Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun or Spike. They both belong to their respective companies.
~*~*~
"Okay kids, I taught you how to play kick ball. Now you have to tell me where I can make quick cash." Dara smiled and acted all sweet.
"Okay, okay. A deal is a deal." Answered a kid that appeared to be the leader of the group. "At the sheriff's office there is a list of bounty heads and how much they cost. Got that?"
"Perfectly clear. I'll know where to come too if I need more information."
"Just remember, you have to bring a new game for us to play." He answered back before him and the other kids ran off to play the new game they just learned.
Dara walked over to the sheriff's office and looked at the post board. She looked through the bounties that were all there. While standing there she over heard the sheriff's phone rang. After a few moments she heard him saying something to his deputy about one of the bounty heads coming their ways. Dara casually strolls back over to the saloon to find Spike sitting out on the front porch area. "Hey!"
"Hey." He takes a drag from a cigarette that seems he was smoking for a while.
"Got some good news on some fast cash, but it deals with being a bounty hunter."
Spike just smiles and replies, "That's easy. I was a bounty hunter before I got here."
"Well, that explains this," Dara answers as she throws he's gun at him.
He catches it easily and slips it into its holster. "So that's where it disappeared too. Why did you have it?"
"Because I didn't want some crazy maniac shooting me. I didn't know you then."
"You still don't know me and I could shoot you now."
"I don't think you will. It doesn't seem like something you would do."
Spike sighs and takes another drag. "Well, do you want to tell me more about the bounty hunting thing? I mean, we can't exactly eat until we do get a bounty."
"Well, that's the good news." Dara replied pushing her sunglasses up farther on her nose. "It seems that a bounty with One million double dollars is heading this way. He's name is Biron Shil. He's coming from the North-west direction."
"That's some pretty good information you got there. I say we get up and go for it."
"Good! I'm all for it!"
"First off, do you have a gun?"
"Um no, and I would prefer not too."
Spike stands up, flicks the cigarette butt off into the air, and sighs. "If you are going to hang around me, you're going to have too. Also, how did you expect to be a bounty hunter without one?"
"Well, I figure we could take them down with a net or something."
"You're kind of hopeless. I'm pretty sure we can find a gun shop around here."
"And how do you purpose that we do that without any money?"
"I think I'll be able to think of something when we get there."
"Okay, if you say so."
~*~*~
The little bell to the door of the gun shop tinkled as two people walked in. The shop keeper walks out from the back and asks, "May I help you?"
"No thanks." answers the guy. "We're just browsing around." The guy began to look from case to case while the girl read a sign and went up stairs. "How about this one?" the guy speaks out. He looks up and realizes that the girl wasn't there. "Where did she go?"
"Excuse me, sir. She went up those stairs to my brother's shop." The shop keep answered.
"Huh, thanks." he answered and he went up the stairs. Upon reaching the top of the stairs he heard her excited babbling. "I wonder what the heck she is doing." He thought to himself.
"Hey, Spike, come here! I think I found what I want!" Dara hollered as she waved Spike over.
"We came here to get you a gun, not some bunch of fireworks."
"But I just told Roy here some fireworks I use to see back at home and he said he would make me two modified types for free."
"I don't think they'll help any."
"But they will." answered Roy. "It'll help me get my own shop. What she'll have is these small balls that would explode on throwing contact. One would be a flasher and the other would be a screamer."
"And are you intending to sell these to kids?" Spike questions.
"No, no." Roy responded instantly. "These would be only for her. I'm only going to sell to them the snappers she told me about. Parents would have to buy the lighting fireworks."
"How about it, Spike? Can I have them instead of the gun? Please!" Dara manages to grab the front of his clothes and looks up, giving him a pitiful look.
Spike places one of his hands on his forehead and leans his head back. "Oh man, you're going to pull that puppy dog face on me, aren't you?"
"Please, Spike."
"Alright fine. She'll have them."
"Yay! Thanks Spike!" She grins and turns around towards Roy. "Hey Roy, I'll take 200 each."
Spike slumped down in dumb foundment. "I... 200 each? That's 400! We don't have the money for that; heck you know we don't have the money for food."
Dara turns back towards Spike and shakes her head grinning. "Remember, they're completely free."
Spike rolls his eyes and replies, "How could I forget?"
Roy clears his throat to get their attention and says, "They should be ready tomorrow morning. Come around six. I should be just opening up."
"'Kay!" Dara replies cheerfully. She goes down the stairs with Spike in tow and they make it outside. "I just realize something. How are we going to get a place to sleep?"
"I don't really know. Having no money can affect us like that."
"Maybe we can get a temporary job. You know, for the day so we can get enough for a room, for the night."
"Good idea, you do that." Spike answered as he lit up another cigarette.
"Jeeze Spike, you're really helpful. I can't make all the money in one day. You can help too!"
"I have my own way." he replies as he walks off.
~*~*~
After working what seemed like hours on end in a restaurant, washing dishes, Dara managed to get a room for the both of them. She began to wonder around in the town, wondering where Spike manages to get himself hidden. She continues to walk, but stops in front of the saloon. The lights were still on and it sounded like there was a party going on. "He couldn't be in there, could he?" She pushed her way though swing doors and glanced around. She then seen him sitting at a bar guzzling down a beer. He slams it down and the guy he was facing drops his bottle. He starts to laughing, and then says something that was eliable. She makes her way over to him and speaks, "Spike is this what you've been doing? Getting drunk all day?"
"No, I've been getting some money." he manages to slur out. "See look at this." He pulls out a large wad of cash and hands it to Dara.
She stuffs it into her back pocket it as fast as she could. "Come on, I think you had enough and I got us a room." She picks up one of his arms and drapes it around the back her neck. She then helps him across the saloon and out the door. Spike pulls away from her grip and runs over the porch. Soon she shakes her head at the sounds of him throwing up.
About that time a tall, slim man in a red coat with spiked blond hair walked up. "Hey there, it seems you can't keep that drink down. Maybe you shouldn't drink so much."
"Why don't you mind your own business."
"Okay then." He waves to them and walks into the saloon.
Dara rolls her eyes and nudges Spike. "Please, try not upsetting the locals. Come on, I'll show you to our room."
~*~*~
Dara walks out of the bathroom in pair of her winter pjs. Spike was already covered up and trying to get to sleep in the bed, closest to the bathroom. Dara makes her way over to the other bed in the room. She pulls the covers back and slips under them. Instead of lying down though, she looks over at the back of Spikes head. "Hey, Spike, I was wondering, was there someone back at your home that you loved?"
"Yeah." Came his only reply.
"Could you tell me about her?"
"Her name is Julia, and that is all you need to know."
"Okay, I thought I would ask. I have someone back home too. I hope he's not worried about me. I am worried about my friend though."
"Eh?" He asked.
It was weird talking to his back, but she continued on. "I finally conned one of my friends from collage to come home with me. I've ridden that train so many times and the one time I get a friend to come with me, there was a train wreck. I hope she's still a live. The only reason I'm still traveling with you is to see if I can find her. If I do find her, I'm going to find a way to get her home."
"So let me guess, you feel partly respondable for what have happened to her, right?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about. Get some sleep, because you're stopping me from getting some."
"Okay." Dara lies down and covers up. She looks over at Spike and turns over. "That man carries a greater burden than me." she thinks to herself.
~*~*~
"Okay kids, I taught you how to play kick ball. Now you have to tell me where I can make quick cash." Dara smiled and acted all sweet.
"Okay, okay. A deal is a deal." Answered a kid that appeared to be the leader of the group. "At the sheriff's office there is a list of bounty heads and how much they cost. Got that?"
"Perfectly clear. I'll know where to come too if I need more information."
"Just remember, you have to bring a new game for us to play." He answered back before him and the other kids ran off to play the new game they just learned.
Dara walked over to the sheriff's office and looked at the post board. She looked through the bounties that were all there. While standing there she over heard the sheriff's phone rang. After a few moments she heard him saying something to his deputy about one of the bounty heads coming their ways. Dara casually strolls back over to the saloon to find Spike sitting out on the front porch area. "Hey!"
"Hey." He takes a drag from a cigarette that seems he was smoking for a while.
"Got some good news on some fast cash, but it deals with being a bounty hunter."
Spike just smiles and replies, "That's easy. I was a bounty hunter before I got here."
"Well, that explains this," Dara answers as she throws he's gun at him.
He catches it easily and slips it into its holster. "So that's where it disappeared too. Why did you have it?"
"Because I didn't want some crazy maniac shooting me. I didn't know you then."
"You still don't know me and I could shoot you now."
"I don't think you will. It doesn't seem like something you would do."
Spike sighs and takes another drag. "Well, do you want to tell me more about the bounty hunting thing? I mean, we can't exactly eat until we do get a bounty."
"Well, that's the good news." Dara replied pushing her sunglasses up farther on her nose. "It seems that a bounty with One million double dollars is heading this way. He's name is Biron Shil. He's coming from the North-west direction."
"That's some pretty good information you got there. I say we get up and go for it."
"Good! I'm all for it!"
"First off, do you have a gun?"
"Um no, and I would prefer not too."
Spike stands up, flicks the cigarette butt off into the air, and sighs. "If you are going to hang around me, you're going to have too. Also, how did you expect to be a bounty hunter without one?"
"Well, I figure we could take them down with a net or something."
"You're kind of hopeless. I'm pretty sure we can find a gun shop around here."
"And how do you purpose that we do that without any money?"
"I think I'll be able to think of something when we get there."
"Okay, if you say so."
~*~*~
The little bell to the door of the gun shop tinkled as two people walked in. The shop keeper walks out from the back and asks, "May I help you?"
"No thanks." answers the guy. "We're just browsing around." The guy began to look from case to case while the girl read a sign and went up stairs. "How about this one?" the guy speaks out. He looks up and realizes that the girl wasn't there. "Where did she go?"
"Excuse me, sir. She went up those stairs to my brother's shop." The shop keep answered.
"Huh, thanks." he answered and he went up the stairs. Upon reaching the top of the stairs he heard her excited babbling. "I wonder what the heck she is doing." He thought to himself.
"Hey, Spike, come here! I think I found what I want!" Dara hollered as she waved Spike over.
"We came here to get you a gun, not some bunch of fireworks."
"But I just told Roy here some fireworks I use to see back at home and he said he would make me two modified types for free."
"I don't think they'll help any."
"But they will." answered Roy. "It'll help me get my own shop. What she'll have is these small balls that would explode on throwing contact. One would be a flasher and the other would be a screamer."
"And are you intending to sell these to kids?" Spike questions.
"No, no." Roy responded instantly. "These would be only for her. I'm only going to sell to them the snappers she told me about. Parents would have to buy the lighting fireworks."
"How about it, Spike? Can I have them instead of the gun? Please!" Dara manages to grab the front of his clothes and looks up, giving him a pitiful look.
Spike places one of his hands on his forehead and leans his head back. "Oh man, you're going to pull that puppy dog face on me, aren't you?"
"Please, Spike."
"Alright fine. She'll have them."
"Yay! Thanks Spike!" She grins and turns around towards Roy. "Hey Roy, I'll take 200 each."
Spike slumped down in dumb foundment. "I... 200 each? That's 400! We don't have the money for that; heck you know we don't have the money for food."
Dara turns back towards Spike and shakes her head grinning. "Remember, they're completely free."
Spike rolls his eyes and replies, "How could I forget?"
Roy clears his throat to get their attention and says, "They should be ready tomorrow morning. Come around six. I should be just opening up."
"'Kay!" Dara replies cheerfully. She goes down the stairs with Spike in tow and they make it outside. "I just realize something. How are we going to get a place to sleep?"
"I don't really know. Having no money can affect us like that."
"Maybe we can get a temporary job. You know, for the day so we can get enough for a room, for the night."
"Good idea, you do that." Spike answered as he lit up another cigarette.
"Jeeze Spike, you're really helpful. I can't make all the money in one day. You can help too!"
"I have my own way." he replies as he walks off.
~*~*~
After working what seemed like hours on end in a restaurant, washing dishes, Dara managed to get a room for the both of them. She began to wonder around in the town, wondering where Spike manages to get himself hidden. She continues to walk, but stops in front of the saloon. The lights were still on and it sounded like there was a party going on. "He couldn't be in there, could he?" She pushed her way though swing doors and glanced around. She then seen him sitting at a bar guzzling down a beer. He slams it down and the guy he was facing drops his bottle. He starts to laughing, and then says something that was eliable. She makes her way over to him and speaks, "Spike is this what you've been doing? Getting drunk all day?"
"No, I've been getting some money." he manages to slur out. "See look at this." He pulls out a large wad of cash and hands it to Dara.
She stuffs it into her back pocket it as fast as she could. "Come on, I think you had enough and I got us a room." She picks up one of his arms and drapes it around the back her neck. She then helps him across the saloon and out the door. Spike pulls away from her grip and runs over the porch. Soon she shakes her head at the sounds of him throwing up.
About that time a tall, slim man in a red coat with spiked blond hair walked up. "Hey there, it seems you can't keep that drink down. Maybe you shouldn't drink so much."
"Why don't you mind your own business."
"Okay then." He waves to them and walks into the saloon.
Dara rolls her eyes and nudges Spike. "Please, try not upsetting the locals. Come on, I'll show you to our room."
~*~*~
Dara walks out of the bathroom in pair of her winter pjs. Spike was already covered up and trying to get to sleep in the bed, closest to the bathroom. Dara makes her way over to the other bed in the room. She pulls the covers back and slips under them. Instead of lying down though, she looks over at the back of Spikes head. "Hey, Spike, I was wondering, was there someone back at your home that you loved?"
"Yeah." Came his only reply.
"Could you tell me about her?"
"Her name is Julia, and that is all you need to know."
"Okay, I thought I would ask. I have someone back home too. I hope he's not worried about me. I am worried about my friend though."
"Eh?" He asked.
It was weird talking to his back, but she continued on. "I finally conned one of my friends from collage to come home with me. I've ridden that train so many times and the one time I get a friend to come with me, there was a train wreck. I hope she's still a live. The only reason I'm still traveling with you is to see if I can find her. If I do find her, I'm going to find a way to get her home."
"So let me guess, you feel partly respondable for what have happened to her, right?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about. Get some sleep, because you're stopping me from getting some."
"Okay." Dara lies down and covers up. She looks over at Spike and turns over. "That man carries a greater burden than me." she thinks to herself.