hiccup)...mind if I (hiccup) jooooin you for some (hiccup) foood..." he mumbled and he grinned a lop-sided grin to Meryl and Milly. Vash, being a kind man, allowed him to eat lunch with them, whilst Wolfwood looked at him cautiously. Milly didn't pay not much attention to the man, but Meryl kept on taking short glances, remembering the words she had said a few days ago.
'Only people who wish to get out of reality drown themselves in alcohol.'
Sitting to the drunken man was pretty gross. The man, dubbed Rick, had handsome features despite his age, with his blonde hair and kind brown eyes. However, he kept on squirming next to Meryl, even letting his head drop onto her shoulder. Disgusted, she promptly stood up, allowing his head to fall onto the chair and made him blink stars out of his eyes.
"Heeeyyy pretty giiiiiirlll...you didn't have to dooo that..." Rick slurred as Meryl turned her head away in disgust.
"Mr. Rick, that was plain gross!" Meryl said angrily as she sat down back on her seat. The last thing she needed was a man leaning against her. To be truthful, she didn't enjoy the restaurant at all. The air was full of fear, the people feared for their lives, and even the food tasted like fear.
Having to eat in silence wasn't great too. Wolfwood and Vash both ate in silence, and whenever Milly tried to open her mouth, she stopped doing so. With only occasional slurs from Rick, the table was quiet except for the clinking of the utensils.
When they finished eating all the food, Rick was again leaning against Meryl's shoulders, and poor Meryl was leaning against the wall for support. Vash was tense, a part in his mind saying that Jake was nearby. Wolfwood, apparently noticing that, put his hand on his giant cross in case of battle.
When the waiter came with the check, both Wolfwood and Meryl stood up, getting ready to pound the waiter. Vash and Milly had a hard time holding them back, both angrily yelling at the waiter who was apparently terrified.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO PAY EXTRA BECAUSE WE CARRY WEAPONS AND HAVE A DRUNK MAN IN OUR COMPANY?! THAT'S ABSOLUTELY RIDDICULOUS!"?Meryl yelled angrily, kicking the air in frustration as Milly pulled her away from the waiter.
"YEAH YOU IDIOT! I'M A MAN WORKING SHIT FOR FOOD AND YOU TELL ME WE HAVE TO PAY THIS MUCH FOR SOME FOOD?" Wolfwood shouted furiously as Vash pulled him away to try and stop him from pulverizing the poor waiter.
"Come on Wolfwood and Meryl...it's not his fault!" Vash tried to reason with them, but all he got was a loud response from both of them.
"SHUT UP VASH!"
Rick was slurring something behind them, looking at the check while Wolfwood and Meryl continued to argue with the waiter.
"Ma'am...I'll paaay for the che-" Rick was about to finish his sentence when a single gunshot was heard in the air. The next second, Rick landed on the ground with a loud thump, blood flowing freely from his head.
Milly screamed loudly and Wolfwood put his arm around her protectively, looking around the area in search of the killer. Vash put his hand on his gun, preparing for a fight in case. Meryl was about to scream, yet no sound came out of her mouth. Just a few seconds ago, she was shouting something at him for him to harass her, and now Rick was dead.
'Oh Jake...how many people do you have to kill until you're satisfied?'
*~*~*~*~
The four stepped out the restaurant without having to pay for the food. Nervously, Meryl took each step as if it cost her something dearly just to forward her foot one by one. She was surprised when Wolfwood pulled her in the alley, motioning for Vash and Milly to return to the inn.
"Hey little girl...you know what kind of jewels the big girl likes?" Wolfwood asked her nervously as her eyebrow raised in confusion.
"You mean...you're going to...propose to her?!" Meryl gaped at Wolfwood for a second, who was blushing (aww ^^;). Her face broke into a big smile as she shook his hand.
"Congratulations Mr. Wolfwood! I'm sure Milly would be really happy to hear that!"
"But...do you think she'll accept?" That was what Wolfwood was probably most worried about; that Milly wouldn't accept his proposal and that he would be made a laughing stock.
Meryl smiled just like how she smiled in the high school album; a focused, yet unfocused smile. "Mr. Wolfwood...if you truly tell her how you feel, Milly will surely accept."
Wolfwood nodded slightly as he lit a cigarette. Tugging at his arm, she started to walk towards the inn, her white boots making a slight tapping sound. "You go to the jewelry shop to get her a ring, Mr. Wolfwood. I'll cover up for you at the inn."
"Thanks...Meryl."
*~*~*~*~
Wolfwood quickly ran over to the jewelry shop, huffing and puffing when he got there. Entering the shop, he took a quick glance around the room, looking for a perfect ring for Milly. Taking about five minutes to choose, he found a beautiful aquamarine ring that matched the color of Milly's eyes. Grinning, he bought the ring and put it in his breast pocket.
'Now...all I have to do is pray to God that she'll accept.'
Running towards the inn, Wolfwood had an eerie feeling that someone was following him. Slowing his pace, he walked away from the inn, looking around cautiously. Turning around quickly, Wolfwood was shocked when he thought he saw a man running away from him.
The man had brown hair, and brown eyes. On his shoulder was a handkerchief wrapped around it.
Now, doesn't he sound familiar?
*~*~*~*~