Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Trigun (sob). I wish I did. Especially Vash. Yummm. I'd really like to own Vash.
Author's Notes: *holding up orange traffic sign looking thing* Caution: Deranged mind at work. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
"It was that shaman, I tell you!" Meryl said fiercely, trying to stop Vash – still in her body – from repeatedly banging his head against the wall. "It's all your fault!"
"Meeee?!?" he whined, straining against her hand, er, his own hand. "This isn't fair, Meryl, let me go!"
"Why? So you continue to bang MY head against the door?!"
"I'm trying to wake myself up, dammit!"
"We're both awake you idiot! Now stop shouting! You're giving me a headache!"
Immediately Vash stopped and put a hand to his head, startled for a moment that what he felt were short strands of hair instead of his usual spiky hairdo. The body he occupied twitched momentarily towards the wall before Meryl stopped him with a glare and a hand. She was still amazed at how strong Vash was. He could brush her aside without thought if he wanted to. But for now, she was in _his_ body and that made her the stronger. She kept a firm grip on the smaller, slighter body that was now Vash.
"Ow!" he complained.
Immediately she let go. "Sorry, not used to your body yet."
"Don't," he said. "I'd like to get it back."
"Hey! It's not that I want to be stuck in your body either," she snapped and gave him another threatening glare for measure.
"All right," he said cringing. "I believe you. I'm awake. You're awake."
"What gave you that clue?" she asked sarcastically.
"My handsome face can't possibly glare like that unless someone else was in it," he grinned up at her.
Meryl's hand twitched momentarily in an automatic reflex of wanting to hit his head. Thankfully she remembered that she was in Vash's body and hitting him would only hurt the body that was hers. Or hurt the body that wasn't. Or if she hit his body, it would only give _her_ the headache. Damn, this was complicated.
"All right," she decided firmly. "Here's what we'll do – "
"Wait a minute," he interrupted. "Why do you get to make the choices? Shouldn't I – "
"You have my body, idiot, not my brain," she said tersely.
The eyebrows – also now occupied by Vash's personality – rose suggestively. "I have your body, Meryl? Does that mean – ?"
Now what? "Vash," she warned. "What are you thinking?"
"I get to wear your short skirts?" he cackled evilly.
She wanted to fall over backwards for a moment. "You are hopeless," she said. "Let's go."
"No-uh," he said, shaking his head, again a little surprised at the way the short hair seemed to swing around his ears.
"What's the matter now?"
"We're not exactly dressed to go out there, Meryl," he said pointing at her. "Look at what you're wearing."
Meryl looked down at herself and realized that Vash was right. She was wearing only his baggy pants and a sweatshirt with a hole in it. Then she looked at Vash. Of course he was dressed in the white nightshirt she had put on to go to bed the night before.
She blushed suddenly at the implications. How the hell were they going to do this?
"Meryl, how are we going to do this?" Vash asked aloud. For once, he didn't sound like he was suggesting anything other than changing clothes.
"I – I don't want you looking at me," she said stiffly.
His eyes snapped up. "Well, *I* don't want you looking at me either." Meryl's face felt like it was on fire. Of course, idiot! He's probably as embarrassed as you. "We'll just – we'll just close our eyes."
"That's your suggestion?"
"Well, you're a guy. How hard can it be to put pants on while having my eyes closed?"
He gaped at her. "Have you seen the buckles on what I wear?" he asked incredulously.
"How hard can it be?" she repeated and shrugged.
Vash crossed his arms and then quickly uncrossed them when he realized that he was crossing his arms beneath breasts, Meryl's breasts. But thankfully she didn't notice.
Meryl for her part did not notice because she was still worried with the changing pants bit. The pants were not really the problem. The buckles were. And then there was that other thing. Did Vash wear (*gasp!*) underwear under the baggy pants? She concentrated for a moment on feeling what she was wearing _down there_ and realized with relief that there seemed another pair of clothes under the fuzzy feeling of the worn pants. Cotton it seemed like, comfy. Comfy? Comfy?! Why was she thinking comfy at this point? It's not like she wanted to know that _they_ were comfortable. They? Now she was referring to Vash's little guys as "they"? Hm. . . Were they so little? I mean, he was tall. Wouldn't that mean he was . . .proportional? Her face grew hotter and more embarrassed until Vash interrupted her thoughts.
"Meryl? Meryl?" Vash asked loudly.
"Yeah?"
"You spaced out."
"Sorry. Just thinking. What?"
"I know if you were still in my body and I was in yours that you're going to hit me for suggesting this but," he paused for a moment to watch her reaction, and finding none finished his sentence quickly, "I think we should help each other get dressed." Even as he said it, he cringed and drew back, automatically raising an arm to protect his head.
Meryl had turned purple. "Wha – what?" she managed to sputter out.
"It's a good idea," he said defensively. "You can manage pants and shirt but I don't think you can manage buckles. And then there's these," he said pointing at his chest. "You have complicated girly things that _I_ know go with these. And you're probably better at it than I am."
Meryl's mouth closed and opened silently. "I – I – "
"Yes?"
It was actually a good idea when it came down to it. It was just embarrassing as hell. Dressing each other? There had to be a better way. There had to be!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"What?" Meryl automatically barked out.
"Mr. Vash?" Milly's voice came from the other side, surprised.
Meryl groaned. Oh no, oh no, oh no! She forgot she had Vash's voice too!
"What are you doing in sempai's room, Mr. Vash?"
Meryl could hear the smile in Milly's voice. And laughter?
"I – I – " What was wrong with her? She was so inarticulate at the moment! Excuses. She needed an excuse. Now!
"He asked me to sew something," Vash said suddenly in her voice, making it sound ultra-ultra feminine. "His damn, clumsy gunman's fingers couldn't sew a button," he continued, enjoying himself. "That idiot!"
Meryl glared at him but he only grinned back.
"Oh," Milly said. Her voice sounded disappointed. "Well, alright then. I'll meet you down at breakfast."
"Tell her to go ahead," Meryl whispered urgently.
"Why?" Vash whispered back.
"Clothes!" she said with emphasis.
"Oh, yeah."
"And don't make me sound like high pitched cat!"
Vash cleared his throat and grinned, pitching his voice even higher. "Go ahead to work, Milly!"
"All right, sempai," Milly said cheerfully.
"I have a report to finish! Vash, that idiot, destroyed something else," he continued, still pitching his voice high.
Meryl couldn't help herself. She raised her fist and bonk!
"Ow!"
There was a rush of steps and "Sempai!" Milly shouted worriedly from the other side of the door.
"I'm fine," Vash said shakily. "I stubbed my toe."
As they listened to Milly's footsteps fade down the hall, Vash held a hand to his head, Meryl's head, regretting that he had not followed the instinct that said, You idiot stop this now. But Meryl regretted the action even more. She had been careful not to hit hard, but she was still going to feel that later when they switched bodies again. If they could ever get out of this hotel room and switch bodies again.
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A/N: What will our heroes do now? Get dressed? Go out in bathrobes? *evil cackle* Yes, I am a deranged author. Bow before my deranged throne. 0.0 Can thrones be deranged? Ah, whatever. Tired. Procrastinating. Okay, enough.
Author's Notes: *holding up orange traffic sign looking thing* Caution: Deranged mind at work. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
"It was that shaman, I tell you!" Meryl said fiercely, trying to stop Vash – still in her body – from repeatedly banging his head against the wall. "It's all your fault!"
"Meeee?!?" he whined, straining against her hand, er, his own hand. "This isn't fair, Meryl, let me go!"
"Why? So you continue to bang MY head against the door?!"
"I'm trying to wake myself up, dammit!"
"We're both awake you idiot! Now stop shouting! You're giving me a headache!"
Immediately Vash stopped and put a hand to his head, startled for a moment that what he felt were short strands of hair instead of his usual spiky hairdo. The body he occupied twitched momentarily towards the wall before Meryl stopped him with a glare and a hand. She was still amazed at how strong Vash was. He could brush her aside without thought if he wanted to. But for now, she was in _his_ body and that made her the stronger. She kept a firm grip on the smaller, slighter body that was now Vash.
"Ow!" he complained.
Immediately she let go. "Sorry, not used to your body yet."
"Don't," he said. "I'd like to get it back."
"Hey! It's not that I want to be stuck in your body either," she snapped and gave him another threatening glare for measure.
"All right," he said cringing. "I believe you. I'm awake. You're awake."
"What gave you that clue?" she asked sarcastically.
"My handsome face can't possibly glare like that unless someone else was in it," he grinned up at her.
Meryl's hand twitched momentarily in an automatic reflex of wanting to hit his head. Thankfully she remembered that she was in Vash's body and hitting him would only hurt the body that was hers. Or hurt the body that wasn't. Or if she hit his body, it would only give _her_ the headache. Damn, this was complicated.
"All right," she decided firmly. "Here's what we'll do – "
"Wait a minute," he interrupted. "Why do you get to make the choices? Shouldn't I – "
"You have my body, idiot, not my brain," she said tersely.
The eyebrows – also now occupied by Vash's personality – rose suggestively. "I have your body, Meryl? Does that mean – ?"
Now what? "Vash," she warned. "What are you thinking?"
"I get to wear your short skirts?" he cackled evilly.
She wanted to fall over backwards for a moment. "You are hopeless," she said. "Let's go."
"No-uh," he said, shaking his head, again a little surprised at the way the short hair seemed to swing around his ears.
"What's the matter now?"
"We're not exactly dressed to go out there, Meryl," he said pointing at her. "Look at what you're wearing."
Meryl looked down at herself and realized that Vash was right. She was wearing only his baggy pants and a sweatshirt with a hole in it. Then she looked at Vash. Of course he was dressed in the white nightshirt she had put on to go to bed the night before.
She blushed suddenly at the implications. How the hell were they going to do this?
"Meryl, how are we going to do this?" Vash asked aloud. For once, he didn't sound like he was suggesting anything other than changing clothes.
"I – I don't want you looking at me," she said stiffly.
His eyes snapped up. "Well, *I* don't want you looking at me either." Meryl's face felt like it was on fire. Of course, idiot! He's probably as embarrassed as you. "We'll just – we'll just close our eyes."
"That's your suggestion?"
"Well, you're a guy. How hard can it be to put pants on while having my eyes closed?"
He gaped at her. "Have you seen the buckles on what I wear?" he asked incredulously.
"How hard can it be?" she repeated and shrugged.
Vash crossed his arms and then quickly uncrossed them when he realized that he was crossing his arms beneath breasts, Meryl's breasts. But thankfully she didn't notice.
Meryl for her part did not notice because she was still worried with the changing pants bit. The pants were not really the problem. The buckles were. And then there was that other thing. Did Vash wear (*gasp!*) underwear under the baggy pants? She concentrated for a moment on feeling what she was wearing _down there_ and realized with relief that there seemed another pair of clothes under the fuzzy feeling of the worn pants. Cotton it seemed like, comfy. Comfy? Comfy?! Why was she thinking comfy at this point? It's not like she wanted to know that _they_ were comfortable. They? Now she was referring to Vash's little guys as "they"? Hm. . . Were they so little? I mean, he was tall. Wouldn't that mean he was . . .proportional? Her face grew hotter and more embarrassed until Vash interrupted her thoughts.
"Meryl? Meryl?" Vash asked loudly.
"Yeah?"
"You spaced out."
"Sorry. Just thinking. What?"
"I know if you were still in my body and I was in yours that you're going to hit me for suggesting this but," he paused for a moment to watch her reaction, and finding none finished his sentence quickly, "I think we should help each other get dressed." Even as he said it, he cringed and drew back, automatically raising an arm to protect his head.
Meryl had turned purple. "Wha – what?" she managed to sputter out.
"It's a good idea," he said defensively. "You can manage pants and shirt but I don't think you can manage buckles. And then there's these," he said pointing at his chest. "You have complicated girly things that _I_ know go with these. And you're probably better at it than I am."
Meryl's mouth closed and opened silently. "I – I – "
"Yes?"
It was actually a good idea when it came down to it. It was just embarrassing as hell. Dressing each other? There had to be a better way. There had to be!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"What?" Meryl automatically barked out.
"Mr. Vash?" Milly's voice came from the other side, surprised.
Meryl groaned. Oh no, oh no, oh no! She forgot she had Vash's voice too!
"What are you doing in sempai's room, Mr. Vash?"
Meryl could hear the smile in Milly's voice. And laughter?
"I – I – " What was wrong with her? She was so inarticulate at the moment! Excuses. She needed an excuse. Now!
"He asked me to sew something," Vash said suddenly in her voice, making it sound ultra-ultra feminine. "His damn, clumsy gunman's fingers couldn't sew a button," he continued, enjoying himself. "That idiot!"
Meryl glared at him but he only grinned back.
"Oh," Milly said. Her voice sounded disappointed. "Well, alright then. I'll meet you down at breakfast."
"Tell her to go ahead," Meryl whispered urgently.
"Why?" Vash whispered back.
"Clothes!" she said with emphasis.
"Oh, yeah."
"And don't make me sound like high pitched cat!"
Vash cleared his throat and grinned, pitching his voice even higher. "Go ahead to work, Milly!"
"All right, sempai," Milly said cheerfully.
"I have a report to finish! Vash, that idiot, destroyed something else," he continued, still pitching his voice high.
Meryl couldn't help herself. She raised her fist and bonk!
"Ow!"
There was a rush of steps and "Sempai!" Milly shouted worriedly from the other side of the door.
"I'm fine," Vash said shakily. "I stubbed my toe."
As they listened to Milly's footsteps fade down the hall, Vash held a hand to his head, Meryl's head, regretting that he had not followed the instinct that said, You idiot stop this now. But Meryl regretted the action even more. She had been careful not to hit hard, but she was still going to feel that later when they switched bodies again. If they could ever get out of this hotel room and switch bodies again.
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A/N: What will our heroes do now? Get dressed? Go out in bathrobes? *evil cackle* Yes, I am a deranged author. Bow before my deranged throne. 0.0 Can thrones be deranged? Ah, whatever. Tired. Procrastinating. Okay, enough.