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: And now for your viewing pleasure, a play! Even though I'm really, really, really feeling icky since I think I just failed a midterm. But whatever. Don't care. Will care tomorrow morning and then will be angsty and all, but for now, still riding on the waves of euphoric high from all that caffeine and chocolate I consumed in an effort to chase away the blues about failing a midterm. But on to the play!
Setting: Somewhere in Rain's demented mind. Time: Sometime.
Vash: Uh, Rain, why are you hiding behind me?
Author: *hiss* Because the reviewers are threatening me. There's someone here with a spoon, another with a flashlight, and someone who likes fire. A lot.
Vash: So? Why are you hiding behind me?
Author: Because you're the great Vash the Stampede, idiot!
Vash: Hey! Meryl's the only one allowed to call me that.
Author: Fine, fine. Just hide me okay?
Vash: *grin* I would, but -
Author: But what?
Vash: You're taller than me.
Author: Huh? *suddenly realizes situation* Damn it! I forgot! You're still in Meryl's body! What do you suggest?
Vash: I suggest you run. Now. I see someone coming with a spoon.
Author: *grumble*
*bows* And now, a note to our sponsors before our feature presentation:
blood-lust6: You're in this one too? Well, welcome, welcome to the world of Rain! Where body switching is completely ordinary and bathroom trips are frequent. *um, that didn't sound quite the way I meant it to sound*
Lisa: Which other fic? Either way, that "other fic" was updated too. And as to the clothes situation, read on, read on. *evil snicker*
LadySteph: *at a loss of words to say* Lalalalalalalala. Hi!
VASHIES-GIRL: *growl* I love Vash too. *mumble, mumble*
Hecate: *grin* You like deranged? I'll show you deranged. *produces Knives* Tada! Knives: Get your hands off me filthy human! *makes Knives disappear* Uh, yeah. On to the show!
Ametenshi: Cute? Why, yes I am! *grin* Oh, you were talking about the fanfiction. My bad!
Celebria Viresse: *sweetly* Oh yes, "my" Vash is a pervert. *evil cackle*
S-chan The Great: *running from flashlight* I don't know why I would run from a flashlight, but with you S-chan, it just seems appropriate! *grin*
Lady Shadowcat: Hehehe. You can walk around in public without getting stared at. At nude beaches! *cough, cough* Not that I've ever been to one. But if I were a guy. . .*grin*
Raditz: "Why a spoon, cousin?" "Because it's dull you twit! It'll hurt more." ---scene from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.
Luna-Kitsune: *almost pees in pants* Uh, flame-throwers? I don't know if I can write under such pressure!
Samara Aurora Randolph: Will try!
doomsdaybringer: *grin* Are you sure you shouldn't have your feet looked at? I mean, that could be dangerous!
the old fart: That's the fun in it! Oh yes, how will she now?
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Chapter 3
Meryl's face was still burning. She couldn't believe they had done what they had just done. On the other hand, his face (well, really her own face) was also burning while they had done it. It had been really, really uncomfortable. Not to mention embarrassing! And now, while Vash was in the bathroom trying to figure out how to go pee with his eyes closed, she replayed the scene in her mind.
**
"This is complete and utter lunacy," she mumbled while she and Vash faced each other.
"No," he snickered. "Complete and utter lunacy is Knives. This is. . .good."
"Good? Good!? How can this be good?" she said tightly, expanding her arms to measure the full extent of the situation. "I'm in your body and we're about to dress each other. How can this be good?"
"Really, Meryl," Vash said calmly. Too calmly, though the glint in his eye betrayed the fact that he was enjoying this. "You're being out of character. I'm the one who should be complaining and panicking. Not you. You're Derringer Meryl, coolheaded insurance girl. Remember?"
"Yeah," she snorted. "In the stupid Vash the Stampede's body."
"Gorgeous body," he corrected.
"Hah!" she interjected. "Now you're being out of character."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Aren't you supposed to be all angst and oh, look at me. Not worthy, not worthy."
"Oh yeah? Aren't you supposed to be super bit – "
The slamming of a door downstairs interrupted Vash's next words and then there was Milly's voice, faintly calling out goodbye.
"Well that makes me officially late for work," Meryl growled. Then, "Ah forget it. I can't go to work like this." She looked at Vash. "And you sure as hell aren't going to go to work for me."
Vash suddenly clapped his hands together and made her jump. "Okay then," he said. "This is it."
"Okay then, what?" she asked distractedly, a little afraid at the determined expression on his face.
"Let's get down to it."
"Get down to what?"
"Are you sure you didn't lose any brain cells when we switched bodies?" he asked with a grin.
"Vash," she warned.
"Okay, okay," he laughed. "Who's first?"
"Me. No you. No me! I mean. . .argh! Jankenpon!"
He looked up at her fascinated. "So that's what I look like when I can't get donuts," he murmured with a smile.
"Jankenpon!" she hissed out, holding her hand. "One, two. . ."
"Scissors," he cackled. "I win."
"Jankenpon!"
"Scissors, again," he laughed. "There are two other things, Meryl," he said, his eyes twinkling. He pumped his fist in the air. One, two. . .
"Rock!" she screamed in triumph.
He shrugged. "Okay then." He lowered his voice. "So does this mean – ?"
"Mean what?"
"That I really do get to wear that skirt?"
"Shut up, Vash, she said tightly. "Just shut up and close your eyes."
What had followed had been the most embarrassing farce of dress-up that could ever be. It had been her to go first, dressing Vash in her body. It was going fine until he giggled and twitched. When she tried to put the bra on. Then there was the fact that she was noticing weird things. Like the mole between her shoulder blades. Since when did she have a mole between her shoulder blades? It wasn't weird or anything, but it sort of distracted her because she was wondering if it would "distract" Vash too. Like when he was looking down at her neck, would he stare at it? She had to admit that small as she was, she was pretty damn sexy when it came down to it. Derringer Meryl had had her share of admirers back in the days when she wasn't stuck with such a demanding assignment as Vash the Stampede. Then she shook her head. What was she thinking? It's not like she wanted Vash to look at her back! Hell, she had to be damn near naked for him to see that mole. She didn't want him to see her naked! Or did she?
When it was her turn, she also closed her eyes. It wasn't like there was a need for it. She had been right. Other than pants and the t-shirt, Vash didn't really have much to put on. She had sneaked a little peek though and saw that he wore boxers under the pants. Boxers with hearts. How appropriate for him, she thought wryly, for a moment hearing the echo of "Love and Peace" in her head.
He was done very quickly, the buckles and various articles of indeterminate nature snapping on and when she opened her eyes, she found her own face staring back at her with the strangest expression. Then Vash turned away and when she caught his eyes again, they were back to that mirthful expression that was his way of hiding things. For a moment, she wondered what he was hiding and then shook her head when the face grinned uncomfortably and Vash started to rock back and forth on his heels.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, Meryl, but I really, really, really, really have to go pee."
She felt a moment of panic again, but then she couldn't let him go on in her body like that. Much as she hated the thought of Vash sneaking a peek, she didn't want him to have any accidents while in her body.
"Fine then," she mumbled. "But keep your eyes closed!" she shouted as he rushed to the bathroom, practically running like there were wild dogs after him.
**
So now here she was waiting. What the hell was he taking so long for anyway? He better not be checking out her ass. Or her boobs. Hell, he better not be checking out any part of her, she thought furiously.
It had been almost five minutes. Peeing sure as hell did not take five minutes! Unless. . .? She shuddered. She didn't want to ride on that train of thought any more than what was necessary.
One thought had seriously run through her head when he had said he really, really, really, really had to go pee. That thought had been blindfolds. She had thought about blindfolding him to prevent him from peeking. But as she didn't want a wet spot on her skirt – which was likely to happen since this was Vash in her body after all – she would just have to get over it. And the blindfold hadn't seemed like a good idea once she thought about it some more. He'd have been forced to feel out things by touch. Noooo, that wouldn't be a good idea at all.
Swoosh!
"Finally," she said sarcastically when he came out. "You'd better not have – " she began threateningly.
"I had a hard time aiming," he said sheepishly.
"What?"
"Aiming," he repeated again, blushing fiercely. "I'm sorry, Meryl, but I had to open my eyes. Only for a second," he added quickly when he saw the anger in her expression.
Aiming? What the hell was he talking about? Then it hit her. Oh dear. "Vash," she began very, very quietly. "Did you leave the toilet cover seat up or down?"
"Up, of course."
Oh no. "Vash," she said, very slowly. "Next time, sit down."
He blinked at her a couple of times before his face cleared. "Oh."
She nodded grimly. "Let's go. We have to find that shaman soon." Before I kill myself. Or kill you. Or kill one of us. Gah! Whatever! That shaman had to be found soon.
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Author's Notes: *grin* Like I was really going to describe them undressing and dressing each other. The fic is rated PG-13 after all. Nothing explicit kiddies! Well, except for my ccasional bad language that is. Hehehehehe!
Author's Notes: And now for your viewing pleasure, a play! Even though I'm really, really, really feeling icky since I think I just failed a midterm. But whatever. Don't care. Will care tomorrow morning and then will be angsty and all, but for now, still riding on the waves of euphoric high from all that caffeine and chocolate I consumed in an effort to chase away the blues about failing a midterm. But on to the play!
Setting: Somewhere in Rain's demented mind. Time: Sometime.
Vash: Uh, Rain, why are you hiding behind me?
Author: *hiss* Because the reviewers are threatening me. There's someone here with a spoon, another with a flashlight, and someone who likes fire. A lot.
Vash: So? Why are you hiding behind me?
Author: Because you're the great Vash the Stampede, idiot!
Vash: Hey! Meryl's the only one allowed to call me that.
Author: Fine, fine. Just hide me okay?
Vash: *grin* I would, but -
Author: But what?
Vash: You're taller than me.
Author: Huh? *suddenly realizes situation* Damn it! I forgot! You're still in Meryl's body! What do you suggest?
Vash: I suggest you run. Now. I see someone coming with a spoon.
Author: *grumble*
*bows* And now, a note to our sponsors before our feature presentation:
blood-lust6: You're in this one too? Well, welcome, welcome to the world of Rain! Where body switching is completely ordinary and bathroom trips are frequent. *um, that didn't sound quite the way I meant it to sound*
Lisa: Which other fic? Either way, that "other fic" was updated too. And as to the clothes situation, read on, read on. *evil snicker*
LadySteph: *at a loss of words to say* Lalalalalalalala. Hi!
VASHIES-GIRL: *growl* I love Vash too. *mumble, mumble*
Hecate: *grin* You like deranged? I'll show you deranged. *produces Knives* Tada! Knives: Get your hands off me filthy human! *makes Knives disappear* Uh, yeah. On to the show!
Ametenshi: Cute? Why, yes I am! *grin* Oh, you were talking about the fanfiction. My bad!
Celebria Viresse: *sweetly* Oh yes, "my" Vash is a pervert. *evil cackle*
S-chan The Great: *running from flashlight* I don't know why I would run from a flashlight, but with you S-chan, it just seems appropriate! *grin*
Lady Shadowcat: Hehehe. You can walk around in public without getting stared at. At nude beaches! *cough, cough* Not that I've ever been to one. But if I were a guy. . .*grin*
Raditz: "Why a spoon, cousin?" "Because it's dull you twit! It'll hurt more." ---scene from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.
Luna-Kitsune: *almost pees in pants* Uh, flame-throwers? I don't know if I can write under such pressure!
Samara Aurora Randolph: Will try!
doomsdaybringer: *grin* Are you sure you shouldn't have your feet looked at? I mean, that could be dangerous!
the old fart: That's the fun in it! Oh yes, how will she now?
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Chapter 3
Meryl's face was still burning. She couldn't believe they had done what they had just done. On the other hand, his face (well, really her own face) was also burning while they had done it. It had been really, really uncomfortable. Not to mention embarrassing! And now, while Vash was in the bathroom trying to figure out how to go pee with his eyes closed, she replayed the scene in her mind.
**
"This is complete and utter lunacy," she mumbled while she and Vash faced each other.
"No," he snickered. "Complete and utter lunacy is Knives. This is. . .good."
"Good? Good!? How can this be good?" she said tightly, expanding her arms to measure the full extent of the situation. "I'm in your body and we're about to dress each other. How can this be good?"
"Really, Meryl," Vash said calmly. Too calmly, though the glint in his eye betrayed the fact that he was enjoying this. "You're being out of character. I'm the one who should be complaining and panicking. Not you. You're Derringer Meryl, coolheaded insurance girl. Remember?"
"Yeah," she snorted. "In the stupid Vash the Stampede's body."
"Gorgeous body," he corrected.
"Hah!" she interjected. "Now you're being out of character."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Aren't you supposed to be all angst and oh, look at me. Not worthy, not worthy."
"Oh yeah? Aren't you supposed to be super bit – "
The slamming of a door downstairs interrupted Vash's next words and then there was Milly's voice, faintly calling out goodbye.
"Well that makes me officially late for work," Meryl growled. Then, "Ah forget it. I can't go to work like this." She looked at Vash. "And you sure as hell aren't going to go to work for me."
Vash suddenly clapped his hands together and made her jump. "Okay then," he said. "This is it."
"Okay then, what?" she asked distractedly, a little afraid at the determined expression on his face.
"Let's get down to it."
"Get down to what?"
"Are you sure you didn't lose any brain cells when we switched bodies?" he asked with a grin.
"Vash," she warned.
"Okay, okay," he laughed. "Who's first?"
"Me. No you. No me! I mean. . .argh! Jankenpon!"
He looked up at her fascinated. "So that's what I look like when I can't get donuts," he murmured with a smile.
"Jankenpon!" she hissed out, holding her hand. "One, two. . ."
"Scissors," he cackled. "I win."
"Jankenpon!"
"Scissors, again," he laughed. "There are two other things, Meryl," he said, his eyes twinkling. He pumped his fist in the air. One, two. . .
"Rock!" she screamed in triumph.
He shrugged. "Okay then." He lowered his voice. "So does this mean – ?"
"Mean what?"
"That I really do get to wear that skirt?"
"Shut up, Vash, she said tightly. "Just shut up and close your eyes."
What had followed had been the most embarrassing farce of dress-up that could ever be. It had been her to go first, dressing Vash in her body. It was going fine until he giggled and twitched. When she tried to put the bra on. Then there was the fact that she was noticing weird things. Like the mole between her shoulder blades. Since when did she have a mole between her shoulder blades? It wasn't weird or anything, but it sort of distracted her because she was wondering if it would "distract" Vash too. Like when he was looking down at her neck, would he stare at it? She had to admit that small as she was, she was pretty damn sexy when it came down to it. Derringer Meryl had had her share of admirers back in the days when she wasn't stuck with such a demanding assignment as Vash the Stampede. Then she shook her head. What was she thinking? It's not like she wanted Vash to look at her back! Hell, she had to be damn near naked for him to see that mole. She didn't want him to see her naked! Or did she?
When it was her turn, she also closed her eyes. It wasn't like there was a need for it. She had been right. Other than pants and the t-shirt, Vash didn't really have much to put on. She had sneaked a little peek though and saw that he wore boxers under the pants. Boxers with hearts. How appropriate for him, she thought wryly, for a moment hearing the echo of "Love and Peace" in her head.
He was done very quickly, the buckles and various articles of indeterminate nature snapping on and when she opened her eyes, she found her own face staring back at her with the strangest expression. Then Vash turned away and when she caught his eyes again, they were back to that mirthful expression that was his way of hiding things. For a moment, she wondered what he was hiding and then shook her head when the face grinned uncomfortably and Vash started to rock back and forth on his heels.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, Meryl, but I really, really, really, really have to go pee."
She felt a moment of panic again, but then she couldn't let him go on in her body like that. Much as she hated the thought of Vash sneaking a peek, she didn't want him to have any accidents while in her body.
"Fine then," she mumbled. "But keep your eyes closed!" she shouted as he rushed to the bathroom, practically running like there were wild dogs after him.
**
So now here she was waiting. What the hell was he taking so long for anyway? He better not be checking out her ass. Or her boobs. Hell, he better not be checking out any part of her, she thought furiously.
It had been almost five minutes. Peeing sure as hell did not take five minutes! Unless. . .? She shuddered. She didn't want to ride on that train of thought any more than what was necessary.
One thought had seriously run through her head when he had said he really, really, really, really had to go pee. That thought had been blindfolds. She had thought about blindfolding him to prevent him from peeking. But as she didn't want a wet spot on her skirt – which was likely to happen since this was Vash in her body after all – she would just have to get over it. And the blindfold hadn't seemed like a good idea once she thought about it some more. He'd have been forced to feel out things by touch. Noooo, that wouldn't be a good idea at all.
Swoosh!
"Finally," she said sarcastically when he came out. "You'd better not have – " she began threateningly.
"I had a hard time aiming," he said sheepishly.
"What?"
"Aiming," he repeated again, blushing fiercely. "I'm sorry, Meryl, but I had to open my eyes. Only for a second," he added quickly when he saw the anger in her expression.
Aiming? What the hell was he talking about? Then it hit her. Oh dear. "Vash," she began very, very quietly. "Did you leave the toilet cover seat up or down?"
"Up, of course."
Oh no. "Vash," she said, very slowly. "Next time, sit down."
He blinked at her a couple of times before his face cleared. "Oh."
She nodded grimly. "Let's go. We have to find that shaman soon." Before I kill myself. Or kill you. Or kill one of us. Gah! Whatever! That shaman had to be found soon.
**********
Author's Notes: *grin* Like I was really going to describe them undressing and dressing each other. The fic is rated PG-13 after all. Nothing explicit kiddies! Well, except for my ccasional bad language that is. Hehehehehe!