TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
SECOND CONFESSION: The Apocalypse
Wolfwood was not a happy camper.
No, siree. Although, it seemed that everyone else within a ten ile radius was. Millie had invited the traveling priest, shorter insurance girl, and legendary gunman to come with her to meet her family and to put it lightly the combined cheerfulness of the Thomson family gathered in one place was enough to make even Vash rethink his opinions on suicide. Deciding to escape the ever-happy family Wolfwood had stepped outside and was now leaning against the house trying to devise an escape plan. So far, no luck, but he kept thinking.
That is until a certain teary-eyed insurance girl found him.
"Mr. Priest?" Millie sniffled, managing to look incredibly sad for someone who was always so happy.
"Millie? What's wrong?" Wolfwood was very concerned, if not scared for his life. A Thomson crying? Wasn't this one of the signs of the apocalypse?
"Mr. Wolfwood, do you have your portable church with you?" Millie asked, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Yeah." Wolfwood trailed off and whipped the confessional out of seemingly nowhere, "Here," he handed it to the sobbing girl, "it's on the house."
She nodded and placed the confessional on her head, "Uhmm. well, you see.. Little big brother and me were playing chess and he beat me and I said ." she paused here to sniffle again, "'Oh darn it.' And then big big sister said that Sempai was a bad influence on me and I told her . I told her. I told her to GO TO HELL!" she broke down here hysterical.
"Oh that's ok, big girl. Sometimes we all lose our temper. I'm sure your little big sister understands." Wolfwood tried.
Millie lifted the confessional off of her head, "But little big sister is playing with little little brother. She's a teacher, ya know, and little little brother wants to be a doctor. I think that's just great. My uncle was a doctor. Middle big brother wanted to be a doctor too but he ended up owning a store. oh and." Millie trailed off rambling on happily about all of her family, her previous 'episode' forgotten. And all was well on the planet Gunsmoke.
AN: Ok, that was rather similar to Vash's, but I liked it. Anyway, I'd like to thank all the people that reviewed the first chapter, even though I know for a fact that 45 people looked at it and only 4 reviewed!! What's up with that? Ya know, I do have the extra services I know how many people read my stuff. **sigh** Oh well, "happy reader" I have played FFVII and I've come to the conclusion that anyone that comes from an anime and/or video game must be born with naturally gravity-defying hair. The people with normal hair must have to work to get it not to stick up. It's another one of those great mysteries of life. Nehoo, I think I'll be starting with confessions from the Gung-Ho Guns soon. So R 'n' R and I might post the next chapter tomorrow.
SECOND CONFESSION: The Apocalypse
Wolfwood was not a happy camper.
No, siree. Although, it seemed that everyone else within a ten ile radius was. Millie had invited the traveling priest, shorter insurance girl, and legendary gunman to come with her to meet her family and to put it lightly the combined cheerfulness of the Thomson family gathered in one place was enough to make even Vash rethink his opinions on suicide. Deciding to escape the ever-happy family Wolfwood had stepped outside and was now leaning against the house trying to devise an escape plan. So far, no luck, but he kept thinking.
That is until a certain teary-eyed insurance girl found him.
"Mr. Priest?" Millie sniffled, managing to look incredibly sad for someone who was always so happy.
"Millie? What's wrong?" Wolfwood was very concerned, if not scared for his life. A Thomson crying? Wasn't this one of the signs of the apocalypse?
"Mr. Wolfwood, do you have your portable church with you?" Millie asked, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Yeah." Wolfwood trailed off and whipped the confessional out of seemingly nowhere, "Here," he handed it to the sobbing girl, "it's on the house."
She nodded and placed the confessional on her head, "Uhmm. well, you see.. Little big brother and me were playing chess and he beat me and I said ." she paused here to sniffle again, "'Oh darn it.' And then big big sister said that Sempai was a bad influence on me and I told her . I told her. I told her to GO TO HELL!" she broke down here hysterical.
"Oh that's ok, big girl. Sometimes we all lose our temper. I'm sure your little big sister understands." Wolfwood tried.
Millie lifted the confessional off of her head, "But little big sister is playing with little little brother. She's a teacher, ya know, and little little brother wants to be a doctor. I think that's just great. My uncle was a doctor. Middle big brother wanted to be a doctor too but he ended up owning a store. oh and." Millie trailed off rambling on happily about all of her family, her previous 'episode' forgotten. And all was well on the planet Gunsmoke.
AN: Ok, that was rather similar to Vash's, but I liked it. Anyway, I'd like to thank all the people that reviewed the first chapter, even though I know for a fact that 45 people looked at it and only 4 reviewed!! What's up with that? Ya know, I do have the extra services I know how many people read my stuff. **sigh** Oh well, "happy reader" I have played FFVII and I've come to the conclusion that anyone that comes from an anime and/or video game must be born with naturally gravity-defying hair. The people with normal hair must have to work to get it not to stick up. It's another one of those great mysteries of life. Nehoo, I think I'll be starting with confessions from the Gung-Ho Guns soon. So R 'n' R and I might post the next chapter tomorrow.