| Chapter 4 |
"That's all right, Meryl," Millie grinned, giving Vash a break. "I can do his work too!" Meryl sighed, "Oh, Millie, if you're gonna be nice to him forever and he's going to take advantage of you."
"I won't do that!" retorted Vash. Meryl laughed. Then looked up to see a girl looking at them. "Who are you?"
Vash turned. His eyes got bright and he started to melt. "Marianne! It's you!" He ran up to her and hugged her tight. Meryl and Millie looked away. "Now you're working, huh, Vash?" Meryl asked angrily.
Marianne struggled to get out of his firm grip. "Excuse me? Would you mind letting go?" Vash squeezed even harder, "I can't believe it's you! I haven't seen you for SOO long!! I really miss you a lot!!"
Millie cocked her head, "I didn't know Vash thought about her the whole time." Meryl stopped getting angry with him and stared at the ground, "I didn't know either. . . ."
Her friend looked over at her, "M-Meryl? Are you okay?" Meryl wiped a tear from her eyes. She looked up at Millie, grinning, "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." Then got back to Vash.
She took out a small white box. "Vash, donut!"
He paused for a while. The "d" word kept repeating in his head. "D-D- Donut?" Marianne watched him, unsure of what he'll do next. The last time they'd met, he was as equally hyper, an idiot, crazy, or damn fool.
He let go of Marianne and started to dash towards the box. "DONUTS!!!"
In half a second, he was in front of Meryl, opening the box. Meryl was about to burst. Vash couldn't stop smiling. He lifted the lid. "WHAT?? THERE'S NOTHING INSIDE!!!"
Meryl burst out laughing. She fell to the floor. "You should've seen yourself!" Vash turned scarlet. Millie walked over to help her friend up, "Meryl, are you sure you're alright?"
Marianne went up to Vash. "Vash, I need to speak to you," she whispered. Vash kept his color, "Really? About us? Alone?" Marianne shrugged, "Um. . ." Vash took her by the hand, "Hey, girls. Marianne and I'll be in the house. 'Kay? If you need any additional hand, just ask that guy over there." He pointed to an over-weight townsman.
"What?" Meryl looked up. "Where are you going?"
"I just told you! In the house. Pay attention." He quickly dragged Marianne to his home. Millie waved, "Okay, Vash. See you at dinner!"
"Whatever," Meryl muttered.
* * *
Vash was still dragging her until they reached the living room.
"You could sit on the couch," he said, lowering the brightness of the room to a romantic color. "Thank you," she said, taking a seat. She watched him as he ran around the room, puffing the couch' pillows and getting champagne. He poured it in two glass cups. Then handed one to her.
She merely smiled, "Um, thanks." For some reason, it was getting hot in here. Very hot. Vash looked dreamily into her eyes.
"Vash, what I needed to talk to you about is-"
"No!" he wined, "You're going to arrest me! Don't arrest me!" "I'm not going to arrest you," she said calmly. "Relax." It seemed like he took her advice. Vash continued to stare at her.
"Anyways, a few days ago-" she stopped. "It's very hot in here isn't it?" Vash asked, in a voice he had never used before. "Yes it is," she said, beginning to get frustrated. She watched him scoot in closer to her. His nose touched hers as he began to unbutton her coat.
* * *
"What's all that noise?" muttered Knives. "Are the twerps back already?"
He limped to the window and peered outside. "There's only two. And a fat stranger. . . but where's Vash?" Knives tucked the gun in his gun holder. "Maybe he's in the human 'bathroom.' But how? He doesn't have. . ." He shook his head and headed out.
When he opened the door, he heard small noises. "What the?" Knives followed the noise that led to the living room.
* * *
Marianne gently pushed Vash away, "What are you doing?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued.
"A few days ago, my aunt had been murdered. Her body was left in her room one night. There was no sign of the killer. As my job, I went to find out who it was. The day after, I gathered up clues and tracked the man down. He appears to be traveling around the world recently. My theory is that he's murdering more innocent people. Another thing that I've found out was that he uses guns as his current and default weapon. You're a high- quality gunman, Vash. So may I asked you to come with me on the search for him?"
Vash smiled, "Thank goodness you don't suspect me as the killer." "But you're not, are you?" she made sure.
"Of course not," he said, still smiling. He placed his hands around her waist, "I'm just glad you came to me in your need. You can trust me any time. That's because I'm your sun, your moon, your -"
Marianne wrung her arms around him in an embrace, cuddling on his chest, "Thank you so much, Vash. Thank you!"
Vash melted until he was liquid. No girl has ever done that to him before. He grinned to himself. Then kissed her hair. She quickly let loose from him. "First, we need to confront my father. He said he has more things to give me when I find you." Vash nodded.
* * *
"That's all right, Meryl," Millie grinned, giving Vash a break. "I can do his work too!" Meryl sighed, "Oh, Millie, if you're gonna be nice to him forever and he's going to take advantage of you."
"I won't do that!" retorted Vash. Meryl laughed. Then looked up to see a girl looking at them. "Who are you?"
Vash turned. His eyes got bright and he started to melt. "Marianne! It's you!" He ran up to her and hugged her tight. Meryl and Millie looked away. "Now you're working, huh, Vash?" Meryl asked angrily.
Marianne struggled to get out of his firm grip. "Excuse me? Would you mind letting go?" Vash squeezed even harder, "I can't believe it's you! I haven't seen you for SOO long!! I really miss you a lot!!"
Millie cocked her head, "I didn't know Vash thought about her the whole time." Meryl stopped getting angry with him and stared at the ground, "I didn't know either. . . ."
Her friend looked over at her, "M-Meryl? Are you okay?" Meryl wiped a tear from her eyes. She looked up at Millie, grinning, "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." Then got back to Vash.
She took out a small white box. "Vash, donut!"
He paused for a while. The "d" word kept repeating in his head. "D-D- Donut?" Marianne watched him, unsure of what he'll do next. The last time they'd met, he was as equally hyper, an idiot, crazy, or damn fool.
He let go of Marianne and started to dash towards the box. "DONUTS!!!"
In half a second, he was in front of Meryl, opening the box. Meryl was about to burst. Vash couldn't stop smiling. He lifted the lid. "WHAT?? THERE'S NOTHING INSIDE!!!"
Meryl burst out laughing. She fell to the floor. "You should've seen yourself!" Vash turned scarlet. Millie walked over to help her friend up, "Meryl, are you sure you're alright?"
Marianne went up to Vash. "Vash, I need to speak to you," she whispered. Vash kept his color, "Really? About us? Alone?" Marianne shrugged, "Um. . ." Vash took her by the hand, "Hey, girls. Marianne and I'll be in the house. 'Kay? If you need any additional hand, just ask that guy over there." He pointed to an over-weight townsman.
"What?" Meryl looked up. "Where are you going?"
"I just told you! In the house. Pay attention." He quickly dragged Marianne to his home. Millie waved, "Okay, Vash. See you at dinner!"
"Whatever," Meryl muttered.
* * *
Vash was still dragging her until they reached the living room.
"You could sit on the couch," he said, lowering the brightness of the room to a romantic color. "Thank you," she said, taking a seat. She watched him as he ran around the room, puffing the couch' pillows and getting champagne. He poured it in two glass cups. Then handed one to her.
She merely smiled, "Um, thanks." For some reason, it was getting hot in here. Very hot. Vash looked dreamily into her eyes.
"Vash, what I needed to talk to you about is-"
"No!" he wined, "You're going to arrest me! Don't arrest me!" "I'm not going to arrest you," she said calmly. "Relax." It seemed like he took her advice. Vash continued to stare at her.
"Anyways, a few days ago-" she stopped. "It's very hot in here isn't it?" Vash asked, in a voice he had never used before. "Yes it is," she said, beginning to get frustrated. She watched him scoot in closer to her. His nose touched hers as he began to unbutton her coat.
* * *
"What's all that noise?" muttered Knives. "Are the twerps back already?"
He limped to the window and peered outside. "There's only two. And a fat stranger. . . but where's Vash?" Knives tucked the gun in his gun holder. "Maybe he's in the human 'bathroom.' But how? He doesn't have. . ." He shook his head and headed out.
When he opened the door, he heard small noises. "What the?" Knives followed the noise that led to the living room.
* * *
Marianne gently pushed Vash away, "What are you doing?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued.
"A few days ago, my aunt had been murdered. Her body was left in her room one night. There was no sign of the killer. As my job, I went to find out who it was. The day after, I gathered up clues and tracked the man down. He appears to be traveling around the world recently. My theory is that he's murdering more innocent people. Another thing that I've found out was that he uses guns as his current and default weapon. You're a high- quality gunman, Vash. So may I asked you to come with me on the search for him?"
Vash smiled, "Thank goodness you don't suspect me as the killer." "But you're not, are you?" she made sure.
"Of course not," he said, still smiling. He placed his hands around her waist, "I'm just glad you came to me in your need. You can trust me any time. That's because I'm your sun, your moon, your -"
Marianne wrung her arms around him in an embrace, cuddling on his chest, "Thank you so much, Vash. Thank you!"
Vash melted until he was liquid. No girl has ever done that to him before. He grinned to himself. Then kissed her hair. She quickly let loose from him. "First, we need to confront my father. He said he has more things to give me when I find you." Vash nodded.
* * *