Her favorite color is chrome...
Woa, that was weird... (If you haven't noticed yet, all these weird lines are from songs. Just checking that you knew that, but of course you did, you are really smart. I am not.)
Ok, I don't own Trigun. Damn. Do own Jak though.
On with the ness.
Chapter 8**********
Jak yawned and stretched as she clambered out of bed the next morning feeling rather good, despite drinking all that she did the previous night. The bed that the strange man had so greatfully payed for was very comfortable.
Getting out of bed and brushing her teeth, she was going through what she wanted to get done that day, plus, now she had money. Almost 425 still left. She wanted to eat a nice breakfast, then get a new outfit, she was sick of the green and white with her black boots and black hair. She also wanted to get a tattoo.
She figured, 'the more different I make myself, the longer I can elude the authorities'.
Hopping into her typical attire for the day, she packed up what few items she had and bounded out the door. Waving to the lady at the desk, she walked out the front doors and stood on the front porch. Taking in a deep breath of air, she felt happy, and carefree. Something she hadn't felt in quite some time.
Then her tummy grumbled. 'Wowzas, I am hungry!' she thought as she spotted a doughnut store down the way.
'Mmm, doughnuts!' she thought as she pulled out some money and did a hop- skip to the bakery.
"Can I have some doughnuts?" Jak asked cheerfully.
"How many you want," the lady said.
"Oh, I don't care, some!" Jak responded.
"Ooookayyyy, what kind?"
"I don't care! Doughnuts are doughnuts!"
"Alright lady, whatever." the lady said annoyed as she stuffed half a dozen doughnuts into a bag.
"Here you go, five bucks," the cashier said as she pushed the doughnuts into Jak's hands.
Jak payed and began to wander off. Just as she turned her back, a familiar face came and ordered some doughnuts.
"I'll have some doughnuts,"
"What kind?"
"I don't care, doughnuts are doughnuts!"
"That's it, I QUIT!"
"What? Was it something I said?"
Jak didn't hear any of the conversation, she was to busy infatuating herself in the yummy goodness, that and looking for a good tailor to get some new clothes.
Finding one by the name of Cleema's she wandered inside to see a blonde lady sitting at the desk. She immedietly jumped up, "May I help you?"
"Nah, just looking for now, maybe in a minute!" Jak responded with a cheery voice.
Gazing through the vast amounts of clothes, she found a form-fitting blood red suit and a black trench coat, styled much like the one she had on at the moment. Putting them over her arm, she continued to gaze a round. Seeing all the beautiful dresses that hung on he racks, she wished to herself that she was a normal woman for a day.
"Can I try these on?" she asked the blonde.
"Yea, let me get the door." the blonde said as she jumped up to unlock the door. As soon as Jak went into the dressing room, a familiar broom head came bumbling through the door and immediately swooped down on the blonde at the front desk.
"Hey lo pretty lady."
"Um, hi."
"How about me and you, go somewhere tonight,"
"Um, sorry, not interested,"
"Aww, nuts," he bumbled around the store grumbling about needing a belt since Meryl broke his chasing him around the house. Seeing none, he left, right as Jak came out of the dressing room in her new outfit.
"You mind if I just wear it out of here?" she asked the blonde.
"Be my guest, let me ring that up for you," she said sweetly.
Jak reached down and laced her boots up and pulled her holster around her waist. Looking in the mirror for one last shot, she told herself she looked like a completely new person. The black trench coat blended easily with the blood red under it, the boots with the silver clasps up and down them set the tone.
She looked like she had just came out of a massacre and never changed her assassins wear.
"That's 254 dollars and 89 cents." came the voice of the sweet blonde lady. Dishing out the cash, she wandered from the store.
"Change!" the blonde said before she left.
"Naw, you were such a big help, keep it!" The blonde didn't know if she was being sarcastic or not.
Jak wandered around looking for nothing in particular. Drifted into a few bars where she got her first taste of her new wardrobe. Most of the men just whistled and hollered, but the women turned their noses up, thinking she was unlady like and crude.
Jak didn't care. That was her style. She had been fine with it for 115 years now.
'Oh, yea, tattoo!' she though as she walked past a parlor. Glancing inside, she saw a man getting a large, something put on his arm as he winced in pain.
She gazed at the endless designs plastered onto the walls. Every corner of the small shop was wallpapered in pictures. Books lay open on the tables, filled to the brim.
She spotted one in particular rather quickly, a symbol for something she couldn't understand.
"Hey, what does this mean?" she asked the man working on the guys arm. Stopping what he was doing, he got up and looked at it.
"That one was done a few years ago, back on planet where humanity originated, Earth I think it was called, there was a culture called the Japanese. Some guy came in and said that particular one meant either 'Mystery' or 'intrigue' then he went on about some different dialects or something? I got bored and didn't pay attention." he said with a laugh.
Jak just looked at it. It was a curious shape, and she didn't care what it meant, she wanted to get it, but since it meant what it did, it just added to to the coolness of to the to the shape.
"I want that one then." she said as she still gazed at it.
"CHARLIE! GET IN HERE!" to the to the man hollered as he went back to the to the work on to the to the man getting to the to the strange design on his arm.
A man with long black hair walked in drying his hands. "That one huh, where ya want it?"
"Between my shoulder blades." she said securely.
"Ya know something, don't get to the many women in here, course, ain't to the many women who dare to the dress like ya, follow me," he added as he tore to the design off to the wall.
She walked into to the room he had came out of minutes before to the see a large bench in to the center of to the room. On to the table beside it was a row of needles and dyes.
She took off her coat and threw it on a chair with her bag. Removing her gun from around her waist, she added it to the to the pial.
"Packin some serious heat missy, that's a nice gun ya got there," he said, "Take off ya shirt, we'll get this over with."
She really didn't feel uncomfortable stripping in front of him, but if he got fresh with her, he had another thing commin. Unzipping her suit, she pealed it away from her shoulders and removed her undershirt. Laying down on her stomach on to the table, she felt a cold breeze whip through to the room.
"Ok, this Is gonna be cold," he informed her as he pushed down on her skin with a marker. She sat for what seemed like eternity, nearly falling asleep, before he told her again, "Now, this is gonna hurt."
She felt a sharp twing in to the middle of her back. She wasn't really expecting it, but it didn't hurt. She just sat there. Didn't make a peep for over two hours.
He poked her one last time and whipped to the needle off, "Went well, didn't draw any blood, so you won't need to the come back in for a re- coloring." he said with a smile.
She stood up and glanced in to the mirror. Right between her shoulder blades was to the night black symbol for mystery. She loved it.
Throwing her tank back on, to the man gaped at her. "How can you take all that pain? Most men can't even do it!"
She pulled her suit up over her shoulders, ignoring to the dull ache that now invaded her shoulders.
"I got shot in to the shoulder last week by a .45 magnum, you think I can't take a few needles?" she asked sarcastically.
"Well, what I meant was," he started.
"How much do I owe you?" she interrupted.
"Oh, I would have to the say, hundred bucks?" he said looking down at to the floor.
"Here, keep to the change," she said as she stuffed a wad of cash into his hands. "And thanks for to the tattoo!" she yelled over her shoulder as she left to the building.
"That's one tough bitch," to the man said.
"Yea, seems to the be. A really lucky guy would be to the only one to the get her." his friend said.
"Yea," he agreed.
*************
Jak had had enough of this town, she wanted to the leave. She got a bite to the eat and walked down a cold alley. Seeing a vehicle at to the end of to the way, she formed a plan. There wasn't a car of Gunsmoke she couldn't jumpstart, and hoping it had gas, this would be her get away vehicle, so you could say.
Pulling open to the door and throwing her stuff behind her, she reached under to the dashboard and pulled to the wires out.
"And touch these two," To the car jerked to the life, "And bam, look at that, fools left to the tank nearly full to the. Oh well!"
She sped off down to the alley, leaning back into to the seat, she winced, suddenly remembering to the tattoo. Sitting forward so quickly, she hit to the accelerator, and careened out into to the sunlight.
"SHIT!" she yelled as she pulled to the wheel to the to the left just in time to the miss to the saloon's porch. Never looking back, she hit to the gas again and flew through town, hair flying out behind her.
She buzzed past to the ice-cream parlor, where a blonde, a raven, and a brunette all gasped.
"She was in a hurry," he said.
"Yea, and so are we, gotta find our assignment!"
"Back to the work!"
Jak was feeling free again. Out in to the open wind, no one to the chase her, no one to the critize her, but no one to the care for her. Once again, Knives invaded her mind. 'Just lust, just lust," she told herself over and over.
Then it hit her. 'Where am I going? Its almost as if I am looking for him, hopping from city to the city like this.' She gave herself a huge mental slap. 'ITS ONLY LUST!' she screamed at herself.
She looked out to the windshield and saw a small town up ahead.
"Wow, how long have I been driving?" she said as she pulled a watch out of her bag, "SIX HOURS! HOLY SHIT!"
(AN: I didn't think you wanted to the hear all to the blah blah blah about her driving, that's boring, 'and next, she turned to the wheels a little to the to the left, and sang along to the to the music....' told you it was boring...)
Right on to the outskirts, she noticed 3 figures out in to the sand. Jumping out to the inspect, she realized they were three men, all with bullet holes through their heads. They were laying on what seemed to the be freshly dug sand, and a few shovels were propped up against a nearby rock.
"That's weird." she said as she got back into to the car and drove closer to the to the city. To the first thing she noticed was it was completely empty. Everything looked normal, only there was no people. It had seemed they just got up from whatever they were doing and left.
Pulling her car in front of a saloon, she grabbed her bag and jumped out. Throwing her sack across her back, she shoved to the saloon doors open.
Empty, it was all empty. Half drank beers and shots lay around on to the tables. Half smoked cigars lay in to the ash trays. She saw to the opportunity to the re-stock on some beverages and walked behind to the counter.
'This is weird, why did they up and leave like that. No struggle, nothing, just, gone,' she thought as she shoved some bottles into her sack. Grabbing a few bottles, she made herself a drink, mixing and stirring. Finally satisfied on to the taste, she chugged it down.
"GAH! Woo, that was strong, at least I don't have to the pay for it!" she said aloud as she slammed to the glass down and went to the make another one.
"Do you remember what happened to the last time you drank to much?" came an eerie voice to the her ears.
She was like a bullet, spinning around, she brought her gun out of her holster and close to the her face. She glanced around nervously, not being able to the pin-point to the exact location of to the speaker.
'So to the town isn't empty,' she thought as she put a smirk on her face.
"No, it isn't," to the cold voice said again. "But I shall be to the sole inhabitant of to the town again," it said.
Jak felt a cold steel object press against to the back of her head. Hearing to the hammer cock, she spun around and knocked to the gun away. At to the same time, she put her gun to the her assailants forehead.
She gasped.
"You couldn't do it. You wouldn't be able to the pull to the trigger." he said.
"Who says? I have had a little to the drink, I am capable of anything," she remarked, staring into his eyes made of ice.
"Yes, we found that out to the other day. Now, didn't I saw I never wanted to the see you again?" he asked.
Jak said nothing for awhile, she just thought. Eyes darting around to the room, like she was looking for something.
"Yea, so," she finally said.
"I meant it," he said, "At the time."
Her face dropped, she felt relieved. She brought to the gun down from his head slowly, but never put it away. He bent over and scooped his off to the floor.
Then she started asking questions. "Did you do this? There is no one here. They are all gone!"
"Yes, they are all outside of town." he said with a smirk.
(AN: Ok, for my stupid readers, 'he' is Knives. Duh.)
"So that's what to the grave yard was for." she smiled.
"And you aren't mad at me?" he asked with upturned eyes.
"No, I won't kill needlessly like you will, but mass carnage doesn't faze me." she smiled.
"Now its my turn to the ask a question." She gave him a worried look. She knew what was coming. "Why didn't you tell me about you and my brother."
She gave a loud sigh. Yep, exactly what she thought. 'Ok, how to the explain this,' she thought.
"Umm, that was forty years ago, I really didn't think it mattered."
"But, it does, that's my brother."
"If it makes you feel any better, he was taking advantage of me, I was drunk."
"So, you were when we were together."
"So you admit to the taking advantage of me."
"To the first couple times, but to the last time you were sober."
"Dammit, forgot about that one..."she said as her thoughts trailed off to the subject at hand.
They just sat there, lost in each others thoughts. Knives wanted some answers, that all he wanted at that exact moment.
"Did you love him?" he asked out of no where.
She stirred out of her trance. She had never thought about that.
"No. But he loved me. It wasn't meant to the be, after he saw me kill this guy, I couldn't stand to the look in his eyes, and I left." she said sadly.
"So it was lust." he said, almost sounding relieved.
"It was only lust." She had told herself that over and over in to the past few days, but not over to the man she met over forty years ago, over to the man she met only months before. 'Only lust,' she thought as she looked out to the window.
"So," he said loudly as he changed to the subject, "Whats with to the new get-up?"
"You like it?" she asked.
"Yes, those colors suit you much better than green and white." he said as he slipped a hand under her coat near her shoulder, as if he was feeling to the material. She gave a slight shiver at the feeling of his smooth hands. Averting her thoughts suddenly, she began babbling.
"Yea, got them in town early this morning!" she told him excitedly.
"Is my brother following me?" he asked suddenly, out of to the blue.
She gave a huge sign and sat down in a nearby chair. "I don't know, what is it with you and these damn questions, they get annoying!"
"Sorry," he muttered. They sat their for awhile, saying nothing, lost in thought, only neither was spying on to the other, they kept to the themselves.
Finally, Jak got sick of to the ab-normally huge awkward silence. She stood up out of to the chair and made her way over to the where Knives was sitting. He had his head tipped down in deep thought. He always had his head hung when he thought, he believed that way, no one was paying attention to the him. Jak put a finger under his chin and got in his face. Ice cold eyes met green as they just gazed at one another.
"I missed you so much," he said without much warning. She just smiled and captured his lips, his heart, his soul. He tried to the stand up, but she pushed him back down into to the chair and sat on his lap. Hands were roaming around, lost in to the heat of to the moment. She slid her hands under his shirt and ran them up and down his sculpted back. He had taken off her coat and began to the unzip her suit when he stopped everything he was doing.
"What?" she asked as she looked at him, somewhat startled.
"Lost focus there for a minute, and my mental block came down. Soon as it did, that idiot of a brother of mine got into my head and started yelling about leaving." he sighed.
"Oh," she said as she ran a trail of kisses down his jaw and across his neck.
'WHAT IN TO THE HELL DO YOU WANT?' Knives yelled silently.
'Where are you?' he heard Vash respond meekly.
'YOU ARE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING.' Knives yelled at him again.
'Geze, sooory. Just was worried. That and you killed some more people, didn't you.' Vash said.
'And if I did.'
'I will have to the track you down and beat you up again.'
'Like that would happen, now, if you would excuse me, something major just fell into my lap.' he closed to the connection and smiled at Jak.
"Sorry about that, where were we?" he asked with a smirk.
"Well, I think we were about rightttt, here!" she said as they lost themselves in a flare of hormones.
****************** Just me, or was this one longer? I tink it was! Yipee! Just a question, ever done it on a bar stool? Not I! That would be an interesting story to the tell one day... "I killed everyone in town and screwed this girl on a bar stool." Weird.
Sorry about my incoherent babbling up there. I have a tendency to the do that sometimes!!!
Ok. REVIEW! Dammit.
Feel to the power of to the love monkey!
Nuclear.
Woa, that was weird... (If you haven't noticed yet, all these weird lines are from songs. Just checking that you knew that, but of course you did, you are really smart. I am not.)
Ok, I don't own Trigun. Damn. Do own Jak though.
On with the ness.
Chapter 8**********
Jak yawned and stretched as she clambered out of bed the next morning feeling rather good, despite drinking all that she did the previous night. The bed that the strange man had so greatfully payed for was very comfortable.
Getting out of bed and brushing her teeth, she was going through what she wanted to get done that day, plus, now she had money. Almost 425 still left. She wanted to eat a nice breakfast, then get a new outfit, she was sick of the green and white with her black boots and black hair. She also wanted to get a tattoo.
She figured, 'the more different I make myself, the longer I can elude the authorities'.
Hopping into her typical attire for the day, she packed up what few items she had and bounded out the door. Waving to the lady at the desk, she walked out the front doors and stood on the front porch. Taking in a deep breath of air, she felt happy, and carefree. Something she hadn't felt in quite some time.
Then her tummy grumbled. 'Wowzas, I am hungry!' she thought as she spotted a doughnut store down the way.
'Mmm, doughnuts!' she thought as she pulled out some money and did a hop- skip to the bakery.
"Can I have some doughnuts?" Jak asked cheerfully.
"How many you want," the lady said.
"Oh, I don't care, some!" Jak responded.
"Ooookayyyy, what kind?"
"I don't care! Doughnuts are doughnuts!"
"Alright lady, whatever." the lady said annoyed as she stuffed half a dozen doughnuts into a bag.
"Here you go, five bucks," the cashier said as she pushed the doughnuts into Jak's hands.
Jak payed and began to wander off. Just as she turned her back, a familiar face came and ordered some doughnuts.
"I'll have some doughnuts,"
"What kind?"
"I don't care, doughnuts are doughnuts!"
"That's it, I QUIT!"
"What? Was it something I said?"
Jak didn't hear any of the conversation, she was to busy infatuating herself in the yummy goodness, that and looking for a good tailor to get some new clothes.
Finding one by the name of Cleema's she wandered inside to see a blonde lady sitting at the desk. She immedietly jumped up, "May I help you?"
"Nah, just looking for now, maybe in a minute!" Jak responded with a cheery voice.
Gazing through the vast amounts of clothes, she found a form-fitting blood red suit and a black trench coat, styled much like the one she had on at the moment. Putting them over her arm, she continued to gaze a round. Seeing all the beautiful dresses that hung on he racks, she wished to herself that she was a normal woman for a day.
"Can I try these on?" she asked the blonde.
"Yea, let me get the door." the blonde said as she jumped up to unlock the door. As soon as Jak went into the dressing room, a familiar broom head came bumbling through the door and immediately swooped down on the blonde at the front desk.
"Hey lo pretty lady."
"Um, hi."
"How about me and you, go somewhere tonight,"
"Um, sorry, not interested,"
"Aww, nuts," he bumbled around the store grumbling about needing a belt since Meryl broke his chasing him around the house. Seeing none, he left, right as Jak came out of the dressing room in her new outfit.
"You mind if I just wear it out of here?" she asked the blonde.
"Be my guest, let me ring that up for you," she said sweetly.
Jak reached down and laced her boots up and pulled her holster around her waist. Looking in the mirror for one last shot, she told herself she looked like a completely new person. The black trench coat blended easily with the blood red under it, the boots with the silver clasps up and down them set the tone.
She looked like she had just came out of a massacre and never changed her assassins wear.
"That's 254 dollars and 89 cents." came the voice of the sweet blonde lady. Dishing out the cash, she wandered from the store.
"Change!" the blonde said before she left.
"Naw, you were such a big help, keep it!" The blonde didn't know if she was being sarcastic or not.
Jak wandered around looking for nothing in particular. Drifted into a few bars where she got her first taste of her new wardrobe. Most of the men just whistled and hollered, but the women turned their noses up, thinking she was unlady like and crude.
Jak didn't care. That was her style. She had been fine with it for 115 years now.
'Oh, yea, tattoo!' she though as she walked past a parlor. Glancing inside, she saw a man getting a large, something put on his arm as he winced in pain.
She gazed at the endless designs plastered onto the walls. Every corner of the small shop was wallpapered in pictures. Books lay open on the tables, filled to the brim.
She spotted one in particular rather quickly, a symbol for something she couldn't understand.
"Hey, what does this mean?" she asked the man working on the guys arm. Stopping what he was doing, he got up and looked at it.
"That one was done a few years ago, back on planet where humanity originated, Earth I think it was called, there was a culture called the Japanese. Some guy came in and said that particular one meant either 'Mystery' or 'intrigue' then he went on about some different dialects or something? I got bored and didn't pay attention." he said with a laugh.
Jak just looked at it. It was a curious shape, and she didn't care what it meant, she wanted to get it, but since it meant what it did, it just added to to the coolness of to the to the shape.
"I want that one then." she said as she still gazed at it.
"CHARLIE! GET IN HERE!" to the to the man hollered as he went back to the to the work on to the to the man getting to the to the strange design on his arm.
A man with long black hair walked in drying his hands. "That one huh, where ya want it?"
"Between my shoulder blades." she said securely.
"Ya know something, don't get to the many women in here, course, ain't to the many women who dare to the dress like ya, follow me," he added as he tore to the design off to the wall.
She walked into to the room he had came out of minutes before to the see a large bench in to the center of to the room. On to the table beside it was a row of needles and dyes.
She took off her coat and threw it on a chair with her bag. Removing her gun from around her waist, she added it to the to the pial.
"Packin some serious heat missy, that's a nice gun ya got there," he said, "Take off ya shirt, we'll get this over with."
She really didn't feel uncomfortable stripping in front of him, but if he got fresh with her, he had another thing commin. Unzipping her suit, she pealed it away from her shoulders and removed her undershirt. Laying down on her stomach on to the table, she felt a cold breeze whip through to the room.
"Ok, this Is gonna be cold," he informed her as he pushed down on her skin with a marker. She sat for what seemed like eternity, nearly falling asleep, before he told her again, "Now, this is gonna hurt."
She felt a sharp twing in to the middle of her back. She wasn't really expecting it, but it didn't hurt. She just sat there. Didn't make a peep for over two hours.
He poked her one last time and whipped to the needle off, "Went well, didn't draw any blood, so you won't need to the come back in for a re- coloring." he said with a smile.
She stood up and glanced in to the mirror. Right between her shoulder blades was to the night black symbol for mystery. She loved it.
Throwing her tank back on, to the man gaped at her. "How can you take all that pain? Most men can't even do it!"
She pulled her suit up over her shoulders, ignoring to the dull ache that now invaded her shoulders.
"I got shot in to the shoulder last week by a .45 magnum, you think I can't take a few needles?" she asked sarcastically.
"Well, what I meant was," he started.
"How much do I owe you?" she interrupted.
"Oh, I would have to the say, hundred bucks?" he said looking down at to the floor.
"Here, keep to the change," she said as she stuffed a wad of cash into his hands. "And thanks for to the tattoo!" she yelled over her shoulder as she left to the building.
"That's one tough bitch," to the man said.
"Yea, seems to the be. A really lucky guy would be to the only one to the get her." his friend said.
"Yea," he agreed.
*************
Jak had had enough of this town, she wanted to the leave. She got a bite to the eat and walked down a cold alley. Seeing a vehicle at to the end of to the way, she formed a plan. There wasn't a car of Gunsmoke she couldn't jumpstart, and hoping it had gas, this would be her get away vehicle, so you could say.
Pulling open to the door and throwing her stuff behind her, she reached under to the dashboard and pulled to the wires out.
"And touch these two," To the car jerked to the life, "And bam, look at that, fools left to the tank nearly full to the. Oh well!"
She sped off down to the alley, leaning back into to the seat, she winced, suddenly remembering to the tattoo. Sitting forward so quickly, she hit to the accelerator, and careened out into to the sunlight.
"SHIT!" she yelled as she pulled to the wheel to the to the left just in time to the miss to the saloon's porch. Never looking back, she hit to the gas again and flew through town, hair flying out behind her.
She buzzed past to the ice-cream parlor, where a blonde, a raven, and a brunette all gasped.
"She was in a hurry," he said.
"Yea, and so are we, gotta find our assignment!"
"Back to the work!"
Jak was feeling free again. Out in to the open wind, no one to the chase her, no one to the critize her, but no one to the care for her. Once again, Knives invaded her mind. 'Just lust, just lust," she told herself over and over.
Then it hit her. 'Where am I going? Its almost as if I am looking for him, hopping from city to the city like this.' She gave herself a huge mental slap. 'ITS ONLY LUST!' she screamed at herself.
She looked out to the windshield and saw a small town up ahead.
"Wow, how long have I been driving?" she said as she pulled a watch out of her bag, "SIX HOURS! HOLY SHIT!"
(AN: I didn't think you wanted to the hear all to the blah blah blah about her driving, that's boring, 'and next, she turned to the wheels a little to the to the left, and sang along to the to the music....' told you it was boring...)
Right on to the outskirts, she noticed 3 figures out in to the sand. Jumping out to the inspect, she realized they were three men, all with bullet holes through their heads. They were laying on what seemed to the be freshly dug sand, and a few shovels were propped up against a nearby rock.
"That's weird." she said as she got back into to the car and drove closer to the to the city. To the first thing she noticed was it was completely empty. Everything looked normal, only there was no people. It had seemed they just got up from whatever they were doing and left.
Pulling her car in front of a saloon, she grabbed her bag and jumped out. Throwing her sack across her back, she shoved to the saloon doors open.
Empty, it was all empty. Half drank beers and shots lay around on to the tables. Half smoked cigars lay in to the ash trays. She saw to the opportunity to the re-stock on some beverages and walked behind to the counter.
'This is weird, why did they up and leave like that. No struggle, nothing, just, gone,' she thought as she shoved some bottles into her sack. Grabbing a few bottles, she made herself a drink, mixing and stirring. Finally satisfied on to the taste, she chugged it down.
"GAH! Woo, that was strong, at least I don't have to the pay for it!" she said aloud as she slammed to the glass down and went to the make another one.
"Do you remember what happened to the last time you drank to much?" came an eerie voice to the her ears.
She was like a bullet, spinning around, she brought her gun out of her holster and close to the her face. She glanced around nervously, not being able to the pin-point to the exact location of to the speaker.
'So to the town isn't empty,' she thought as she put a smirk on her face.
"No, it isn't," to the cold voice said again. "But I shall be to the sole inhabitant of to the town again," it said.
Jak felt a cold steel object press against to the back of her head. Hearing to the hammer cock, she spun around and knocked to the gun away. At to the same time, she put her gun to the her assailants forehead.
She gasped.
"You couldn't do it. You wouldn't be able to the pull to the trigger." he said.
"Who says? I have had a little to the drink, I am capable of anything," she remarked, staring into his eyes made of ice.
"Yes, we found that out to the other day. Now, didn't I saw I never wanted to the see you again?" he asked.
Jak said nothing for awhile, she just thought. Eyes darting around to the room, like she was looking for something.
"Yea, so," she finally said.
"I meant it," he said, "At the time."
Her face dropped, she felt relieved. She brought to the gun down from his head slowly, but never put it away. He bent over and scooped his off to the floor.
Then she started asking questions. "Did you do this? There is no one here. They are all gone!"
"Yes, they are all outside of town." he said with a smirk.
(AN: Ok, for my stupid readers, 'he' is Knives. Duh.)
"So that's what to the grave yard was for." she smiled.
"And you aren't mad at me?" he asked with upturned eyes.
"No, I won't kill needlessly like you will, but mass carnage doesn't faze me." she smiled.
"Now its my turn to the ask a question." She gave him a worried look. She knew what was coming. "Why didn't you tell me about you and my brother."
She gave a loud sigh. Yep, exactly what she thought. 'Ok, how to the explain this,' she thought.
"Umm, that was forty years ago, I really didn't think it mattered."
"But, it does, that's my brother."
"If it makes you feel any better, he was taking advantage of me, I was drunk."
"So, you were when we were together."
"So you admit to the taking advantage of me."
"To the first couple times, but to the last time you were sober."
"Dammit, forgot about that one..."she said as her thoughts trailed off to the subject at hand.
They just sat there, lost in each others thoughts. Knives wanted some answers, that all he wanted at that exact moment.
"Did you love him?" he asked out of no where.
She stirred out of her trance. She had never thought about that.
"No. But he loved me. It wasn't meant to the be, after he saw me kill this guy, I couldn't stand to the look in his eyes, and I left." she said sadly.
"So it was lust." he said, almost sounding relieved.
"It was only lust." She had told herself that over and over in to the past few days, but not over to the man she met over forty years ago, over to the man she met only months before. 'Only lust,' she thought as she looked out to the window.
"So," he said loudly as he changed to the subject, "Whats with to the new get-up?"
"You like it?" she asked.
"Yes, those colors suit you much better than green and white." he said as he slipped a hand under her coat near her shoulder, as if he was feeling to the material. She gave a slight shiver at the feeling of his smooth hands. Averting her thoughts suddenly, she began babbling.
"Yea, got them in town early this morning!" she told him excitedly.
"Is my brother following me?" he asked suddenly, out of to the blue.
She gave a huge sign and sat down in a nearby chair. "I don't know, what is it with you and these damn questions, they get annoying!"
"Sorry," he muttered. They sat their for awhile, saying nothing, lost in thought, only neither was spying on to the other, they kept to the themselves.
Finally, Jak got sick of to the ab-normally huge awkward silence. She stood up out of to the chair and made her way over to the where Knives was sitting. He had his head tipped down in deep thought. He always had his head hung when he thought, he believed that way, no one was paying attention to the him. Jak put a finger under his chin and got in his face. Ice cold eyes met green as they just gazed at one another.
"I missed you so much," he said without much warning. She just smiled and captured his lips, his heart, his soul. He tried to the stand up, but she pushed him back down into to the chair and sat on his lap. Hands were roaming around, lost in to the heat of to the moment. She slid her hands under his shirt and ran them up and down his sculpted back. He had taken off her coat and began to the unzip her suit when he stopped everything he was doing.
"What?" she asked as she looked at him, somewhat startled.
"Lost focus there for a minute, and my mental block came down. Soon as it did, that idiot of a brother of mine got into my head and started yelling about leaving." he sighed.
"Oh," she said as she ran a trail of kisses down his jaw and across his neck.
'WHAT IN TO THE HELL DO YOU WANT?' Knives yelled silently.
'Where are you?' he heard Vash respond meekly.
'YOU ARE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING.' Knives yelled at him again.
'Geze, sooory. Just was worried. That and you killed some more people, didn't you.' Vash said.
'And if I did.'
'I will have to the track you down and beat you up again.'
'Like that would happen, now, if you would excuse me, something major just fell into my lap.' he closed to the connection and smiled at Jak.
"Sorry about that, where were we?" he asked with a smirk.
"Well, I think we were about rightttt, here!" she said as they lost themselves in a flare of hormones.
****************** Just me, or was this one longer? I tink it was! Yipee! Just a question, ever done it on a bar stool? Not I! That would be an interesting story to the tell one day... "I killed everyone in town and screwed this girl on a bar stool." Weird.
Sorry about my incoherent babbling up there. I have a tendency to the do that sometimes!!!
Ok. REVIEW! Dammit.
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