WARNING: Spoilers ahead! Probably a few pretty major ones by the time this is finished too! ^_^x
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, so I own a few stuffed animals from my early childhood days, but other than that, I own nothing.
A/N: Ummmmm, yeah. This has been bugging me to write it for over two months now, so I did.
**Flashback** is pretty self-explanatory
as is **End Flashback**
However, ~~~*~~~ means a scene change without coming out of/going into a flashback
On with the fic…
Of Pudding and a Bounty Hunter
**Prologue**
Vash the Stampede glared at the bounty hunter through amber-tinted sunglasses, daring him to try and shoot just one more time. The bounty hunter simply stood there, frozen to the floor, unable to tear his gaze away from the fearsome eyes of the diablo. He. Was. Dead. He could feel it, and it was all because he had made one stupid mistake: He had pissed off, Vash the Stampede.
"You bastard" Vash growled, reaching for the .45 long colt revolver, still unused in its holster at his side. The bounty hunter took what he was sure would be his last breath as the Humanoid Typhoon took aim. "Be sure and tell Legato that Vash says 'hi'." Four shots ripped through the bounty hunter's body in rapid succession, having been squeezed off so quickly that they sounded like a single bullet. Vash the Stampede stood in front of him, smoking gun still leveled at his rapidly weakening form. And then, the world went dark.