Iba's Notes: Only 3 Reviews for the first chapter? *twitch* Oh well, I've been a little busy. This is my first update on anything in months. Please do enjoy…
Though Meryl was completely against it, Millie allowed Nicky to keep his new gift. At every chance he got, Vash implied and gloated his victory. This obviously vexed Meryl, and she had tried to kill him too many times. Sometimes with a knife, three times with fishing wire, and twelve with her miniature handguns.
As the day's end drew nearer, Vash found himself wrestling with Nicky and his friends, being severely beated. He was trying to crawl out from underneath the pile of children, and the black cat sitting on top of his head saying "Nya" wasn't helping either.
"Nicky!" Millie called from the porch. "Suppertime!"
"Okay!" Nicky shouted back, and left the pile of children.
"Dinner time?!" Vash exclaimed, standing straight up, letting the kids fall to the ground. "Er…sorry guys."
"Ow…what's your problem, Vash?" one of the boys said.
Vash gave a goofy smile. "What time is it?"
"About…seven," another boy said. "Why'd you-"
Vash had vanished before he could finish his sentence.
Nicky sat down at the dinner table and noticed the dispersing children outside the window.
"Mama, where does Uncle Vash go every afternoon?" he inquired.
Millie and Meryl exchanged nervous glances when Nicky wasn't looking.
"His sheriff duties, I suppose," Millie told her son. She set down the three steaming plates of food. "Paperwork."
"Paperwork?" Nicky repeated, sounding confused and then laughed. "I can't imagine Uncle Vash doing paperwork."
"Neither can I," Meryl said, giving Millie a look for telling such an obvious lie.
"That's gotta be so boring," Nicky obviously took the bait.
Millie smiled away and put a tiny box with a small blue bow in front of Nicky. "Happy Birthday, honey."
Hastily, Nicky opened the box, and pulled out its contents. "It's…"
"You, Nicky!" Millie said dreamily.
Nicky observed the tiny plush toy, resembling himself, thinking of a way to react to this without hurting his mother. What kind of a mom gave her son a doll for his fourteenth birthday?
"You like it very much, don't you Nicky?" Meryl ordered more than had asked.
"Yup, that's right," Nicky said in fear of Meryl's wrath. "Thanks a lot, mom."
"Sure thing," Millie replied, then went off to get Nicky's cake for dessert.
"Here's my present," Meryl handed him a card with twenty double-dollars in it.
"Thank you," he said again, monotonously. Everything else given to him seemed completely insignificant compared to Uncle Vash's gift, and Meryl seemed to notice. It seemed to make the woman even more angry.
In the next morning, Nicky was showing off his cool new weapon to the other children, making them awed and envious.
"Let me try it!" demanded the boy nicknamed Chubs, because he was so damn fat.
Nicky pulled away from the crowd. "Uncle Vash said I shouldn't let anybody else handle it…"
"Come on, Nicky," a girl in pigtails said. "Are you gonna do everything Mr. Vash says?"
Nicky looks down nervously. "No, but…"
"Gimme!" Chubs reached forward with his pudgy little hands and took the cello from him.
"Hey!" Nicky reached back and grabbed the base of his cello while Chubbs pulled on the neck of it. "Uncle Vash said no!"
Nicky pulled back with great strength and yanked the heavy cello out of Chubbs' meaty fingers. He almost fell backwards, but the shot pushed Nicky in the other direction and regained his balance.
All of the other kids gasped when the had realized where the shot went, and the girl in pigtails fell.
So, did you guys like that? Review, le please. Oh…Sorry I've been so lazy and haven't bothered much with my SM/DBZ fic…I'll get back on it soon, I swear! o_o;;