TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
FIFTEENTH CONFESSION: The Jealous Priest
Wolfwood had high-tailed it out of there as fast as he could manage. All he wanted to do was to find Millie and get back to Vash, who was, apparently, less mentally deranged than his brother, before anything particularly gruesome happened to him or Millie.
Wolfwood scrambled through the maze that was the home of the Gung-Ho Guns but found the perky insurance girl no where. He was about ready to go back to the kitchen and check the toaster again, when, out of no where, Dominique materialized and grabbed his arm.
"Nick, I have a confession to make." She said looking at the ground.
"Can't talk, busy now." Wolfwood muttered and began looking for the way back to the kitchen.
"But Ni-ick! It's really important! If I don't confess now I'm going to have to go kill myself, or Knives, or something drastic like that!" she whined.
"Really busy. Come back later." Wolfwood replied automatically, still walking.
"What's so damn important?" she hissed.
"Have to find Millie before someone kills her, or she teaches Knives the 'ways of the pudding'." Wolfwood said, cringing.
"Oh, well, she went off with-heyyy! If I tell you where she went will you listen to my confession?" she asked sneakily.
Wolfwood narrowed his eyes at her, "I supposed I have no other choice."
She grinned and nodded, "Nope, your trapped, so I'll just go right along and confess."
"You do that." Wolfwood said, still walking.
"Okay," she agreed, "I will. The other day I got bored so I decided I was gonna go find some hot guys, right?"
Wolfwood narrowed his eyes even more, if that was possible, "I didn't picture you as someone who would spend her time making googly eyes at guys."
"I never said, 'making googly eyes'. I said I was going to go looking. I may not have time to very often, but I AM a woman." She said, standing up a little straighter.
"So did I make the list?" Wolfwood asked a bit too eagerly.
"Excuse me?"
"Did-I-make-the-list?"
"No, not really." She answered, thoughtfully.
"Why not?!" he shouted.
"You're just not my type."
"Oh, and what IS your type?" he asked indignantly.
"That's beside the point." Dominique answered.
"Just tell me." He ordered.
"agou." She muttered.
"What was that?" Wolfwood asked.
"Legato." She said a but louder.
"Oh my God." Wolfwood stopped dead in his tracks, "So you would pick that psychopath over me?"
"In a word. yes."
"Fine then." Wolfwood shrugged and continued walking.
"Ohhh, is someone jealous?" Dominique teased.
"No." Wolfwood pouted.
"Oh m y God, you are!" Dominique gasped.
"Just hurry up and confess, so I can go find Millie." Wolfwood sighed.
"Fine, fine." Dominique agreed. "So I was gonna go look for guys, when I thought, 'Hey, why not go spy on Legato?' so, anyway, are you paying attention?"
"You never spy on ME!" Wolfwood pouted again.
"Ah Christ," Dominique cursed, "Listen, that insurance girl left about an hour back with Chapel. Go find her before I have to hit you."
"Fine," Wolfwood said, crossing his arms, "I know when I'm not wanted." And then he left.
FIFTEENTH CONFESSION: The Jealous Priest
Wolfwood had high-tailed it out of there as fast as he could manage. All he wanted to do was to find Millie and get back to Vash, who was, apparently, less mentally deranged than his brother, before anything particularly gruesome happened to him or Millie.
Wolfwood scrambled through the maze that was the home of the Gung-Ho Guns but found the perky insurance girl no where. He was about ready to go back to the kitchen and check the toaster again, when, out of no where, Dominique materialized and grabbed his arm.
"Nick, I have a confession to make." She said looking at the ground.
"Can't talk, busy now." Wolfwood muttered and began looking for the way back to the kitchen.
"But Ni-ick! It's really important! If I don't confess now I'm going to have to go kill myself, or Knives, or something drastic like that!" she whined.
"Really busy. Come back later." Wolfwood replied automatically, still walking.
"What's so damn important?" she hissed.
"Have to find Millie before someone kills her, or she teaches Knives the 'ways of the pudding'." Wolfwood said, cringing.
"Oh, well, she went off with-heyyy! If I tell you where she went will you listen to my confession?" she asked sneakily.
Wolfwood narrowed his eyes at her, "I supposed I have no other choice."
She grinned and nodded, "Nope, your trapped, so I'll just go right along and confess."
"You do that." Wolfwood said, still walking.
"Okay," she agreed, "I will. The other day I got bored so I decided I was gonna go find some hot guys, right?"
Wolfwood narrowed his eyes even more, if that was possible, "I didn't picture you as someone who would spend her time making googly eyes at guys."
"I never said, 'making googly eyes'. I said I was going to go looking. I may not have time to very often, but I AM a woman." She said, standing up a little straighter.
"So did I make the list?" Wolfwood asked a bit too eagerly.
"Excuse me?"
"Did-I-make-the-list?"
"No, not really." She answered, thoughtfully.
"Why not?!" he shouted.
"You're just not my type."
"Oh, and what IS your type?" he asked indignantly.
"That's beside the point." Dominique answered.
"Just tell me." He ordered.
"agou." She muttered.
"What was that?" Wolfwood asked.
"Legato." She said a but louder.
"Oh my God." Wolfwood stopped dead in his tracks, "So you would pick that psychopath over me?"
"In a word. yes."
"Fine then." Wolfwood shrugged and continued walking.
"Ohhh, is someone jealous?" Dominique teased.
"No." Wolfwood pouted.
"Oh m y God, you are!" Dominique gasped.
"Just hurry up and confess, so I can go find Millie." Wolfwood sighed.
"Fine, fine." Dominique agreed. "So I was gonna go look for guys, when I thought, 'Hey, why not go spy on Legato?' so, anyway, are you paying attention?"
"You never spy on ME!" Wolfwood pouted again.
"Ah Christ," Dominique cursed, "Listen, that insurance girl left about an hour back with Chapel. Go find her before I have to hit you."
"Fine," Wolfwood said, crossing his arms, "I know when I'm not wanted." And then he left.