Ooh, I forgot to mention that I don't own Trigun. It sucks. I also forgot to mention that I have ALL TRIGUN EPISODES IN MY POSSESION AT THIS TIME!!!  PARTY!! 

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The morning came, waking me up with the suns of dawn. I had lay in bed and waited for my drowsiness to pass. While I did, I thought about the memories I retrieved the night before. The man I had remembered made me ask so many questions to myself. Why did he say that he loved me? Was I in love with him? Too many questions filled my mind, so I looked over to the clock next to my bed. It was a little past nine. This would be a great time to leave. I sat up quickly and hopped off the bed.

            From my pile of clothes that was waiting for me, I grabbed a pair of baggy, low-cut jeans and a short black and blue shirt along with everything else I needed. I threw those clothes on the bed and hurried into the shower.

            When I was done, I got dressed, brushed my hair, and folded my remaining clothes and hastily threw them into my bag after making sure that my water was in there. Taking that last look in the mirror by the door, I had to question my actions. Is this what its come to: leaving without saying thank you for everything? There was no other choice right now. I had to continue on my own. If those people who put me out in the desert ever found the two men who helped me, I don't know what they would do. This is for their sake. It has to be done.

I hesitated as I opened the door. Of course, there was no one waiting out there, so I'm not sure why it was so difficult for me to open the door. The fresh morning air was uplifting and the aroma of donuts made me hungrier than before. Sure the hotel door led to a staircase outside that was coincidentally in front of a bakery, but to get there, I had to pass by the room that Vash and Wolfwood were in. (A.N-nothing kinky or anything…heh, ^_^) As quietly as I could, I pretty much tiptoed to make sure that the heels of my shoes didn't make their usual clicking noise. When I passed the room, things were just smooth sailing from there. I had to fight an urge to skip around, but that soon passed when I got to the staircase. When I was descending, I hopped up onto the rail and slid down until I reached the bottom. My hands slipped from the rail so I couldn't stop myself and soon ended up on the ground again. At least it got me closer to the bakery.

            After I stood up and dusted my self off, I headed across the street. No sooner had I done that when a truck came speeding like a maniac in my direction. It nearly ran me over as it passed so I yelled out a few curses at it. The driver obviously heard me because he suddenly went into reverse and tried to run me over again. This time I had to jump out of the way just to dodge it. The truck stopped and several men jumped out with guns blasting everywhere. One of them had come over to me and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me to the truck. That man had then let me go but only to hold a gun to me as another one was tying my hands behind my back. The man who was holding the gun to my head, bent down and opened my messenger bag and examined the contents.

            "Going somewhere?" he asked, forcefully closing the bag and giving out a few shots into the sky, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is no need to worry. This is just a regular bank heist. If anyone moves, they will be dead before you say 'help'."

            "'Bank heist'?" I whispered to myself. That phrase instantly brang back a distant memory. I had unexpectedly remembered what I was before I ended up in the desert. I was a bounty hunter, but why did the phrase 'bank heist' ring a bell? Before I could go off in my mental interrogation, I was brought back abruptly to reality.

            "Hey you!" one of the guys said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he was yelling at a man who was walking my way with a huge cross hung over his shoulder.

            "Oh no," I said aloud, "It's Wolfwood. He is so going to kill me for leaving without saying anything." After I said that, the man who was holding me captive hit me across the face with his gun, causing me to fall over to the side.

            The priest was ignoring everyone's shouts and threats and continued to towards me. That was until a different taller bandit went to him. He stopped directly in front of the priest and shot at his feet, narrowly missing flesh. The man then pointed the gun to the priest's head. I cried out and tried to get up and run to him, but somebody held me down. All I could do was be a helpless onlooker to someone who was about to probably get his head blown off. I tightly shut my eyes, unable to watch, before I heard the gunshot. I opened my eyes, screaming the priest's name, thinking that he was dead, but he wasn't. The threatening man was on the ground, unconscious. Wolfwood quickly glanced over to me and winked before I saw what that cross of his was made of. He undid a little clasp at the handle and the cloth that originally covered the cross unveiled several guns from the handles. My hunch on that man was right. He wasn't like any other priest.

            I looked up to the roof of the hotel where I saw Vash with his gun, covering the priest from anyone who tried to kill him. By the time I noticed Vash, he had already shot the man who was holding the gun to my head and another one by the truck. Wolfwood pulled out a pair of guns from the sides of his huge cross and shot off several more men. When everyone was supposedly shot, the priest put the guns back and headed towards me to untie my hands. Before he reached me, another shot rang out. I thought it had hit the priest, but it only left a long scratch on the left side of his face. Someone had shot from the inside of the truck. The gunman opened the door, hopped off and took off a well-covering hat to reveal more than I thought. The gunman was just a teenager.

            He threw the hat aside as he walked in my direction. Wolfwood reached for a gun, but the teen had quickly grabbed me and held his gun to my side. The boy was using me as a shield! I had gotten so upset at just the idea that I turned around and instinctively pulled out a folded fan from around my ankle. The boy laughed at me for my action, but he still kept the gun to me. Even Wolfwood and Vash were surprised at was I was doing. To them; I was committing suicide, but to me; I was saving myself without even knowing it.

            My fan unfolded to reveal a picturesque scene from Home. Little did anyone else know that it had hidden blades at the ends. I swiped my fan at the boy several times. A few seconds later, the front half of his gun and shirt fell to the ground. From where I was standing, I could hear the surprised reactions of everyone. The boy stared at me with complete fear in his eyes before he ran off as I lifted my fan once again.

            "Man," I yelled out, "it sure is hot out here!" I fanned myself with my weapon while everyone else practically toppled over. Vash climbed down from the roof of the hotel and stood next to Wolfwood who was still in slight shock. I walked over to the two and gave an innocent smile. They just continued to stare, "It's not polite to stare. Now what say the three of us go and get breakfast, hmm?" 

            "Okay." Said Vash in a very small voice. I turned to the priest, hoping he would join us for food, but he only read my expression.

            "Sorry," Wolfwood said, "there's a few things I need to take care of. Maybe I'll try and catch up to you both later. Until then, have fun!" With that being said, he took his cross with him and left me and Vash by ourselves. By that time, most everyone had scattered and the sheriff had just arrived to check out the damage. I then grinned at Vash.

            "So," I said, "where are we going?"   

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Done for now, but I feel like I'm floating around everywhere. Oh well, back to the world according to Finland. BYEEEZ!