Hello again! Still don't own Trigun or anything in the show. Although you never know…I could become very prosperous and then I'd have enough money to buy the characters, but as of now..I'll take things one day at a time.

            I'm still grateful for my lovely reviewers! ::: runs around in shower of random glitter :::  ^_^

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            Vash woke up with a start in the morning. He thought that he was waking up from a pleasant dream that included Fenella, but when he looked over to his side, he saw her sleeping peacefully with the bandages still covering her wounds.

"Oh, no…don't tell me I slept with her." Vash thought to himself.  

He put on his clothes and quietly left the room. When he was outside of the hotel room, Vash leaned against the door and fought the urge to hit himself over the head. Instead he decided to find a bakery. He went downstairs and walked around town until he saw a small shop that was next door to the saloon.

"A bakery! I love you!" yelled Vash from across the street as he began to run into the small bakery.

When he got inside, he was overwhelmed by the enchanting smell of donuts. Vash swiftly went to the counter and ordered five double-dollars worth of his favorite treat. The moment that Vash was about to take a giant bite of his first donut in nearly a month, a hand firmly grabbed his injured shoulder causing him to jump and drop his donuts. Vash fell to his knees near his newly ruined donuts. Soon, little waterfalls of tears poured from his eyes as he mourned over his lost snack.

"Vash, calm down…they were just donuts." Said the stranger.

Vash stopped crying at the man's voice. That voice was so familiar to him, he knew it from somewhere. Curious to see who it was, Vash got to his feet and turned to face the stranger who made his donuts die in a horrible accident, but he only ended up getting a nasty surprise. It was Wolfwood, Nicholas D. Wolfwood who made his donuts fall. Vash smiled and instantly tackled the priest to the ground, while also giving Wolfwood a rough rub on his head.

"You made me drop my donuts!" Vash yelled into Wolfwood's ear. Amazingly, he stopped for a moment, then asked; "Will you buy me more?"

"Why?" Wolfwood asked.

"You still owe me for that damn quick-shot tournament!"

"I thought you did that for 'peace and love'." Wolfwood did a cheap imitation of Vash's hand signals while saying 'peace and love'.

"Oh, will you shut UP!" Vash said, rubbing his head harder, (A.N-this is not a yaoi, I repeat…this is NOT a yaoi for all you dirty minds like me ^_^) "I'm not in the best of moods right now."

Wolfwood stood up, with Vash still on his back, and went outside to the street where he promptly dropped his friend onto the dirt. The people left in the bakery only shrugged and went on with their daily lives.

"And why are you not in the best of moods?" the priest asked, bending over his fallen friend.

"Because I feel guilty about a girl." Said Vash, sitting up.

"What about this girl?"

"I--"

"Wait," Wolfwood interrupted, "I know just what you need." Wolfwood pulled out his portable confessional out of nowhere and stuck it on Vash's head, "Okay, continue."

"Is this really necessary?" Vash questioned.

"Only if you have change."   

"But I don't"

"Well, I guess that's fine," said Wolfwood, "considering that we're friends and all."

"Okay," Vash replied, "I slept with a girl last night and now I feel awful about it."

"Oh," a silence was held between the two men, "CONGRATUALTIONS!"

"What?" Vash asked, surprised.

"You heard me," said Wolfwood, holding a hand out to help Vash to his feet, "drinks on me!" Vash stood up and dusted himself off. He suddenly gave Wolfwood an odd look.

"Wolfwood," Vash said.

"Yes?"

"You're an idiot."

"And you're a whore." Wolfwood replied, smiling.   

     Is this a better version? It's not one in the morning and I'm not extremely tired. YAY! Eh, I am going to finish my other chapters, so…byeeee!