Cause the Devil's got the kinda stuff they smoked in Vietnam...
Woa, that was weird...
I don't own Trigun. Do own Jak though.
On with the ness.
Chapter 11***Return to the deserted home***
"HEY LADIES! I AM BACK!"
Vash slammed the front door open and ran into the kitchen.
It was a sore eyesight for him.
"Awwww, mannnn, they didn't get any doughnuts!"
"What a shame," Jak said as she glanced down at the table. "What is this?" She said as she picked up a piece of paper.
"Give me that, stupid," he growled. He scanned the paper quickly, then fell to the ground. "Stupid, freaking, idiotic, and and anddd, Oh, gir." He said with a gasp.
Jak took the paper out of his hands and looked at the neat scrawl across the lines.
'Vash,
I am really sorry about this, but Milly and I are leaving for awhile. We decided to go after Jakar on our own, seeing that you wouldn't allow us to under normal circumstances. We shouldn't be to long, after we locate her, we will be back. Probably under a month if everything goes as planned. Once again, I am very sorry to leave like this, it is just I really need to keep this job. You understand.
Forever, Meryl'
"So, they left you to find me. Figures." Jak said as she threw the paper into Vash's lap.
"Awww! How long are they expecting a month to be? It will be a year to them!" he complained.
Jak turned to leave the room. "Well, what are you going to do Vash the Stampede?" she stopped walking and turned her head slightly, "Are you going to stay and grow into an old man waiting for their carcasses to get back home, or are you going to try to find Knives?"
With her small tidbit of wisdom, she turned and exited the kitchen.
"Neither, I am tired of this," he grumbled as he stood up. He wanted to sleep some more, but wasn't tired.
Trying to make up his mind as he walked down the hallway, he saw a door open to the left side. He lost all train of thought when a beautiful sound came to his ears.
'I can't escape walking down these halls, hard to find a place, where there are no walls, and no lines begging me to cross, only straight ahead better move along...'
The song faded away as it became no less than a small hum. Vash snapped back into reality as he looked at where he was. Standing framed by the door sill, he stared at a tan back facing him.
"Don't stop," he whispered.
Jak turned her head and gave a sharp cry. Covering herself up, she began to shove a shirt on over her naked torso.
"What are you doing in here buster?" she exclaimed as he stared at her. But she noticed he wasn't really looking at her, more like staring through her, almost in a trance.
She still had her back to him, but was having difficulty pulling the shirt over her chest, as it had rolled up underneath its self.
"No need to put it on, I do believe I have already seen it all," he gave a smile as he stared translucently through her.
"You pervert!" she yelled as she finally gained control on the shirt and pulled it over her naked skin. She turned on her heal and stuck her face into his, "You never answered my question either, what were you doing in here?"
"I liked you singing, what was it?"
"An old song from earth, you wouldn't know it," her voice trailed off as she pushed past him and out the door. He turned his head as she started to walk away. Something deep with in him wanted her to stop.
He looked at her as she pulled the top part of her jump suit from around her waist and onto her shoulders. Then she stopped. She realized in her rush to get away from the awkward moment, she left her coat and gun in her room. Cursing herself under her breath, she turned around to see Vash still standing at the door staring with misty eyes.
/*-+/*-+ Flashback+-*/+-*/
Humming was everywhere, it filled the room, it filled the emotions, it filled the passion.
"What is that called?" he asked the black-haired woman beside him.
"It came from earth, along time ago," she replied as she pulled the blankets around her naked form.
"Its beautiful, teach it to me some time," he said quietly as he put an arm under the blanket and wrapped her close to his body.
"I will," she replied, "someday."
/*-+/*-+End Flashback/*-+/*-+
Vash snapped out of it. Looking into the room, he saw Jak throwing her coat on.
"You never taught me." he said finally.
"You never asked again." she retaliated.
"I never had the chance to, I woke up the next morning and you were gone. You had ran from my life." he said as tears welled into his eyes.
Jak was beating herself up. Here she was, responsible for all the man before her had suffered, and he was beginning to cry. What was she supposed to do? She had no real reason for leaving him that day, but she still felt so attached to him.
She began to move toward him. "It's ok, it really is. And now its my turn to comfort you when you fall," she gave a smile a wiped the tears from his eyes with her thumbs. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt a dead weight set apon her frame. She felt so sorry for the ageless plant as his chest rose and sank against her own in racking sobs of torment.
She began to feel the effects of his dead weight after a few minutes and began to search for a place to put him down.
All she saw was the bed.
'Figures,' she thought as she began moving toward it. He was like a puppet. He followed her every step as she glided toward the piece of furniture. Sitting down, she felt the weight come off her shoulders for a moment before it came straight back to her legs. He had laid his face sideways on her legs and was staring into her stomach as the hot tears continued to fall.
She felt so bad. He had been through so much lately, between his brother leaving, the insurance girls leaving, the death of the priest, and the telepath, he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
She could tell he was uncomfortable by the look in his old eyes. She gave a smile and began to pull him towards her body, letting him sit right beside her.
The tears had began to slow, and his breathing more regular.
"You ok?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his soft blonde hair.
"I'm fine, just had to get that out." he sighed. He turned his puffy eyes to her and smiled. "Thanks Jak," he leaned over and brushed a kiss on her cheek before laying down on the bed.
She smiled as she watched the 130 year old man curl into a small ball and drift asleep again.
'Sleep doesn't seem to bad at the moment,' she thought as she laid her head back against the wall. Closing her eyes, fatigue enveloped her weary body, and she fell into a deep sleep, not thinking about what had happened moments before.
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AN: I know what you all are thinking... she JUST got done with his brother, what a pervert... HE WAS EMOTIONALLY DISTRESSED. Get over it. I thought it was cute. On with the story at hand.
And the next few chapters will be focusing on Jak and Vash... Nothing real important going on in the lives of Knives and the insurance girls. Woo, they left Vash.
****************
Jak woke to a gargantuan yawn as she stretched her arms and made an attempt to roll over. But her thought was stopped when she came in contact with something big and hard, that wasn't the wall. She was staring at the wall.
First, she threw the blankets off and sighed a sigh of relief that she still had all her clothes on. Then she looked over her shoulder only to see a blonde smiling meekly at her.
She gave him a death glare that stopped his needless smiling.
"WERE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE ME, BROOM HEAD?" she yelled at him. He shrank back and began to violently shake his head from side to side.
"THEN WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?"
"You fell on me a few hours ago," he said as he stuck his head under the pillow, expecting the worse.
"Oh. Ok." she replied as she looked at the clock. "8 o' clock at night? Man, today really screwed up my sleep schedule..."
"I can help with that," he said in his manly voice, which earned him a flying kick in the ass.
"Shut up, I am going out, are you going to come with me?"
"Yea, I will come." he said as he grinned evilly, "But you will have to give me a minute..."
"Not THAT kind of come you ass. What did you do, take pervert pills this morning?" she said as she walked from the room.
"Wait! Wait for meeeee!" he yelled as he tried to re-spyke his un-spyked hair.
'Men... what pigs...' she thought as she rolled her eyes.
*******
Two bars, a few dozen shots, and a hundred dollars later, the two outlaws stumbled out of the near by Saloon, leaning on each other for support.
"Hey Vash?" she said as she bopped along.
"What is it Jak?"
"I do not tink I have bean dis drunk in AGES..."
"Me niever Jak, me niever."
"Glad I am not the ondly one," she laughed as they came to the front door of the house. Vash started fiddling with the mere two keys he owned. Struggling for nearly 20 minutes, he gave up and threw the keys down.
He simply walked over to the window, opened it up, and went in that way, with Jak following him closely.
Then he remembered something.
"Hey Jak? When did you get a tattoo?" he scratched his head. She stopped right in mid-step and turned her head.
"I has a tattoo?" she said confused.
"Yea, on yer back."
"I don't got no tattoo."
"Ya do to."
She made a quick, drunk decision and ran to the bathroom. Throwing off her coat, unzipping her suit, and pulling her shirt off in plain view of everyone, she looked in the mirror.
"Told you..." Vash said as he stared at some things other than the tattoo.
"Would cha lookey there. I got me a tattoo." she said as she poked it to make sure it was real. "How weird is dat? I don't even member it Vashy-poo. Ya would tink ya would member a big-ol tattoo like dat one."
"Yea. I gotta a tattoo." he said stupidly.
"Really? Where?" she asked excitedly, jumping up and down and clapping her hands, so drunk she forgot she was naked from the waist up.
"I shall show thee, but tell no one..." he said in a quite voice.
He took his coat off, then began to struggle with the armor under it. Flipping buckles was obviously difficult to a drunk man. He began to grumble under his voice when Jak got to excited and began to help him.
Now there were two drunks trying to unsnap it.
After what seemed like forever, they finally figured out that two snaps would have done it, and he was free. Pulling off the final shirt, he points to his back.
"See it?" he asked.
"Umm, no." Jak replied confused.
"Oh, guess I don't have one then. But I do have a lot of ouchies."
"I have a really big ouchie on my leg!" she exclaimed.
"Bigger than my ouchies?" he said with a 'nuh uh' voice.
"Yea, its HUGE," she over-exaggerated.
She tried to pull the leg of her suit up from the bottom, but when she realized it was to tight, she tried to pull it off the other way, forgetting about her boots.
Now she was in a mess. She had no shirt on, and had one leg stuck in the air as she hopped around due to the fact that she had managed to forget to take her boots off. Cursing aloud to herself, she hopped over and collapsed on the couch. Then she began to fiddle with her boots.
(AN: I think we can all see what is going to happen between two depressed people that have had one to many drinks and are comparing scars by getting naked. I can related to the drinks part. Trust me. Alcohol impairs judgment. Don't do it. Unless you go to my school, then you can come to prom trashed, and no one would care... thats a different story. On to the sex scene that is closing in fast. Don't take that seriously...)
Finally wrenching the left one off her foot, she began to pull the right one off. It took both of them to get that one off, it was still laced all the way up.
She then kicked her suit off and showed Vash the huge scar on her thigh. But he wasn't looking at the pretty scar, he was looking at pretty pink panties.
He gave a huge grin.
"I have a scar there to. It would beat that one." he grinned.
"Nuh uh. Mines the pertiest." she laughed.
"I will prove you wrong then." he glared as he started to pick at the buckles on his pants. "SHIT WHY ARE THEY DRUNK PROOF?" he yelled as he snapped a random snap and they fell off.
"Cool," he laughed. "I need to remember that snap..."
"Yep, yer scar beats mine." Jak stared.
"I told you."
Jak stared thinking. She had to be better at something than him. She pondered hard on this thought for awhile. Then it came to her.
"Well, I can run faster."
"Nuh Uh."
"Yea huh."
It began into a fit of yea huh and nuh uh's (Like in the Emperors New Groove! Lol) as they argued naked. Well, mostly naked, bottoms were on. Those count, right?
Then Jak took off high speed over the couch and skidded into the kitchen. Bolting up the stairs, she heard Vash thumping up close beside as she ran into a room and slammed the door. She looked around for a place to hide as she heard him pounding on the door.
"Hey! No fair! You locked it!" he said as he pushed.
She wrenched open the closet door and jumped inside just as he managed to wrench the door open.
"HA! I GOT YOU!" he yelled as he pulled the door open. There stood Jak. Smiling like she always does. "Not yet..." she said evilly as she threw her hands out and began to tickle him. He started laughing extremely loud and Jak bolted past him and down the stairs.
She skidded through the kitchen again and saw her means of freedom. The front door. She made a spectacular jump to hurdle the couch, but due to her drunken state, her back foot caught on the couch and she fell into a pile of blankets with an oomph.
Vash skidded through the kitchen and saw she wasn't anywhere to be found, but saw the open screen door.
Running right past Jak, she threw the door completely open an began yelling at the top of his lungs, "GET BACK HERE JAK! YOU DON'T NEED ANOTHER ACCOUNT OF INDECENT EXPOSURE ON YOUR WARRANT!"
Jak couldn't take it any longer, she burst out in laughing and gave herself away. Vash wheeled around and looked at her laying on the floor.
Then she smiled a corrupted smile, and flipped him onto his back with a thud. Straddling his waist, she grabbed his wrists and held them over her head.
"Ha. Got you!" she laughed. While she was laughing, he started to feel even more drunk than he had ever in his life. Must have been the naked girl sitting on him. He snaked his wrists away from the cold floor and grabbed her back. She gave a small giggle as he pulled her down on top of him.
She looked into his emerald eyes, and gave a smile. Just as he smiled back, she gave a small shiver as a breeze whipped over her bear skin. He grabbed at a blanket and pulled in over them. She stopped shivering just as he brushed his lips over hers.
She gave a smile, almost one of acceptance, as she kissed him back. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and put him hands on the small of her back. They lay there for ten minutes of more, enveloped in each other's aura when he pulled away from her lips and began to pay more attention to other parts of her body.
She gave a small moan when he ran his fingers down her spine. He smiled as she ran her tongue across his battered chest. Just as he started to make another move, reality kicked in.
She pressed her hands onto the floor above his shoulders and picked herself off his body.
"We are drunk, lonely, and scared. The last time we did this, I didn't see you for 30 years. How is it gonna work out now, I will just wake up in the morning and freak again." she said.
"So thats why you left last time, you were scared?" he asked.
"To tell the truth, yes. I had serious feeling for you Vash, but not that soon into our relationship, we weren't even dating, just buds." she sighed. "I woke up sore, naked and not remembering a single thing, so, of course I panicked."
"You shouldn't have left, if truth be told, I really loved you!" he said as he ran a hand through her silky hair. "But then you left, I was so lonely."
"I am sorry Vash, I really am." A hot tear fell onto his shoulder as she wept in the dark night. He reached up and wrapped her in a close embrace. Her arms gave way and she fell on top of him. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she cried out he anger and contempt she had bottled up over the past years. He felt horrible, and rolled onto his side, and sighed as he felt her chest beating in sobs against his own.
He made a small shushing noise, and stroked her hair. Her tears faded into drunk hiccups, which eventually faded into small snores of long-awaited sleep.
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Outside the window, a strange person clad in a black desert coat peered through the window from under the hood.
The grey eyes shot out many years of hatred, anger, and revenge.
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Bumbumbummmmmmmm, Cliffy! I sorry. I had to do it. And if you is smart, you will know who it is.... but I not tell you till next chappie!!!
REVIEW! Dammit.
Nuclear.
Woa, that was weird...
I don't own Trigun. Do own Jak though.
On with the ness.
Chapter 11***Return to the deserted home***
"HEY LADIES! I AM BACK!"
Vash slammed the front door open and ran into the kitchen.
It was a sore eyesight for him.
"Awwww, mannnn, they didn't get any doughnuts!"
"What a shame," Jak said as she glanced down at the table. "What is this?" She said as she picked up a piece of paper.
"Give me that, stupid," he growled. He scanned the paper quickly, then fell to the ground. "Stupid, freaking, idiotic, and and anddd, Oh, gir." He said with a gasp.
Jak took the paper out of his hands and looked at the neat scrawl across the lines.
'Vash,
I am really sorry about this, but Milly and I are leaving for awhile. We decided to go after Jakar on our own, seeing that you wouldn't allow us to under normal circumstances. We shouldn't be to long, after we locate her, we will be back. Probably under a month if everything goes as planned. Once again, I am very sorry to leave like this, it is just I really need to keep this job. You understand.
Forever, Meryl'
"So, they left you to find me. Figures." Jak said as she threw the paper into Vash's lap.
"Awww! How long are they expecting a month to be? It will be a year to them!" he complained.
Jak turned to leave the room. "Well, what are you going to do Vash the Stampede?" she stopped walking and turned her head slightly, "Are you going to stay and grow into an old man waiting for their carcasses to get back home, or are you going to try to find Knives?"
With her small tidbit of wisdom, she turned and exited the kitchen.
"Neither, I am tired of this," he grumbled as he stood up. He wanted to sleep some more, but wasn't tired.
Trying to make up his mind as he walked down the hallway, he saw a door open to the left side. He lost all train of thought when a beautiful sound came to his ears.
'I can't escape walking down these halls, hard to find a place, where there are no walls, and no lines begging me to cross, only straight ahead better move along...'
The song faded away as it became no less than a small hum. Vash snapped back into reality as he looked at where he was. Standing framed by the door sill, he stared at a tan back facing him.
"Don't stop," he whispered.
Jak turned her head and gave a sharp cry. Covering herself up, she began to shove a shirt on over her naked torso.
"What are you doing in here buster?" she exclaimed as he stared at her. But she noticed he wasn't really looking at her, more like staring through her, almost in a trance.
She still had her back to him, but was having difficulty pulling the shirt over her chest, as it had rolled up underneath its self.
"No need to put it on, I do believe I have already seen it all," he gave a smile as he stared translucently through her.
"You pervert!" she yelled as she finally gained control on the shirt and pulled it over her naked skin. She turned on her heal and stuck her face into his, "You never answered my question either, what were you doing in here?"
"I liked you singing, what was it?"
"An old song from earth, you wouldn't know it," her voice trailed off as she pushed past him and out the door. He turned his head as she started to walk away. Something deep with in him wanted her to stop.
He looked at her as she pulled the top part of her jump suit from around her waist and onto her shoulders. Then she stopped. She realized in her rush to get away from the awkward moment, she left her coat and gun in her room. Cursing herself under her breath, she turned around to see Vash still standing at the door staring with misty eyes.
/*-+/*-+ Flashback+-*/+-*/
Humming was everywhere, it filled the room, it filled the emotions, it filled the passion.
"What is that called?" he asked the black-haired woman beside him.
"It came from earth, along time ago," she replied as she pulled the blankets around her naked form.
"Its beautiful, teach it to me some time," he said quietly as he put an arm under the blanket and wrapped her close to his body.
"I will," she replied, "someday."
/*-+/*-+End Flashback/*-+/*-+
Vash snapped out of it. Looking into the room, he saw Jak throwing her coat on.
"You never taught me." he said finally.
"You never asked again." she retaliated.
"I never had the chance to, I woke up the next morning and you were gone. You had ran from my life." he said as tears welled into his eyes.
Jak was beating herself up. Here she was, responsible for all the man before her had suffered, and he was beginning to cry. What was she supposed to do? She had no real reason for leaving him that day, but she still felt so attached to him.
She began to move toward him. "It's ok, it really is. And now its my turn to comfort you when you fall," she gave a smile a wiped the tears from his eyes with her thumbs. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt a dead weight set apon her frame. She felt so sorry for the ageless plant as his chest rose and sank against her own in racking sobs of torment.
She began to feel the effects of his dead weight after a few minutes and began to search for a place to put him down.
All she saw was the bed.
'Figures,' she thought as she began moving toward it. He was like a puppet. He followed her every step as she glided toward the piece of furniture. Sitting down, she felt the weight come off her shoulders for a moment before it came straight back to her legs. He had laid his face sideways on her legs and was staring into her stomach as the hot tears continued to fall.
She felt so bad. He had been through so much lately, between his brother leaving, the insurance girls leaving, the death of the priest, and the telepath, he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
She could tell he was uncomfortable by the look in his old eyes. She gave a smile and began to pull him towards her body, letting him sit right beside her.
The tears had began to slow, and his breathing more regular.
"You ok?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his soft blonde hair.
"I'm fine, just had to get that out." he sighed. He turned his puffy eyes to her and smiled. "Thanks Jak," he leaned over and brushed a kiss on her cheek before laying down on the bed.
She smiled as she watched the 130 year old man curl into a small ball and drift asleep again.
'Sleep doesn't seem to bad at the moment,' she thought as she laid her head back against the wall. Closing her eyes, fatigue enveloped her weary body, and she fell into a deep sleep, not thinking about what had happened moments before.
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AN: I know what you all are thinking... she JUST got done with his brother, what a pervert... HE WAS EMOTIONALLY DISTRESSED. Get over it. I thought it was cute. On with the story at hand.
And the next few chapters will be focusing on Jak and Vash... Nothing real important going on in the lives of Knives and the insurance girls. Woo, they left Vash.
****************
Jak woke to a gargantuan yawn as she stretched her arms and made an attempt to roll over. But her thought was stopped when she came in contact with something big and hard, that wasn't the wall. She was staring at the wall.
First, she threw the blankets off and sighed a sigh of relief that she still had all her clothes on. Then she looked over her shoulder only to see a blonde smiling meekly at her.
She gave him a death glare that stopped his needless smiling.
"WERE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE ME, BROOM HEAD?" she yelled at him. He shrank back and began to violently shake his head from side to side.
"THEN WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?"
"You fell on me a few hours ago," he said as he stuck his head under the pillow, expecting the worse.
"Oh. Ok." she replied as she looked at the clock. "8 o' clock at night? Man, today really screwed up my sleep schedule..."
"I can help with that," he said in his manly voice, which earned him a flying kick in the ass.
"Shut up, I am going out, are you going to come with me?"
"Yea, I will come." he said as he grinned evilly, "But you will have to give me a minute..."
"Not THAT kind of come you ass. What did you do, take pervert pills this morning?" she said as she walked from the room.
"Wait! Wait for meeeee!" he yelled as he tried to re-spyke his un-spyked hair.
'Men... what pigs...' she thought as she rolled her eyes.
*******
Two bars, a few dozen shots, and a hundred dollars later, the two outlaws stumbled out of the near by Saloon, leaning on each other for support.
"Hey Vash?" she said as she bopped along.
"What is it Jak?"
"I do not tink I have bean dis drunk in AGES..."
"Me niever Jak, me niever."
"Glad I am not the ondly one," she laughed as they came to the front door of the house. Vash started fiddling with the mere two keys he owned. Struggling for nearly 20 minutes, he gave up and threw the keys down.
He simply walked over to the window, opened it up, and went in that way, with Jak following him closely.
Then he remembered something.
"Hey Jak? When did you get a tattoo?" he scratched his head. She stopped right in mid-step and turned her head.
"I has a tattoo?" she said confused.
"Yea, on yer back."
"I don't got no tattoo."
"Ya do to."
She made a quick, drunk decision and ran to the bathroom. Throwing off her coat, unzipping her suit, and pulling her shirt off in plain view of everyone, she looked in the mirror.
"Told you..." Vash said as he stared at some things other than the tattoo.
"Would cha lookey there. I got me a tattoo." she said as she poked it to make sure it was real. "How weird is dat? I don't even member it Vashy-poo. Ya would tink ya would member a big-ol tattoo like dat one."
"Yea. I gotta a tattoo." he said stupidly.
"Really? Where?" she asked excitedly, jumping up and down and clapping her hands, so drunk she forgot she was naked from the waist up.
"I shall show thee, but tell no one..." he said in a quite voice.
He took his coat off, then began to struggle with the armor under it. Flipping buckles was obviously difficult to a drunk man. He began to grumble under his voice when Jak got to excited and began to help him.
Now there were two drunks trying to unsnap it.
After what seemed like forever, they finally figured out that two snaps would have done it, and he was free. Pulling off the final shirt, he points to his back.
"See it?" he asked.
"Umm, no." Jak replied confused.
"Oh, guess I don't have one then. But I do have a lot of ouchies."
"I have a really big ouchie on my leg!" she exclaimed.
"Bigger than my ouchies?" he said with a 'nuh uh' voice.
"Yea, its HUGE," she over-exaggerated.
She tried to pull the leg of her suit up from the bottom, but when she realized it was to tight, she tried to pull it off the other way, forgetting about her boots.
Now she was in a mess. She had no shirt on, and had one leg stuck in the air as she hopped around due to the fact that she had managed to forget to take her boots off. Cursing aloud to herself, she hopped over and collapsed on the couch. Then she began to fiddle with her boots.
(AN: I think we can all see what is going to happen between two depressed people that have had one to many drinks and are comparing scars by getting naked. I can related to the drinks part. Trust me. Alcohol impairs judgment. Don't do it. Unless you go to my school, then you can come to prom trashed, and no one would care... thats a different story. On to the sex scene that is closing in fast. Don't take that seriously...)
Finally wrenching the left one off her foot, she began to pull the right one off. It took both of them to get that one off, it was still laced all the way up.
She then kicked her suit off and showed Vash the huge scar on her thigh. But he wasn't looking at the pretty scar, he was looking at pretty pink panties.
He gave a huge grin.
"I have a scar there to. It would beat that one." he grinned.
"Nuh uh. Mines the pertiest." she laughed.
"I will prove you wrong then." he glared as he started to pick at the buckles on his pants. "SHIT WHY ARE THEY DRUNK PROOF?" he yelled as he snapped a random snap and they fell off.
"Cool," he laughed. "I need to remember that snap..."
"Yep, yer scar beats mine." Jak stared.
"I told you."
Jak stared thinking. She had to be better at something than him. She pondered hard on this thought for awhile. Then it came to her.
"Well, I can run faster."
"Nuh Uh."
"Yea huh."
It began into a fit of yea huh and nuh uh's (Like in the Emperors New Groove! Lol) as they argued naked. Well, mostly naked, bottoms were on. Those count, right?
Then Jak took off high speed over the couch and skidded into the kitchen. Bolting up the stairs, she heard Vash thumping up close beside as she ran into a room and slammed the door. She looked around for a place to hide as she heard him pounding on the door.
"Hey! No fair! You locked it!" he said as he pushed.
She wrenched open the closet door and jumped inside just as he managed to wrench the door open.
"HA! I GOT YOU!" he yelled as he pulled the door open. There stood Jak. Smiling like she always does. "Not yet..." she said evilly as she threw her hands out and began to tickle him. He started laughing extremely loud and Jak bolted past him and down the stairs.
She skidded through the kitchen again and saw her means of freedom. The front door. She made a spectacular jump to hurdle the couch, but due to her drunken state, her back foot caught on the couch and she fell into a pile of blankets with an oomph.
Vash skidded through the kitchen and saw she wasn't anywhere to be found, but saw the open screen door.
Running right past Jak, she threw the door completely open an began yelling at the top of his lungs, "GET BACK HERE JAK! YOU DON'T NEED ANOTHER ACCOUNT OF INDECENT EXPOSURE ON YOUR WARRANT!"
Jak couldn't take it any longer, she burst out in laughing and gave herself away. Vash wheeled around and looked at her laying on the floor.
Then she smiled a corrupted smile, and flipped him onto his back with a thud. Straddling his waist, she grabbed his wrists and held them over her head.
"Ha. Got you!" she laughed. While she was laughing, he started to feel even more drunk than he had ever in his life. Must have been the naked girl sitting on him. He snaked his wrists away from the cold floor and grabbed her back. She gave a small giggle as he pulled her down on top of him.
She looked into his emerald eyes, and gave a smile. Just as he smiled back, she gave a small shiver as a breeze whipped over her bear skin. He grabbed at a blanket and pulled in over them. She stopped shivering just as he brushed his lips over hers.
She gave a smile, almost one of acceptance, as she kissed him back. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and put him hands on the small of her back. They lay there for ten minutes of more, enveloped in each other's aura when he pulled away from her lips and began to pay more attention to other parts of her body.
She gave a small moan when he ran his fingers down her spine. He smiled as she ran her tongue across his battered chest. Just as he started to make another move, reality kicked in.
She pressed her hands onto the floor above his shoulders and picked herself off his body.
"We are drunk, lonely, and scared. The last time we did this, I didn't see you for 30 years. How is it gonna work out now, I will just wake up in the morning and freak again." she said.
"So thats why you left last time, you were scared?" he asked.
"To tell the truth, yes. I had serious feeling for you Vash, but not that soon into our relationship, we weren't even dating, just buds." she sighed. "I woke up sore, naked and not remembering a single thing, so, of course I panicked."
"You shouldn't have left, if truth be told, I really loved you!" he said as he ran a hand through her silky hair. "But then you left, I was so lonely."
"I am sorry Vash, I really am." A hot tear fell onto his shoulder as she wept in the dark night. He reached up and wrapped her in a close embrace. Her arms gave way and she fell on top of him. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she cried out he anger and contempt she had bottled up over the past years. He felt horrible, and rolled onto his side, and sighed as he felt her chest beating in sobs against his own.
He made a small shushing noise, and stroked her hair. Her tears faded into drunk hiccups, which eventually faded into small snores of long-awaited sleep.
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Outside the window, a strange person clad in a black desert coat peered through the window from under the hood.
The grey eyes shot out many years of hatred, anger, and revenge.
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Bumbumbummmmmmmm, Cliffy! I sorry. I had to do it. And if you is smart, you will know who it is.... but I not tell you till next chappie!!!
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