CHAPTER 3
"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers," Scarlet O'Hara, Gone
with the Wind
The loud crowing of a rooster caused Vash to wake suddenly. He was, once
again, taller, had a deeper voice, and was wearing a white button up shirt,
just like the end of his 'dream'.
Vash stood up; his head feeling like it would roll off his shoulders. He
looked out the small window. The two suns where beginning to rise, the
larger sun almost peeking through the cover of sandy horizon, not quite
ready to start the day. He yawned, and staggered out the small door, which
was slightly ajar. He was confused how ANYONE could be up at this hour,
but, sure enough, he saw Volf, sitting happily at the wooden table in the
main room of the house, smiling his world proof smile.
"Why, hello there, Mr. Green, how are you feeling this fine morning? Better
I hope, after that fainting incident, I thought you wouldn't wake until
noon!" Volf said, his voice surprisingly awake.
"Yeah. I thought that too," Vash said, his brain felt like it was throwing
it's self upon the side of Vash's skull in an attempt to end its existence.
"You don't look so good, Mr. Green, maybe you should-" Volf began.
"NO!. *ahem* no. I'm fine, really, I just have a head ache, that's all,"
Vash interrupted, remembering what happened last time Volf suggested he go
to sleep.
Volf smiled at Vash, well, it would have been just a look if Volf was like
any other person and had OTHER emotions besides carefree happiness.
"So. who are all the other people in the town? I never got to see them,
really," Vash smiled, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed by
his irascibility.
Volf nodded. "OH! Forgive me, well, come with me, are you ready to leave
the house?" Volf asked.
Then, vash's stomach growled loudly.
Volf smiled, bigger than usual. "Well, while I introduce you to the
townspeople, we can get something to eat," Volf said.
Vash smiled as Volf walked out the door and followed.
"You mean. people are up ALREADY?" Vash asked in disbelief.
Volf nodded. "Now, come along, before people run back to their houses,"
Volf joked.
***
Vash followed Volf, looking to which people he pointed to as Volf gave
their names and business in the town.
"And that's Mrs. Ambers, she's too old to work now, but she takes care of
the little ones while their parents work," Volf said, pointing to an old
crone of a woman with white hair and an eerie pale blue glass eye. She
waved happily to Vash and Volf, who waved back promptly.
"That's Mr. Boomers, he fixes things, shoes, cars, tools," Volf continued,
now pointing to a younger man, 40 maybe, with black-ish grey hair he gave a
short wave to them as he had his head in the roof of an old, beat up truck.
While Volf spoke about the townspeople and their jobs, Vash couldn't help
but notice the strange items placed strategically in the middle of the
town, like the string of nooses and the large pyre.
Volf continued down the town while Vash wondered, to the 8-year-old school
children, Sarah, Johnny and Freddie. To the 20-year-old woman who flirted
aimlessly at Vash, and Vash, who didn't seem to mind at all.
"Well, I think that's-" Volf began, but a loud, familiar voice that even
Vash seemed to recognise, came from behind.
"Well, Mr. Volf Bloodchurch, you never gave me the honour of meeting the
stranger who ran into town," the man laughed
Volf jumped with not only surprise, but Vash could swear he jumped with
some fright.
"OH! Hello there, father Bagwell, This is Mr. Green," Volf said. His smile
was still there, but Vash could see, deep in his oddly bright green eyes,
there was a deep fear for this man.
"Please, call me Ben, Father. Bagwell, you too, Volf," Vash said. He felt
awkward calling this man 'Father'. Maybe it was because his friend Wolfwood
was a priest and he never needed to call him that. Now that he looked back
at it, he never really asked if Wolfwood minded him not calling him that.
"Well. Ben. Welcome to Grey city, I hope Mr. Bloodchurch has treated you
well," Father Bagwell began. Volf looked to Vash; again, Vash could see the
fear in his eyes, yet his smile still existed.
"Yes. yes he has, I'm very surprised how well a total stranger has treated
me. I'm very grateful," Vash smiled.
-He seems frightened of him. Why? He doesn't seem that scary, - Vash
thought, eyeing Volf with the corner of his eye.
"Good. good. I'm glad to see that Mr. Bloodchurch is doing a good job in
treating you with much hospitality," Father Bagwell said, glaring at Volf,
before turning around.
Volf seemed relieved by seeing the back of Father Bagwell.
"Well, let's get some breakfast, eh? I bet you're starved," Volf said
happily.
Vash wanted to know why he was so afraid of Father Bagwell, but decided now
was the time for food and not to appear to preliminary in asking such
personal questions from what he even admitted was a complete stranger.
Instead, he smiled back and replied, "Yeah, I am, thank you for showing me
around."
"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers," Scarlet O'Hara, Gone
with the Wind
The loud crowing of a rooster caused Vash to wake suddenly. He was, once
again, taller, had a deeper voice, and was wearing a white button up shirt,
just like the end of his 'dream'.
Vash stood up; his head feeling like it would roll off his shoulders. He
looked out the small window. The two suns where beginning to rise, the
larger sun almost peeking through the cover of sandy horizon, not quite
ready to start the day. He yawned, and staggered out the small door, which
was slightly ajar. He was confused how ANYONE could be up at this hour,
but, sure enough, he saw Volf, sitting happily at the wooden table in the
main room of the house, smiling his world proof smile.
"Why, hello there, Mr. Green, how are you feeling this fine morning? Better
I hope, after that fainting incident, I thought you wouldn't wake until
noon!" Volf said, his voice surprisingly awake.
"Yeah. I thought that too," Vash said, his brain felt like it was throwing
it's self upon the side of Vash's skull in an attempt to end its existence.
"You don't look so good, Mr. Green, maybe you should-" Volf began.
"NO!. *ahem* no. I'm fine, really, I just have a head ache, that's all,"
Vash interrupted, remembering what happened last time Volf suggested he go
to sleep.
Volf smiled at Vash, well, it would have been just a look if Volf was like
any other person and had OTHER emotions besides carefree happiness.
"So. who are all the other people in the town? I never got to see them,
really," Vash smiled, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed by
his irascibility.
Volf nodded. "OH! Forgive me, well, come with me, are you ready to leave
the house?" Volf asked.
Then, vash's stomach growled loudly.
Volf smiled, bigger than usual. "Well, while I introduce you to the
townspeople, we can get something to eat," Volf said.
Vash smiled as Volf walked out the door and followed.
"You mean. people are up ALREADY?" Vash asked in disbelief.
Volf nodded. "Now, come along, before people run back to their houses,"
Volf joked.
***
Vash followed Volf, looking to which people he pointed to as Volf gave
their names and business in the town.
"And that's Mrs. Ambers, she's too old to work now, but she takes care of
the little ones while their parents work," Volf said, pointing to an old
crone of a woman with white hair and an eerie pale blue glass eye. She
waved happily to Vash and Volf, who waved back promptly.
"That's Mr. Boomers, he fixes things, shoes, cars, tools," Volf continued,
now pointing to a younger man, 40 maybe, with black-ish grey hair he gave a
short wave to them as he had his head in the roof of an old, beat up truck.
While Volf spoke about the townspeople and their jobs, Vash couldn't help
but notice the strange items placed strategically in the middle of the
town, like the string of nooses and the large pyre.
Volf continued down the town while Vash wondered, to the 8-year-old school
children, Sarah, Johnny and Freddie. To the 20-year-old woman who flirted
aimlessly at Vash, and Vash, who didn't seem to mind at all.
"Well, I think that's-" Volf began, but a loud, familiar voice that even
Vash seemed to recognise, came from behind.
"Well, Mr. Volf Bloodchurch, you never gave me the honour of meeting the
stranger who ran into town," the man laughed
Volf jumped with not only surprise, but Vash could swear he jumped with
some fright.
"OH! Hello there, father Bagwell, This is Mr. Green," Volf said. His smile
was still there, but Vash could see, deep in his oddly bright green eyes,
there was a deep fear for this man.
"Please, call me Ben, Father. Bagwell, you too, Volf," Vash said. He felt
awkward calling this man 'Father'. Maybe it was because his friend Wolfwood
was a priest and he never needed to call him that. Now that he looked back
at it, he never really asked if Wolfwood minded him not calling him that.
"Well. Ben. Welcome to Grey city, I hope Mr. Bloodchurch has treated you
well," Father Bagwell began. Volf looked to Vash; again, Vash could see the
fear in his eyes, yet his smile still existed.
"Yes. yes he has, I'm very surprised how well a total stranger has treated
me. I'm very grateful," Vash smiled.
-He seems frightened of him. Why? He doesn't seem that scary, - Vash
thought, eyeing Volf with the corner of his eye.
"Good. good. I'm glad to see that Mr. Bloodchurch is doing a good job in
treating you with much hospitality," Father Bagwell said, glaring at Volf,
before turning around.
Volf seemed relieved by seeing the back of Father Bagwell.
"Well, let's get some breakfast, eh? I bet you're starved," Volf said
happily.
Vash wanted to know why he was so afraid of Father Bagwell, but decided now
was the time for food and not to appear to preliminary in asking such
personal questions from what he even admitted was a complete stranger.
Instead, he smiled back and replied, "Yeah, I am, thank you for showing me
around."