| Chapter 3 |
(Vash's eyes widened. Rem's face was partly covered by the door, gradually closing her from Vash. He reached out to get a hold of her. Rem smiled, "Good bye, Vash. Take care of Knives. . ." With that the door closed. "NOOO!!!")
"Rem. . ." Vash whispered. It was early morning and he was staring off out the window. He took a long deep breath and put his crimson coat on. "I didn't take care of Knives. I'm sorry, Rem."
Vash turned to look at Knives, who was still in bed. "His injury should heal about now. I didn't want to hurt him. I had to." What he doesn't know is, Knives was awake, awaken long before Vash. He pretended to sleep.
"Vash!" Meryl called from outside. "Come out here and help us with this pile of dirt, will you? The town needs to be rebuild NOW!!" Vash sighed. Even from outside, the windows and doors are closed, he could even hear her loud chattering voice. Of course, he could never shout that loud. He opened the window and peered out. "I'm coming."
He quickly opened the door and walked out. Knives waited on the bed for a little longer. Who knows what bacteria are bound to come in? He smirked at that. About two minutes later, he got up from the bed.
Knives could feel more tiny bone fragments breaking. He paused until the pain ended. "I have to find a gun. . ." He checked in the drawers and closets. Nothing was there except clothes. Knives thought about giving up. His brother was not that empty-minded to leave a weapon free to any users.
There was one cupboard left. He limped over and began to mess up the drawers. "Nothing, nothing, nothing!!" He cursed himself. "How am I supposed to live without a gun?"
Then something caught his eye. It was a collage of writing. It has no title. Knives carefully picked it up to examined it.
The papers were piled on top on one another. The penmanship was horrible. It was written on ripped up scratched papers. It belonged to Vash. Knives tilted his head as he read:
I kept having dreams of Rem in my head. Her face kept smiling at me. But as the years went on, I began to lose her. The exact same feeling like how she left me a long time ago. I still treasure her philosophy. Those wise words were always my guidance. I turn to her everytime I felt alone, lost.
Knives swallowed. He flipped to a new sheet:
I would never know what to do without her. She taught me about how good the humans are. She was right. Some even became my friends. I spent almost my whole life with them. We've been sharing different kinds of emotions: laughing, crying, it seemed endless.
Knives couldn't read anymore. The papers were smudged. Maybe Vash was crying. Knives put it away. "He really loves Rem." As he set the collage down, he saw a gun next to it. He picked it up and checked to see if there's any bullets left. Luckily, there was.
* * *
"Set it over there," Meryl instructed. Vash was carrying a load of furniture on his back. He trudged over to where Meryl was pointing. "Here?" he asked. Meryl nodded, "That's it. Thanks."
Vash dropped the load, causing the ground to tremble. "There, all done!"
Millie clapped her hands together, "Great job! I'll do the rest." She walked over the other load and picked it all up. Then set it gently on the ground next to Vash's. Vash watched in amazement. She was strong for a girl.
The rest of the town was working together to make pipes for the new water route. Some were even mixing cement to make new buildings. Vash smiled. Everyone trusted him now. "Guess I'm not the 'human typhoon' anymore," he told Meryl. But deep down, he still felt like it.
Meryl nodded, "I guess. Isn't that great? They won't have to be so afraid of you anymore." Vash shrugged.
Millie put her finger on her chin, thinking, "Vash? Do you think most of the bad luck you had had came from that black cat over there?" Vash turned and saw Kuroneko, the black cat with huge eyes. "Possibly."
"What's up with that cat anyways?" Meryl said, looking at the cat questionably. "I see it everywhere we go!"
"Meow!" Kuroneko yawned and fell asleep on Vash's porch.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the entrance, a footstep made its mark. Its owner stood there for a while staring at the town as it worked. "I'll find you, Vash the Stampede." Then walked in the busy neighborhood.
Some people stopped and looked, then got right back to work. It was rare when anyone would come to their home. The last time anyone would settle here was when Vash and Knives moved in. But then again, they are not ordinary people.
"She's in bright red and is a blonde," a bartender said, observing her from the window. More people put down their glass and turned around, "Just like Vash." "Hey, she's coming in!" Everyone quickly turned around.
She pushed the small wooden doors opened. Her eyes looked from one side of the room to another. The whole bar was still.
"How can I help you miss?" the bartender asked. She reached into her coat pocket and took out a black wallet. Inside contains a golden Marshall badge. It shined from the sunlight peeking in. "Do any of you know where I can find Vash?"
They still kept quiet. But every few seconds or so, one has the tempting treat to burp. The girl narrowed her eyes in disgust. She turned around and left. "Sick drunk losers," she muttered under her breath. "I don't know why I chose to go there in the first place. I thought that when they're drunk, they could give off information. But I'm blind to not see that any one who goes in there has no mind!"
She kept walking, stomping her foot angrily.
"Vash, you lazy geek! Quit sitting around and help us!"
She stopped and looked up, "That voice? Where have I heard it?"
(Meryl dragged the old man behind the curtain and began to yell, "Does this man look like the legendary gunman Vash the Stampede? That droopy- eyed, weak looking, bristle-headed, promiscuous-looking donut freak of a man?" Millie sat on the other side and smiled at Vash, "She's the one who bought the donuts. She's very nice once you get to know her." Vash nodded, "Yeah, nice and loud.")
The girl grinned, "That's Vash's friend! I found him!" She hurried over to where the voice was heard.
(Vash's eyes widened. Rem's face was partly covered by the door, gradually closing her from Vash. He reached out to get a hold of her. Rem smiled, "Good bye, Vash. Take care of Knives. . ." With that the door closed. "NOOO!!!")
"Rem. . ." Vash whispered. It was early morning and he was staring off out the window. He took a long deep breath and put his crimson coat on. "I didn't take care of Knives. I'm sorry, Rem."
Vash turned to look at Knives, who was still in bed. "His injury should heal about now. I didn't want to hurt him. I had to." What he doesn't know is, Knives was awake, awaken long before Vash. He pretended to sleep.
"Vash!" Meryl called from outside. "Come out here and help us with this pile of dirt, will you? The town needs to be rebuild NOW!!" Vash sighed. Even from outside, the windows and doors are closed, he could even hear her loud chattering voice. Of course, he could never shout that loud. He opened the window and peered out. "I'm coming."
He quickly opened the door and walked out. Knives waited on the bed for a little longer. Who knows what bacteria are bound to come in? He smirked at that. About two minutes later, he got up from the bed.
Knives could feel more tiny bone fragments breaking. He paused until the pain ended. "I have to find a gun. . ." He checked in the drawers and closets. Nothing was there except clothes. Knives thought about giving up. His brother was not that empty-minded to leave a weapon free to any users.
There was one cupboard left. He limped over and began to mess up the drawers. "Nothing, nothing, nothing!!" He cursed himself. "How am I supposed to live without a gun?"
Then something caught his eye. It was a collage of writing. It has no title. Knives carefully picked it up to examined it.
The papers were piled on top on one another. The penmanship was horrible. It was written on ripped up scratched papers. It belonged to Vash. Knives tilted his head as he read:
I kept having dreams of Rem in my head. Her face kept smiling at me. But as the years went on, I began to lose her. The exact same feeling like how she left me a long time ago. I still treasure her philosophy. Those wise words were always my guidance. I turn to her everytime I felt alone, lost.
Knives swallowed. He flipped to a new sheet:
I would never know what to do without her. She taught me about how good the humans are. She was right. Some even became my friends. I spent almost my whole life with them. We've been sharing different kinds of emotions: laughing, crying, it seemed endless.
Knives couldn't read anymore. The papers were smudged. Maybe Vash was crying. Knives put it away. "He really loves Rem." As he set the collage down, he saw a gun next to it. He picked it up and checked to see if there's any bullets left. Luckily, there was.
* * *
"Set it over there," Meryl instructed. Vash was carrying a load of furniture on his back. He trudged over to where Meryl was pointing. "Here?" he asked. Meryl nodded, "That's it. Thanks."
Vash dropped the load, causing the ground to tremble. "There, all done!"
Millie clapped her hands together, "Great job! I'll do the rest." She walked over the other load and picked it all up. Then set it gently on the ground next to Vash's. Vash watched in amazement. She was strong for a girl.
The rest of the town was working together to make pipes for the new water route. Some were even mixing cement to make new buildings. Vash smiled. Everyone trusted him now. "Guess I'm not the 'human typhoon' anymore," he told Meryl. But deep down, he still felt like it.
Meryl nodded, "I guess. Isn't that great? They won't have to be so afraid of you anymore." Vash shrugged.
Millie put her finger on her chin, thinking, "Vash? Do you think most of the bad luck you had had came from that black cat over there?" Vash turned and saw Kuroneko, the black cat with huge eyes. "Possibly."
"What's up with that cat anyways?" Meryl said, looking at the cat questionably. "I see it everywhere we go!"
"Meow!" Kuroneko yawned and fell asleep on Vash's porch.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the entrance, a footstep made its mark. Its owner stood there for a while staring at the town as it worked. "I'll find you, Vash the Stampede." Then walked in the busy neighborhood.
Some people stopped and looked, then got right back to work. It was rare when anyone would come to their home. The last time anyone would settle here was when Vash and Knives moved in. But then again, they are not ordinary people.
"She's in bright red and is a blonde," a bartender said, observing her from the window. More people put down their glass and turned around, "Just like Vash." "Hey, she's coming in!" Everyone quickly turned around.
She pushed the small wooden doors opened. Her eyes looked from one side of the room to another. The whole bar was still.
"How can I help you miss?" the bartender asked. She reached into her coat pocket and took out a black wallet. Inside contains a golden Marshall badge. It shined from the sunlight peeking in. "Do any of you know where I can find Vash?"
They still kept quiet. But every few seconds or so, one has the tempting treat to burp. The girl narrowed her eyes in disgust. She turned around and left. "Sick drunk losers," she muttered under her breath. "I don't know why I chose to go there in the first place. I thought that when they're drunk, they could give off information. But I'm blind to not see that any one who goes in there has no mind!"
She kept walking, stomping her foot angrily.
"Vash, you lazy geek! Quit sitting around and help us!"
She stopped and looked up, "That voice? Where have I heard it?"
(Meryl dragged the old man behind the curtain and began to yell, "Does this man look like the legendary gunman Vash the Stampede? That droopy- eyed, weak looking, bristle-headed, promiscuous-looking donut freak of a man?" Millie sat on the other side and smiled at Vash, "She's the one who bought the donuts. She's very nice once you get to know her." Vash nodded, "Yeah, nice and loud.")
The girl grinned, "That's Vash's friend! I found him!" She hurried over to where the voice was heard.