Chapter 4
"I'm sorry," world known apology
Vash found himself once again, in the doughnut shop with the strange Volf. "How was your sleep, you where crying out in your dream," Volf asked, seemingly out of the blue. Vash was a little surprised by the question, but Volf was concerned, so he couldn't blame him for that. "Oh. um. I just had a bad dream, that's all, Nothing big," Vash said, wanting to change the subject. "Well. forgive me for being so insolent in my questioning, but, Who's Rem?" Volf asked, innocently and kind. Vash froze. "Uh. uh." he began. How could he explain Rem? He thought of how to explain the young woman who had taught him so much. Volf blinked and smiled some more. "Never mind, it's probably something you'd rather not speak of. After all, she was apart of your dream, but the good part-" Volf continued to talk, but Vash stopped listening. First off, how could he know that Rem was a woman? Second, how did he know that Rem wasn't apart of his bad dream? Volf was a very confusing person. "Ben. Ben? Ben, what kind of doughnut do you want?" Volf asked, after Vash had zoned out by trying to decipher how he knew that. "Huh? Oh, um. glazed." Vash replied blankly, still thinking. Volf gave Vash a confused look. "Is it the question I asked? Damn, I should have known that you would be uncomfortable if I asked that, Again I-" Volf began, appearing embarrassed through his smile. Vash thought there maybe something mentally, if not physically, wrong with Volf. His skin was too pale for the desert. Compared to the pale skin of the strange young man, Vash looked like a lump of coal. "No! No. it's ok, you where just. curious. it's all right, really," Vash interrupted the obviously upset Volf. Volf's eyes softened and relaxed. "Well. still, it's no excuse for me being so rude, I'm-" Volf began. "JUST. it's OK. alright? You don't need to be sorry. Ok?" Vash said quickly, starting to get annoyed. "Yes, I'm-" "DON'T BE," Vash practically yelled, losing his temper. He placed his forehead into his hand and gave a slight sigh of annoyance. "I'm sorry for upsetting-" Volf began. Vash just pointed an annoyed finger at Volf, no matter what he'd say, Volf would come back with an 'I'm sorry' of sorts. It would probably go on forever. Volf shut up, wanting badly to say he was sorry. Soon, their doughnuts came. Vash ate while Volf just looked at his. Vash gave Volf a confused look. "What's the matter? Is it because you're 'sorry'? Don't be, it's ok, honestly. It's just after the first thousand times you say 'I'm sorry', it gets on peoples nerves," Vash answered his own question and Volf's. Volf thought a second, then nodded once happily. "All right, Mr. Green. So, my apology is accepted then, thank you," Volf said. Vash returned the smile and continued to eat.
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"So, Mr. Va-Green, what do you think of our town so far?" Volf asked. Vash looked at Volf confused. "What did you start to call me?" he asked. Did he start to call him Vash? How could he know? The more Vash spent time with Volf, the more confusing the young man was. "I-uh-Mr. Green, My mind froze for a second as I tried to remember your name. Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night," Volf replied quickly, nervously. Vash said nothing, but gave him a stern look. "Yes? What is it?" Volf asked, innocently. "What did you start to call me?" Vash's voice was dropping into an annoyed tone again. "I swear, I called you Mr. Green, I don't know what you're talking about," Volf began to walk faster. Vash put a hand to Volf's shoulder, causing Volf to jump a good 5 centimetres into the air. Volf turned around quickly to face Vash. "I swear, I won't be angry with you, just tell me, what did you start to call me?" Vash asked, his annoyed voice now calm again. "I.I started to call you, this is ridiculous, Vash, as in the legendary Stampede, Sorry," Volf apologised. Vash moved his hand off Volf's shoulder and stared at him blankly. "How. how could you." Vash started to say. Volf looked at Vash, a look of confusion on his face. "I. I'm sorry, if I have offended you, Mr. Green," Volf said, backing away slightly. "How could you know my name?" Vash whispered to Volf. Volf's eyes widened with not only confusion, but also fear. "You. you mean you're." Volf backed away some more. Vash didn't respond. He just looked at Volf. He could see his fear and confusion. "Why didn't you say so in the first place? I could have kept your secret, I'm good at keeping secrets," Volf's smile came back again as he whispered back. "Come on, Let's go do something," Volf said as he walked away, calmly. Now, it was Vash's turn to be frightened and confused. -Did he know all along? Why didn't he say anything? - Vash thought, following Volf in silence. "Are you going to be alright, Mr. Green?" Volf asked. Then, he leaned near Vash's ear. "I was going to find out sooner or later, you could have told me, Vash, I'm not going to turn you to Knives," Volf whispered into Vash's ear. Vash grew more frightened and more confused than before. -Ok, this is weird, I don't usually talk in my sleep, but what did I do? Did I blurt out EVERYTHING in my dream?!- Vash thought angrily. "Voooolllff. Vooooolllfff," a creaky, shrill old voice called from behind. Vash felt like he was going to shit his pants by the mere sound of the voice, where Volf just turned around happily and waved to old Mrs. Ambers. "Yes, Ma'am? Do you need me?" Volf asked. Vash still was afraid of the old woman, even though she seemed kind. "I need some ingredients for my. soup. I was wondering, young Volf, if I could borrow some?" she asked, as she hobbled herself towards Volf. "Of coarse you may, Mrs. Ambers, You know you can always turn to me for ingredients," Volf replied happily. Volf turned to Vash, who was cowering behind him. "I hope you don't mind me going back to the house and fetching some items for Mrs. Ambers, do you, Mr. Green?" Volf asked as Mrs. Ambers handed him her list of needed items. "No, in fact, can I come?" Vash asked, he wanted to get away from the old woman. Volf smiled and nodded. "Come on, Mrs. Amber's soup awaits!" Volf laughed happily. Vash took the list out of Volf's hand, which, Volf practically handed to him. "Sand worm tongue. batwing. desert nightshade?. AH! Pepper!." Vash seemed to get more and more confused as to how one would acquire such items, let alone FIND such things on Gunsmoke. Volf glanced at Vash for a moment, then turned back forward. "Yes, Mrs. Amber's soup ingredients seem odd, but I'll tell you one thing, Mr. Green, afterwards, the soup is to die for, HAHA!" Volf laughed as he walked. Vash stopped for a second to read the remaining ingredients. - .Thomas eye. dead man's hair. and here's another one that I'm recognise, sand. that shouldn't be hard to find.- Vash thought. He continued walking, still glancing at the list.
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They arrived to the house in a relatively short amount of time. "Ok, Mr. Vash, what's first on the list?" Volf asked, opening the cupboards in the small, kitchen like room. "Huh? Oh! Um. Sand worm tongue," Vash read. Volf looked around in each cupboard until exclaiming a short 'Aha! Here it is!" and pulled down a large, dusty jar filled with long, blue slimy looking pieces of fleshy tongues. Volf handed the jar to Vash, who looked at it with curiosity. "Tell me, Volf, how DOES one get the tongue of a sand worm. I mean, with out having their arm bitten off?" Vash asked as he slightly fumbled with the jar. "Lots and lots of practice Mr. Vash, practice makes perfect," Volf laughed slightly, he seemed to be enjoying searching for the odd items in the large cupboards. "Oh. ok next is. batwing? Wait. what in the-" Vash began, but before he could finish, he was quickly handed another smaller jar filled with small black, wrinkled, membranous wings. "Batwings," Volf said. "Um. ok. now it's Desert Nightshade. where do you find-" Vash was interrupted again by Volf handing him, yet another jar. This jar was brown, opaque and was labeled in spidery like handwriting as 'Desert Nightshade' and small skull and crossbones design on the side. "Desert Nightshade," Volf said quickly. "Um. ah. Pepper." Vash said, relieved once again by the one thing that was slightly normal on the list. Volf looked around in several cupboards. "Hmmm." he said. "Um. where do you manage to get all this stuff, Volf?" Vash asked, now taking the chance to ask his question with out being interrupted by a jar being shoved into his arms. "I look, Mr. Vash. where could the pepper be?" Volf replied, pushing aside several jars to look for the ingredient. "Another question, are you related to a girl named Milly Thomson?" Vash asked, noticing the many times Volf called him 'Mr. Vash' like Milly did. "Hmm? No, that name is new to me? Is she a friend of yours?" Volf asked, finally giving up searching. "Well, I'll have to tell Mrs. Ambers that I'm all out of pepper, what's next on the list, Mr. Vash?" Volf asked, turning back to the encumbered Vash. "OH! You can place those on the table if you need to Mr. Vash," Volf said. Vash, happily, set the many items on the small wooden table. "Next is. Thomas eye," Vash said. One thing confused him. How could one man have so many odd and bizarre things in his cupboard and lack pepper? "Thomas eye, hmm, I'll have to get more, I seem to be running out," Volf said reflectively as he set the tinted blue jar filled with small, black orbs on the table amongst the other ingredients. "Dead man's hair? Hmm, these are strange ingredients for a soup," Vash said, scratching his head. "Right here, yeah, I thought that the first time I helped Mrs. Ambers with her soup, but, believe me, the soup tastes GREAT," Volf said happily, looking content as he thought about the soup. He placed another jar on the table. "Sand, that shouldn't be too hard to find," Vash laughed. Volf smiled at Vash and placed a clear jar filled to the brim with, surprisingly, black sand. "Is that all? I'll help you carry these things back to Mrs. Ambers," Volf said, grabbing at least half of the items on the table, maybe even more, leaving Vash with the Desert Nightshade, sand and Batwing. "What's the soup called, anyway?" Vash asked, still slightly struggling with the three items. "Hmm. I don't remember, Mr. Green," Volf said, switching his name as he opened the door to the town and held it open for Vash, despite the large amount of items in his arms. "Hmm. Maybe I could try it when she's done," Vash smiled and laughed. Volf laughed also. "Maybe, it's really good, you'd like it, Mr. Green," "Please, call me Ben. Volf. it makes me uncomfortable when you call me Mr. Green," Vash said, walking out of the door and Volf closed it. "I'm-" Volf began, until Vash threw him a look.
"I'm sorry," world known apology
Vash found himself once again, in the doughnut shop with the strange Volf. "How was your sleep, you where crying out in your dream," Volf asked, seemingly out of the blue. Vash was a little surprised by the question, but Volf was concerned, so he couldn't blame him for that. "Oh. um. I just had a bad dream, that's all, Nothing big," Vash said, wanting to change the subject. "Well. forgive me for being so insolent in my questioning, but, Who's Rem?" Volf asked, innocently and kind. Vash froze. "Uh. uh." he began. How could he explain Rem? He thought of how to explain the young woman who had taught him so much. Volf blinked and smiled some more. "Never mind, it's probably something you'd rather not speak of. After all, she was apart of your dream, but the good part-" Volf continued to talk, but Vash stopped listening. First off, how could he know that Rem was a woman? Second, how did he know that Rem wasn't apart of his bad dream? Volf was a very confusing person. "Ben. Ben? Ben, what kind of doughnut do you want?" Volf asked, after Vash had zoned out by trying to decipher how he knew that. "Huh? Oh, um. glazed." Vash replied blankly, still thinking. Volf gave Vash a confused look. "Is it the question I asked? Damn, I should have known that you would be uncomfortable if I asked that, Again I-" Volf began, appearing embarrassed through his smile. Vash thought there maybe something mentally, if not physically, wrong with Volf. His skin was too pale for the desert. Compared to the pale skin of the strange young man, Vash looked like a lump of coal. "No! No. it's ok, you where just. curious. it's all right, really," Vash interrupted the obviously upset Volf. Volf's eyes softened and relaxed. "Well. still, it's no excuse for me being so rude, I'm-" Volf began. "JUST. it's OK. alright? You don't need to be sorry. Ok?" Vash said quickly, starting to get annoyed. "Yes, I'm-" "DON'T BE," Vash practically yelled, losing his temper. He placed his forehead into his hand and gave a slight sigh of annoyance. "I'm sorry for upsetting-" Volf began. Vash just pointed an annoyed finger at Volf, no matter what he'd say, Volf would come back with an 'I'm sorry' of sorts. It would probably go on forever. Volf shut up, wanting badly to say he was sorry. Soon, their doughnuts came. Vash ate while Volf just looked at his. Vash gave Volf a confused look. "What's the matter? Is it because you're 'sorry'? Don't be, it's ok, honestly. It's just after the first thousand times you say 'I'm sorry', it gets on peoples nerves," Vash answered his own question and Volf's. Volf thought a second, then nodded once happily. "All right, Mr. Green. So, my apology is accepted then, thank you," Volf said. Vash returned the smile and continued to eat.
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"So, Mr. Va-Green, what do you think of our town so far?" Volf asked. Vash looked at Volf confused. "What did you start to call me?" he asked. Did he start to call him Vash? How could he know? The more Vash spent time with Volf, the more confusing the young man was. "I-uh-Mr. Green, My mind froze for a second as I tried to remember your name. Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night," Volf replied quickly, nervously. Vash said nothing, but gave him a stern look. "Yes? What is it?" Volf asked, innocently. "What did you start to call me?" Vash's voice was dropping into an annoyed tone again. "I swear, I called you Mr. Green, I don't know what you're talking about," Volf began to walk faster. Vash put a hand to Volf's shoulder, causing Volf to jump a good 5 centimetres into the air. Volf turned around quickly to face Vash. "I swear, I won't be angry with you, just tell me, what did you start to call me?" Vash asked, his annoyed voice now calm again. "I.I started to call you, this is ridiculous, Vash, as in the legendary Stampede, Sorry," Volf apologised. Vash moved his hand off Volf's shoulder and stared at him blankly. "How. how could you." Vash started to say. Volf looked at Vash, a look of confusion on his face. "I. I'm sorry, if I have offended you, Mr. Green," Volf said, backing away slightly. "How could you know my name?" Vash whispered to Volf. Volf's eyes widened with not only confusion, but also fear. "You. you mean you're." Volf backed away some more. Vash didn't respond. He just looked at Volf. He could see his fear and confusion. "Why didn't you say so in the first place? I could have kept your secret, I'm good at keeping secrets," Volf's smile came back again as he whispered back. "Come on, Let's go do something," Volf said as he walked away, calmly. Now, it was Vash's turn to be frightened and confused. -Did he know all along? Why didn't he say anything? - Vash thought, following Volf in silence. "Are you going to be alright, Mr. Green?" Volf asked. Then, he leaned near Vash's ear. "I was going to find out sooner or later, you could have told me, Vash, I'm not going to turn you to Knives," Volf whispered into Vash's ear. Vash grew more frightened and more confused than before. -Ok, this is weird, I don't usually talk in my sleep, but what did I do? Did I blurt out EVERYTHING in my dream?!- Vash thought angrily. "Voooolllff. Vooooolllfff," a creaky, shrill old voice called from behind. Vash felt like he was going to shit his pants by the mere sound of the voice, where Volf just turned around happily and waved to old Mrs. Ambers. "Yes, Ma'am? Do you need me?" Volf asked. Vash still was afraid of the old woman, even though she seemed kind. "I need some ingredients for my. soup. I was wondering, young Volf, if I could borrow some?" she asked, as she hobbled herself towards Volf. "Of coarse you may, Mrs. Ambers, You know you can always turn to me for ingredients," Volf replied happily. Volf turned to Vash, who was cowering behind him. "I hope you don't mind me going back to the house and fetching some items for Mrs. Ambers, do you, Mr. Green?" Volf asked as Mrs. Ambers handed him her list of needed items. "No, in fact, can I come?" Vash asked, he wanted to get away from the old woman. Volf smiled and nodded. "Come on, Mrs. Amber's soup awaits!" Volf laughed happily. Vash took the list out of Volf's hand, which, Volf practically handed to him. "Sand worm tongue. batwing. desert nightshade?. AH! Pepper!." Vash seemed to get more and more confused as to how one would acquire such items, let alone FIND such things on Gunsmoke. Volf glanced at Vash for a moment, then turned back forward. "Yes, Mrs. Amber's soup ingredients seem odd, but I'll tell you one thing, Mr. Green, afterwards, the soup is to die for, HAHA!" Volf laughed as he walked. Vash stopped for a second to read the remaining ingredients. - .Thomas eye. dead man's hair. and here's another one that I'm recognise, sand. that shouldn't be hard to find.- Vash thought. He continued walking, still glancing at the list.
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They arrived to the house in a relatively short amount of time. "Ok, Mr. Vash, what's first on the list?" Volf asked, opening the cupboards in the small, kitchen like room. "Huh? Oh! Um. Sand worm tongue," Vash read. Volf looked around in each cupboard until exclaiming a short 'Aha! Here it is!" and pulled down a large, dusty jar filled with long, blue slimy looking pieces of fleshy tongues. Volf handed the jar to Vash, who looked at it with curiosity. "Tell me, Volf, how DOES one get the tongue of a sand worm. I mean, with out having their arm bitten off?" Vash asked as he slightly fumbled with the jar. "Lots and lots of practice Mr. Vash, practice makes perfect," Volf laughed slightly, he seemed to be enjoying searching for the odd items in the large cupboards. "Oh. ok next is. batwing? Wait. what in the-" Vash began, but before he could finish, he was quickly handed another smaller jar filled with small black, wrinkled, membranous wings. "Batwings," Volf said. "Um. ok. now it's Desert Nightshade. where do you find-" Vash was interrupted again by Volf handing him, yet another jar. This jar was brown, opaque and was labeled in spidery like handwriting as 'Desert Nightshade' and small skull and crossbones design on the side. "Desert Nightshade," Volf said quickly. "Um. ah. Pepper." Vash said, relieved once again by the one thing that was slightly normal on the list. Volf looked around in several cupboards. "Hmmm." he said. "Um. where do you manage to get all this stuff, Volf?" Vash asked, now taking the chance to ask his question with out being interrupted by a jar being shoved into his arms. "I look, Mr. Vash. where could the pepper be?" Volf replied, pushing aside several jars to look for the ingredient. "Another question, are you related to a girl named Milly Thomson?" Vash asked, noticing the many times Volf called him 'Mr. Vash' like Milly did. "Hmm? No, that name is new to me? Is she a friend of yours?" Volf asked, finally giving up searching. "Well, I'll have to tell Mrs. Ambers that I'm all out of pepper, what's next on the list, Mr. Vash?" Volf asked, turning back to the encumbered Vash. "OH! You can place those on the table if you need to Mr. Vash," Volf said. Vash, happily, set the many items on the small wooden table. "Next is. Thomas eye," Vash said. One thing confused him. How could one man have so many odd and bizarre things in his cupboard and lack pepper? "Thomas eye, hmm, I'll have to get more, I seem to be running out," Volf said reflectively as he set the tinted blue jar filled with small, black orbs on the table amongst the other ingredients. "Dead man's hair? Hmm, these are strange ingredients for a soup," Vash said, scratching his head. "Right here, yeah, I thought that the first time I helped Mrs. Ambers with her soup, but, believe me, the soup tastes GREAT," Volf said happily, looking content as he thought about the soup. He placed another jar on the table. "Sand, that shouldn't be too hard to find," Vash laughed. Volf smiled at Vash and placed a clear jar filled to the brim with, surprisingly, black sand. "Is that all? I'll help you carry these things back to Mrs. Ambers," Volf said, grabbing at least half of the items on the table, maybe even more, leaving Vash with the Desert Nightshade, sand and Batwing. "What's the soup called, anyway?" Vash asked, still slightly struggling with the three items. "Hmm. I don't remember, Mr. Green," Volf said, switching his name as he opened the door to the town and held it open for Vash, despite the large amount of items in his arms. "Hmm. Maybe I could try it when she's done," Vash smiled and laughed. Volf laughed also. "Maybe, it's really good, you'd like it, Mr. Green," "Please, call me Ben. Volf. it makes me uncomfortable when you call me Mr. Green," Vash said, walking out of the door and Volf closed it. "I'm-" Volf began, until Vash threw him a look.