And UH! Double up UH! UH!
Woa, that was weird.
I don't own Trigun. Damn. I do own Jak though.
On with the ness.
Chapter 7******* Standing time.********
It had been nearly a week. No one had went after him. But everyone was thinking of him.
Jak had confined herself to his old room. After the bullet was extracted from her shoulder, she had sat.
Vash had done an amazing healing job and was up on his feet in a matter of days, but he wasn't as good as new, still limping around, couldn't go very far.
He was extremely worried about Jak. She had barricaded the door, only coming out to eat occasionally and use the bathroom. He had been in and out a few times, but she didn't talk to him. She shut him out completely. She had shut everyone out, she wouldn't even let Meryl or Milly into the room.
She had sat up in pain this morning. Groping at her bandaged shoulder, she hobbled out of Knives' old bed. Vash sensed she was up and moving, and came up the stairs as fast as his injured knee would let him.
Opening the door slowly, he saw a half naked Jak pulling a white tank over her body.
"Hullo." he said meekly. He was afraid she would shoot him or something.
She just gave him a death glare before pulling her green jumpsuit over her legs. Zipping up the front, she bent over and laced up her knee high black boots.
Vash just stood at the door looking at her. Trying to figure out if she was leaving, or just getting dressed for the day.
"What do you want?" came her voice sharply through the still air.
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked with caution.
"Maybe," she said as she strapped her empty holster around her waist.
"Where are you going?" he tried again.
She pulled her coat off the bed. "Im not to sure, just away from here," she said as she threw it around her shoulders and pulled her gloves on.
"Oh." was all he said.
"Now, if you will excuse me," she started. Picking her gun up off of the bed, she clicked it open and stuck some ammunition in the revolver. Clicking it shut, she pushed it under her coat and into the holster.
She gave Vash a slight shove as she walked from the room.
"Are you looking for him?" he asked.
"No. Im not, now stop asking so many damn questions." she said as she walked down the stairs.
Meryl saw her as she walked out the door and cursed under her breath. "Milly, we have to follow her!" she told her brunette friend.
Jak poked her head back through the door. "If I find either of you humans following me, and I will kill you."
And with that, she was gone.
"We have to follow her anyways." Meryl said in a whisper.
*******
He was thirsty, hungry, tired, and hot. More or less, screwed.
He had been walking around through the desert planet for over a week, and hadn't seen a single town. He was overly pissed.
Pissed didn't begin to describe it.
Sitting down and putting his back to a rock, he put his hands on the ground to see if he could find the nearest plant. Feeling the warmth spread through his body, he smiled a rare smile. He could feel the power surging through his exusted limbs and feeding his very soul.
There he sat, for over an hour, in a deep erotica of happiness.
Suddenly, he stood up, and began walking. 'Only 5 iles to the next town.' he thought.
He just wandered for what seemed like eternity, thinking about the past week. Had he done the right thing? It was her fault she never told him about her and Vash, but he felt bad about it. He had acted through extreme rage, but there was something in the back of his mind saying, you did what was right. It was only lust, nothing more.
He told himself that over and over.
But there was something, the way she had looked at him before he left.
It was lust, nothing more.
He was soon beating himself up, was it just lust, yes, no, yes, no...
"AHHH!" He yelled out as he grabbed his head. "IT WAS! Thats all it is! Whew, ok, breathe."
Gathering his sanity, he continued walking, and was thrilled to see the town looming in the distance.
He picked up his pace, and was there in half the time. But he forgot one little detail.
Humans. What was he going to do about them?
'Oh well, kill them all!' he thought. Reaching out, he thrust his thoughts and commands into their heads. They came walking out of their houses, their shops, their lives. They walked like zombies, out into the desert. They passed him, out into the heated afternoon walking to their fates. Knives told them to stop, and they obeyed, like mindless puppets.
Knives smiled as he thought, 'NOW!'
He heard gun shots and screams behind him. Turning, he saw the bloody mess. Only three humans were left alive. 'Bury them, make sure it looks exactly as it did. Then kill yourself' he instructed them. The three men began digging holes, scooping up the dead, and pushing the sand over their carcasses.
Knives watched as they carried on their task silently. The biggest man bent over and picked up the tiniest of bodies. Only three years old, the human boy had a shot pierced through his head.
Knives smiled in triumph. Who said he wasn't the same old murdering plant. He thought he had done that cleaner than Legato ever would have, he had just left a huge mess where ever he went.
He ambled into town as his stomach gave a really loud growl. He was hungry. So, he walked down to a restaurant and saw untouched food sitting around on the empty tables.
"Mmm," he sighed as he consumed some of the precious food. Getting his fill, he walked around. Stopping into some stores, getting some more ammunition for his gun, and found a nice hotel room to spend the night.
Putting his pack down on the chair, he heard three shots ring out. 'Must be done burring them, that was fast,' he thought as he let out a laugh. He would spend the night here, no one to bother him this far out.
************
Vash clutched his head in pain and fell to the ground in the living room, tears streaking down his tanned cheeks.
Meryl ran out of the kitchen and sat next to him.
"He did it again. Only a few weeks after we went at it, and he's already back to his old self." he moaned.
"Its ok," she said as she brought his tear stained face into her chest. Stroking his hair, she felt his hot tears soaking through her shirt. Wincing at the painful cry of his sobs, she lifted his head.
"Was there any hope for him to begin with?" she asked him.
"I really thought so, I truly did." he replied, trying to break through the tears that still fell freely.
"Its ok, it really is," She said as she brought him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around her and began muttering something, she couldn't quite make it out.
"If only I never found Jak."
"What was that sweetie?"
"Nothing." he replied. "I have to go after him," he said, looking at Meryl.
"So, you're going to leave me again." she said smartly.
"Yea, only for a little while though." he told her.
"Leave tomorrow?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.
He gave a small laugh, "Yea, leave tomorrow." he brought her into a tight hug, ending in a close kiss.
******
Jak was back to being her old self. Back before she met Vash self.
Sitting at the bar in a town called Paneera, she shot down another glass of vodka.
"You should prolly stop lady, you're gonna die!" the bartender said, looking at the nearly 15 empty glasses sitting upside down in front of her.
"Yea, yer prolly right," she said as she stumbled up out of the bar stool, nearly tripping over her coat.
"Hey pretty lady," said a tall man with black hair.
"Don't even think it, I may be trashed, but I will kill you." she said as she pushed past him. She didn't have anywhere to stay, and was broke. 'No bed tonight.' she thought as she looked up at the flickering hotel sign.
Walking out side of the towns city limits, she found a nice rock to sleep under. Throwing out a blanket, she started a small fire to keep the cold wind off her back. Huddling under the blanket, she kept thinking, 'Jesus. I should have told him bout' me and Vash. But that was over forty years ago, why the hell does it matter?'
Her thoughts were interrupted with a click that came to the back of her head. "Stand up, nice and slow sweet heart." came the deep voice of a man.
"Oh, lord, what now?" she turned and saw the face of the man she blew off earlier. "I told you no buddy." she said as she reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled the gun from his grasp.
"What are you going to do now? Huh?" she mocked.
"Shoot you," he laughed as he used hand, pulled an identicle gun from his waist. Putting it to her head, he laughed, "I know who you are, Jakar Malanox. Wanted for Fifty Billion. Now, Im not gonna let a little bounty like that get away." he said.
Jak yawned. "Blah blah blah, anything else? Or can I pummel you now?" she asked with a slight slur.
"What?" he asked.
"Wrong answer!" she told him, grabbing his gun, she ripped it from his hand and threw it to the ground. "Oops," she mumbled as she kicked him in the groin and elbowed him in the back of the neck, laying him out cold. "Double oops. Now, lets see, money? WOOZAS! Money!" She exclaimed as she pulled over five hundred double dollars from his pocket.
"Wee! Hotel room!" she cried as she threw everything into her bag and bumbled down the dark streets.
She payed the lady at the desk at wandered to room 43. Clicking the door open and flipping on the lights, she gave a drunk yell of hooray and ran to the bathroom. Taking a cold shower, she brushed her teeth and meandered into bed.
She lust laid there in bed, wide awake into the small hours of the morning. She missed him. She had only been around him for a few weeks, but he was so much like her it was scary.
But she was convincing herself it was lust, only lust.
Little did she know, he was laying in another hotel bed, thinking the same thing, at the same time. And that her buddy Vash was on his way to her exact location unknowingly.
***************
Ok, that was ok I guess. Sorry it shorter. I know, I know... Just a word to the wise, 50 degree water is cold. Really cold. I had to stand in it yesterday. Coach says it builds character and tolerance to pain. After 10 seconds, you don't feel pain, you don't feel anything. And you can't breathe. It sucks.
Enough of my babbling, this was kinda a filler chapter. Day after stuff, only its week after stuff. Whatever. Thanks to Nova, cheesy-jester, and Chu Chu13 for reviewing... And ChuChu, I think it was a sad chapter to, usually I am not into that sad stuff, but it fit.
And to answer all of you guys' nagging question, yea, Knives saw Vash and Jak doing it.
Poor guy.
Ok. REVIEW! Dammit.
Save a horse. Ride a boy.
Nuclear.
Woa, that was weird.
I don't own Trigun. Damn. I do own Jak though.
On with the ness.
Chapter 7******* Standing time.********
It had been nearly a week. No one had went after him. But everyone was thinking of him.
Jak had confined herself to his old room. After the bullet was extracted from her shoulder, she had sat.
Vash had done an amazing healing job and was up on his feet in a matter of days, but he wasn't as good as new, still limping around, couldn't go very far.
He was extremely worried about Jak. She had barricaded the door, only coming out to eat occasionally and use the bathroom. He had been in and out a few times, but she didn't talk to him. She shut him out completely. She had shut everyone out, she wouldn't even let Meryl or Milly into the room.
She had sat up in pain this morning. Groping at her bandaged shoulder, she hobbled out of Knives' old bed. Vash sensed she was up and moving, and came up the stairs as fast as his injured knee would let him.
Opening the door slowly, he saw a half naked Jak pulling a white tank over her body.
"Hullo." he said meekly. He was afraid she would shoot him or something.
She just gave him a death glare before pulling her green jumpsuit over her legs. Zipping up the front, she bent over and laced up her knee high black boots.
Vash just stood at the door looking at her. Trying to figure out if she was leaving, or just getting dressed for the day.
"What do you want?" came her voice sharply through the still air.
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked with caution.
"Maybe," she said as she strapped her empty holster around her waist.
"Where are you going?" he tried again.
She pulled her coat off the bed. "Im not to sure, just away from here," she said as she threw it around her shoulders and pulled her gloves on.
"Oh." was all he said.
"Now, if you will excuse me," she started. Picking her gun up off of the bed, she clicked it open and stuck some ammunition in the revolver. Clicking it shut, she pushed it under her coat and into the holster.
She gave Vash a slight shove as she walked from the room.
"Are you looking for him?" he asked.
"No. Im not, now stop asking so many damn questions." she said as she walked down the stairs.
Meryl saw her as she walked out the door and cursed under her breath. "Milly, we have to follow her!" she told her brunette friend.
Jak poked her head back through the door. "If I find either of you humans following me, and I will kill you."
And with that, she was gone.
"We have to follow her anyways." Meryl said in a whisper.
*******
He was thirsty, hungry, tired, and hot. More or less, screwed.
He had been walking around through the desert planet for over a week, and hadn't seen a single town. He was overly pissed.
Pissed didn't begin to describe it.
Sitting down and putting his back to a rock, he put his hands on the ground to see if he could find the nearest plant. Feeling the warmth spread through his body, he smiled a rare smile. He could feel the power surging through his exusted limbs and feeding his very soul.
There he sat, for over an hour, in a deep erotica of happiness.
Suddenly, he stood up, and began walking. 'Only 5 iles to the next town.' he thought.
He just wandered for what seemed like eternity, thinking about the past week. Had he done the right thing? It was her fault she never told him about her and Vash, but he felt bad about it. He had acted through extreme rage, but there was something in the back of his mind saying, you did what was right. It was only lust, nothing more.
He told himself that over and over.
But there was something, the way she had looked at him before he left.
It was lust, nothing more.
He was soon beating himself up, was it just lust, yes, no, yes, no...
"AHHH!" He yelled out as he grabbed his head. "IT WAS! Thats all it is! Whew, ok, breathe."
Gathering his sanity, he continued walking, and was thrilled to see the town looming in the distance.
He picked up his pace, and was there in half the time. But he forgot one little detail.
Humans. What was he going to do about them?
'Oh well, kill them all!' he thought. Reaching out, he thrust his thoughts and commands into their heads. They came walking out of their houses, their shops, their lives. They walked like zombies, out into the desert. They passed him, out into the heated afternoon walking to their fates. Knives told them to stop, and they obeyed, like mindless puppets.
Knives smiled as he thought, 'NOW!'
He heard gun shots and screams behind him. Turning, he saw the bloody mess. Only three humans were left alive. 'Bury them, make sure it looks exactly as it did. Then kill yourself' he instructed them. The three men began digging holes, scooping up the dead, and pushing the sand over their carcasses.
Knives watched as they carried on their task silently. The biggest man bent over and picked up the tiniest of bodies. Only three years old, the human boy had a shot pierced through his head.
Knives smiled in triumph. Who said he wasn't the same old murdering plant. He thought he had done that cleaner than Legato ever would have, he had just left a huge mess where ever he went.
He ambled into town as his stomach gave a really loud growl. He was hungry. So, he walked down to a restaurant and saw untouched food sitting around on the empty tables.
"Mmm," he sighed as he consumed some of the precious food. Getting his fill, he walked around. Stopping into some stores, getting some more ammunition for his gun, and found a nice hotel room to spend the night.
Putting his pack down on the chair, he heard three shots ring out. 'Must be done burring them, that was fast,' he thought as he let out a laugh. He would spend the night here, no one to bother him this far out.
************
Vash clutched his head in pain and fell to the ground in the living room, tears streaking down his tanned cheeks.
Meryl ran out of the kitchen and sat next to him.
"He did it again. Only a few weeks after we went at it, and he's already back to his old self." he moaned.
"Its ok," she said as she brought his tear stained face into her chest. Stroking his hair, she felt his hot tears soaking through her shirt. Wincing at the painful cry of his sobs, she lifted his head.
"Was there any hope for him to begin with?" she asked him.
"I really thought so, I truly did." he replied, trying to break through the tears that still fell freely.
"Its ok, it really is," She said as she brought him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around her and began muttering something, she couldn't quite make it out.
"If only I never found Jak."
"What was that sweetie?"
"Nothing." he replied. "I have to go after him," he said, looking at Meryl.
"So, you're going to leave me again." she said smartly.
"Yea, only for a little while though." he told her.
"Leave tomorrow?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.
He gave a small laugh, "Yea, leave tomorrow." he brought her into a tight hug, ending in a close kiss.
******
Jak was back to being her old self. Back before she met Vash self.
Sitting at the bar in a town called Paneera, she shot down another glass of vodka.
"You should prolly stop lady, you're gonna die!" the bartender said, looking at the nearly 15 empty glasses sitting upside down in front of her.
"Yea, yer prolly right," she said as she stumbled up out of the bar stool, nearly tripping over her coat.
"Hey pretty lady," said a tall man with black hair.
"Don't even think it, I may be trashed, but I will kill you." she said as she pushed past him. She didn't have anywhere to stay, and was broke. 'No bed tonight.' she thought as she looked up at the flickering hotel sign.
Walking out side of the towns city limits, she found a nice rock to sleep under. Throwing out a blanket, she started a small fire to keep the cold wind off her back. Huddling under the blanket, she kept thinking, 'Jesus. I should have told him bout' me and Vash. But that was over forty years ago, why the hell does it matter?'
Her thoughts were interrupted with a click that came to the back of her head. "Stand up, nice and slow sweet heart." came the deep voice of a man.
"Oh, lord, what now?" she turned and saw the face of the man she blew off earlier. "I told you no buddy." she said as she reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled the gun from his grasp.
"What are you going to do now? Huh?" she mocked.
"Shoot you," he laughed as he used hand, pulled an identicle gun from his waist. Putting it to her head, he laughed, "I know who you are, Jakar Malanox. Wanted for Fifty Billion. Now, Im not gonna let a little bounty like that get away." he said.
Jak yawned. "Blah blah blah, anything else? Or can I pummel you now?" she asked with a slight slur.
"What?" he asked.
"Wrong answer!" she told him, grabbing his gun, she ripped it from his hand and threw it to the ground. "Oops," she mumbled as she kicked him in the groin and elbowed him in the back of the neck, laying him out cold. "Double oops. Now, lets see, money? WOOZAS! Money!" She exclaimed as she pulled over five hundred double dollars from his pocket.
"Wee! Hotel room!" she cried as she threw everything into her bag and bumbled down the dark streets.
She payed the lady at the desk at wandered to room 43. Clicking the door open and flipping on the lights, she gave a drunk yell of hooray and ran to the bathroom. Taking a cold shower, she brushed her teeth and meandered into bed.
She lust laid there in bed, wide awake into the small hours of the morning. She missed him. She had only been around him for a few weeks, but he was so much like her it was scary.
But she was convincing herself it was lust, only lust.
Little did she know, he was laying in another hotel bed, thinking the same thing, at the same time. And that her buddy Vash was on his way to her exact location unknowingly.
***************
Ok, that was ok I guess. Sorry it shorter. I know, I know... Just a word to the wise, 50 degree water is cold. Really cold. I had to stand in it yesterday. Coach says it builds character and tolerance to pain. After 10 seconds, you don't feel pain, you don't feel anything. And you can't breathe. It sucks.
Enough of my babbling, this was kinda a filler chapter. Day after stuff, only its week after stuff. Whatever. Thanks to Nova, cheesy-jester, and Chu Chu13 for reviewing... And ChuChu, I think it was a sad chapter to, usually I am not into that sad stuff, but it fit.
And to answer all of you guys' nagging question, yea, Knives saw Vash and Jak doing it.
Poor guy.
Ok. REVIEW! Dammit.
Save a horse. Ride a boy.
Nuclear.
