Bombs over Baghdad......
Woa, that was weird....
On with the ness...
***Chapter 12**********
AN: Ok, first part of this chapter is explanation. I am skipping 2 years. I just need to get some more stuff into this story than Jak and Vash and Knives in a circle of love and hate. You know how that goes. And that scary person from the last chapter is coming up...
Mowahahaha.
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2 years had passed since Knives and the Insurance Girls walked out of Jak and Vash's lives.
The two had wandered around togeather, getting into fights and leaving the town, it wasn't easy being two of the most wanted outlaws on the planet.
Their relationship with one another had grown into great friendship. The kind where it molds from lust into love, then into life long companions, leaving he need for lust along the way.
In truth, they loved each other more than anything in the world, and would do anything for each other, but it hadnt gone past a hug or a kiss on the cheek for over a year.
Where the story picks up now, they are living in a small town called Prevail. The entirity of the town was around 100 men, women, and children, and they all knew and respected the situation of the two outlaws. They knew of the combined total of 110 Billion Double Dollars, but they loved the couple so much, they could never turn on either of them.
Vash and Jak have been living in Prevail for around 8 months now, in a small house by the bakery. It was a simple one story house, with a few rooms. They didn't need much.
Ok, now to the story.
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Vash opened the closet door and rooted around for some clothes. Slidding back the curtain rod, he caught glimpse of something red. Grabbing the material, he yanked.
Out slid the one thing he didn't want to see again. His coat. And slid into the pocket was a brown leather strap surrounding a silver revolver.
He let out a sigh and clucked it back into the closet. Back into dead memories.
Finally getting some decent clothes, he put them on and walked into the kitchen, where Jak was making breakfast.
"Morning sleepy head!" she said as she put some eggs and bacon on the table for him.
"Yea," He grumbled as he stuffed fork fulls of the eggs into his mouth.
He had a part time job down at the general store, and, to say the least, he was always late.
"I have to go," he said as he grabbed his sweatshirt and started out the door.
"Hey!" she yelled after him. "No good bye today?"
"See ya." he said as he ran back over and gave her a fast hug goodbye. She grinned at his stupid smile as he ran haphazardly out of the house.
She washed her hands under the spicket and went up to her and Vash's room. Pulling open her closet door, she found a sweatshirt and threw it over her head. Today had been overly cold for the desert planet.
She turned around to see a cloaked figure framed the doorway.
"Hello?" she asked, approaching the figure.
The figure responded by lifting a huge sliver thing from the inside of it's cloak. Jak gave a huge gasp. The sliver thing began glowing and making a strange whirring sound.
"You remember this Jakar?DO YOU REMEMBER?" came a low voice from under the hood as it looked up. Piericing red eyes shone out from the shadow, before Jak's world went black.
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Vash was streaking from building to building back to his house when he felt the awesome power erupting. Seeing the huge white light, he ducked into a nearby alley and croached down, covering his head. He felt the buildings crash down around him as the entire town errupted in the blinding white light.
After a few seconds, the light receded, and Vash pulled his head up. "Oh my God." he said as he threw the concrete chunks off of him and continued towards his house.
He heard a sound behind him and out of the corner of his eye, saw a figure run back behind him. Sliding to a stop, he turned around.
Standing in the center of the rubble, a figure in black raised its head towards him.
"It's to late. She's dead." was the deep voice that emanated from its throat. "As are you."
The figure raised a black gun into he air and a shot rang out.
The black figure dropped it's gun and hunched over, clutching its side. Vash put his left arm back to his side, gun smoking.
"You of all people should know I am always armed, brother." Vash said.
The figure lifted its head. The hood fell away from its face to reveal a scarred complextion. The blue eyes shimmered in the sun. Lifting his head to full extent, he laughed.
"So, what happened to you?" Vash asked.
A scar ran from his scalp clear down over his eye and across his cheek, disappearing into the cloak. Another ran from the side of his cheek across his lip and stopped at his chin. He had let his hair grow long, and untamed, it flowed down longer than Vash had ever let it grow.
"Those damn spiders." was all he said. "Good thing I found a running mate though." he chuckled. At that sentence, another figure came from no where. Stopping, it glanced at Vash, then to Knives.
"Idiot." the figure said, scooping up the fallen comrade and vanashing.
Vash looked after the receding figure, debating on wether or not he shold follow his brother and the stranger, but a horrid scream entered his mind.
'God, help me Vash!' piereced his entire head.
He took off back toward the house. Apon ariving, he saw the destruction started here. The entire building was leveled. Running into the middle, he began picking up the pieces of wood and chunks of concrete and threw them away.
"Jak! JAK!" He started yelling in frustration. He stopped for a second and glanced around. Then he saw it. Over to the left, he saw a fragile hand poking out from under the wood. Stumbling over, he ripped the boards off the pile until he saw the still form of Jak wedged under a chunk of concrete.
"Good God, Jak! Wake up!" He yelled out as tears ran down his face. "Come on, don't go, please wake UP!" He yelled as he threw off the final board.
She laid in a heap, blood streaming down her face and onto her pale blue sweater. He scooped up her limp form and held her head up towards his face. "Wake up," he gave her a gentle shake. He head limply fell over onto his shoulder. He began to move out of the rubble when a young man of about 23 ran over. He himself was covered in dirt and blood. He was obviously scouting for survivers.
"Is she ok?" he asked.
"No, shes not ok, Im not ok, WHY DID THAT BASTARD COME BACK!" Vash yelled in frustration.
"Here, we have a small area down this way for injured people." the boy said as he pointed down the wrecked street.
Vash glared up ino the sky for a moment. Making a face, he shoved Jak into the boys arms. "Take her down there. I will be back in a little while." he said as he walked back into the rubble.
He watched as the young man ran down the street and turned the corner. Vash sat down on a huge chunk of concrete and balled his fists up. Slamming them down onto the concrete, he let out a scream of anger. Tears streaming down his face, he began going through the rubble of his house like a windmill. Throwing board off of board, he rummaged for hours.
Coming across a box, he threw it open. Grinning, he saw the first half of what he wanted. Stripping down to his underwear, he pulled the brownish- black leather over his legs, and snapped the snaps over. Then he moved to the top, pulling it over his chest and arms, and snapping the buckles and tying the strings.
Throwing over a few more boards, he caught sight of something he never wanted to see again. Grabbing the red material, he pulled it free and sat down on his chunk of concrete. Pulling the holster and revolver out of the pocket, he fastened the two straps around his waist. Pulling out the gun, he snapped it open and loaded it.
Grabbing the coat, he pulled it over his head, and threw his hands through his hair, pushing the spykes back into place. He slid his finger into his pocket, and ran into an object. Pulling it out, he grinned almost evilly, and put the glasses over the bridge of his nose.
Digging in the box again, he puled out three more things. A black coat, a red suit, and a black holster, empty of its gun.
He took off down the road. Veering to the left, he saw the small group of people. Walking through the group, he earned a lot of strange stares. He was used to them. He live 110 years of his life in weird stares.
He saw Jak laying unconcious on a bed. Walking over to her, he lifted her head up. Clearing his mine, he spoke out.
"Jak, wake up please. Its time to go."
The man looking after her objected. "She cannot leave yet! Look at her!"
Vash glared daggers at him through his yellow glasses. "I am taking her."
He scooped her up and started walking away. A small tap came to his shoulder as he was walking away, holding Jak to his chest.
He turned around to see the boy who had carried her away earlier. He looked particurally angry.
"Do you know who did this? Vash the Stampede?"
"Unfortunantly."
"Then I pin this on you. Another town to your record."
"Oh well. Because I have the reassurance of knowing I didn't do it this time." With that, the Humanoid Typhoon walked out of town, clutching the bandaged woman to his chest as if she was a rag doll.
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"You are such an idiot Knives. I give you the simple task of killing your good for nothing brother, and you can't even do that." the womans voice came from under the hood.
"Excuse me, miss high and mighty." he snarled back. She threw her hood off her face to reveal the ageless beauty in her skin. Minus the large scar grazing the left side of her skull. Her grey eyes shone a never-ending anger, yet a calm reassurance by the days events.
"I love you anyways Knives," she laughed as she wrapped the bandages around his naked chest.
Knives scrunched his face up in pain as she shoved her fingers into the deep side wound and pulled the bullet out of skin, then quickly shoving the bandages up over the hole.
"God woman, you know I hate it when you do that!" he said as hot tears of excruation leaked from his eyes.
"Get over it you big baby. Now, get up, that nuscance of a brother is going to be mad I killed his woman."
"She was mine. He stole her."
"She was his to begins with. You have only been mine. No one else's." She smirked as she leaned over and kissed him.
He started to smile when she broke away and grabbed him under the chin.
"Now, Get up." she said as she pulled him to his feet.
"Yes ma'am."
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It had been nearly four days before Jak woke in the dark. She sat up quickly and gave out a sharp shrill of pain.
Vash heard her and jumped out of his sleep. Crawling over, he wrapped her into a tight hug and started crying.
"Good God, thank the lord you are ok." he said as he stroked her hair.
"Ow, you are hurting me you big lump..." she growled.
"Sorry,"
"So, what happened? Why did we leave?" she asked, laying back down.
"Someone tried to kill you, and in the process, destroyed the entire town. Now, I am on a mission to find my idiotic brother." Vash sighed.
"Figures. And I know who the other person was. Hard to believe it was her though." Jak said as she grabbed at the chain around her neck.
"Who was it? Comeon... tell meeee....." Vash begged.
"Ok, I was gonna tell you anyways. Its my sister, Nyra. I swore I lilled her all those years ago. I pulled the damn trigger Vash. I watched her fall over in a pool of blood." She looked at him with troubled eyes.
"Sorry. I can't help you there." he gave a small laugh.
"Don't you laugh at me mister Stampede."
"Now, why would I do that? Now, up ya go, I haven't got a chance to change your bandages yet with all the sleeping you have been doing." he smiled as he held up tape and some siccors.
"Gir. Why me?" she mummbled.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing..."
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The two women walked into the smoldering ruins.
One gasped.
The other fell to her knees.
"What did you do this time Vash?" she said as she put her head in her hands.
"Someone is coming!"
A figure melted out of the still hanging dust.
"Can I help you ladies?" the young man asked.
"Yes. I am Meryl Strife, and this is Milly Tompson. We are looking for Vash the Stampede, and were told he lived here, in this town." she said quietly.
"Oh. Him." the boy said, "He left a few days back with his woman. Ya see, these strange people in town came in, and went into their house. Well, went all nice and good and pissed Vash off. He blew the hole town into smitherenes. Then he picked up his woman and left." the boy twisted and bent the entire story, save the fact that they left.
And the girls believed him.
"Meryl, he did it again. He blew up another town." Milly wimpererd.
"He has another woman?" Meryl said shakily.
"Yea, names Jak, er summthin. She has a pretty bounty on her head as well." the man said.
"Meryl, I am so sorry. I know how much you loved him..." Milly said as Meryl broke out into tears.
"Do you know where they went?"
"Headed towards the city of Timberland. A few days drive."
Meryl straightened her shoulders and dried her eyes. "Lets go Milly. We have some driving to do."
"Ok Meryl!"
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AN: I could end here, but I am, really bored.....
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"Jesus, you are HEAVY Jak..." Vash groaned.
"Well, it wasn't my brilliant idea to leave the freaking town without a car. You nerd." she laughed.
She had been on his back for nearly a day, as she wasn't able to walk to well for very long without cramping up. So he gave her a piggy back ride.
"Hey, Jak?"
"Yea Vashu?"
"Am I hallucinating, or is that a town up there?"
"Seems that way."
"Yey!" With a renewed sense of energy, he took off running toward the town.
"Vashu! Slow down boy! I feel like I am riding a wild thomas!" Jak yelled.
"Can't...*pant* stop.... to.... *pant* hungry!" Vash gasped.
Jak gave a sigh and put her hands on top of his head. "You nerd." she mummbled.
He went streaking across the desert faster than he had ever gone with a person on his back, showing up at a town called Timberland in under 15 minutes.
Setting Jak down on a bench in the center of town, he plopped down and tried to regain his breath.
"Whew! Wasn't that fun?" he laughed.
"Yea. Listen, my legs are bored, walk me over to the food place over there." she said as she hauled herself off the bench. He grabbed her hand as she leaned into his arm.
"VASH THE STAMPEDE." Came a rather angry voice behind the two.
"Uh oh." Vash said in a very small voice.
"What is it?" Jak asked worrily.
Vash slowly spun around on his heel, litterally clinging to poor little Jak. What he saw infront of him could scare the living daylights out of the worst outlaw on the planet.
(Hey wait, he is.....)
"Uh, hi meryl." he siad very quietly.
"YOU DIDN'T WRITE. YOU DIDN'T STAY. YOU LEFT THE HOUSE. I CAME BACK AND BOOM! YOU WERE GONE. G-O-N-E. I HAVE BEEN WORRIED SICK MISTER. JUST TO SEE YOU HANGING OUT WITH THIS, THIS, THIS..... HOITY TOITY BITCH." she yelled at the top of her lungs.
*SMACK!*
"Bitch!" Meryl yelled again.
"No one calls me a bitch. And no one yells at my man." Jak said holding a stinging hand out to her side.
"It's ok Jak. I would have yelled at me....."
"SHUT UP VASHU!" Jak yelled.
"Eep!"
"I cannot believe you buddy. You left me for her?" Meryl said more calmly.
"We were togeather before you were even born." Jak said cooly.
"WAS I TALKING TO YOU?" Meryl yelled at her.
"Noooo. You wernt. But you have scared Vashu shitless." she laughed, wrapping her arms around Vash's stomach.
Vash wimpered in a small voice, "Its true, you scare me Meryl."
"Shut it Vash." she yelled as agelines creased across her face. Vash frowned for a few seconds before he let out a sigh.
"What is it Vash? Why are you looking at me like that?" Meryl shot out with discomfort in her eyes.
"I was just thinking Meryl. What has it been? Almost 2 years? I am looking at you know, and seeing how much 2 years took onto you. And now I think to myself, I can't fall in love with a human. It is impossible." Vash said with a small satisfaction of relief on his face.
"What do you mean Vash?" Meryl asked in a shaky voice.
"We would grow with the years, and you would become an old lady, as I remained youthful and full of energy. You, being human, would eventually have to die, and leave me here on this God forsaken planet to rot in my greif. I don't want that, and I know it would pain you to see me like that from above." he said as a single tear fell onto the dusty earth, making a small splash before being absorbed into the ground. From the single tear grew a single flower, a red geranimum, sprouting up and blooming. Vash looked up from the flower. He had cried his last tear for her, he had given her up, he had promised to himself not to cry again over the single flower.
Meryl stared at him in disbelief as he gave a small smile, grabbed Jak's wrist, and walked away.
She looked back down at the flower. Her flower. It was the last thing she would get out of him, and although she didn't fully understand why it grew as it did, she bent over and snapped the stem, and held the petals up to her face, taking in the beauty. Unbenownst to her, it would be the last time she would ever encounter the Humanoid Typhoon, the heartless jerk, the Legendary Outlaw, the friend.
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Ok, Meryl and Milly are out of the story now. I hate it when authors just keep making up more and more and more characters to confuse the hell out of you. Since the re-introduction of Knives and the new introduction of Nyra was a must to the plot, I decided to remove Meryl and Milly from the story. They really didn't have much of a point in my mind. So, I killed them. Not litterally. You get what I mean. And by that little speech Vash gave about him living on in greif, a good example is in Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, when the Elf chick (Cant think of her damn name at the second) has to leave to elron or something..... Watch it and see.
And if you want a really close represention of what Jak looks like, check out either the cover to the PS2 game XtremeG3 or watch the movie Underworld, and picture the main chick with a bright red jump suit, instead of being all black.
Sweet huh.
Nuclear.
Woa, that was weird....
On with the ness...
***Chapter 12**********
AN: Ok, first part of this chapter is explanation. I am skipping 2 years. I just need to get some more stuff into this story than Jak and Vash and Knives in a circle of love and hate. You know how that goes. And that scary person from the last chapter is coming up...
Mowahahaha.
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2 years had passed since Knives and the Insurance Girls walked out of Jak and Vash's lives.
The two had wandered around togeather, getting into fights and leaving the town, it wasn't easy being two of the most wanted outlaws on the planet.
Their relationship with one another had grown into great friendship. The kind where it molds from lust into love, then into life long companions, leaving he need for lust along the way.
In truth, they loved each other more than anything in the world, and would do anything for each other, but it hadnt gone past a hug or a kiss on the cheek for over a year.
Where the story picks up now, they are living in a small town called Prevail. The entirity of the town was around 100 men, women, and children, and they all knew and respected the situation of the two outlaws. They knew of the combined total of 110 Billion Double Dollars, but they loved the couple so much, they could never turn on either of them.
Vash and Jak have been living in Prevail for around 8 months now, in a small house by the bakery. It was a simple one story house, with a few rooms. They didn't need much.
Ok, now to the story.
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Vash opened the closet door and rooted around for some clothes. Slidding back the curtain rod, he caught glimpse of something red. Grabbing the material, he yanked.
Out slid the one thing he didn't want to see again. His coat. And slid into the pocket was a brown leather strap surrounding a silver revolver.
He let out a sigh and clucked it back into the closet. Back into dead memories.
Finally getting some decent clothes, he put them on and walked into the kitchen, where Jak was making breakfast.
"Morning sleepy head!" she said as she put some eggs and bacon on the table for him.
"Yea," He grumbled as he stuffed fork fulls of the eggs into his mouth.
He had a part time job down at the general store, and, to say the least, he was always late.
"I have to go," he said as he grabbed his sweatshirt and started out the door.
"Hey!" she yelled after him. "No good bye today?"
"See ya." he said as he ran back over and gave her a fast hug goodbye. She grinned at his stupid smile as he ran haphazardly out of the house.
She washed her hands under the spicket and went up to her and Vash's room. Pulling open her closet door, she found a sweatshirt and threw it over her head. Today had been overly cold for the desert planet.
She turned around to see a cloaked figure framed the doorway.
"Hello?" she asked, approaching the figure.
The figure responded by lifting a huge sliver thing from the inside of it's cloak. Jak gave a huge gasp. The sliver thing began glowing and making a strange whirring sound.
"You remember this Jakar?DO YOU REMEMBER?" came a low voice from under the hood as it looked up. Piericing red eyes shone out from the shadow, before Jak's world went black.
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Vash was streaking from building to building back to his house when he felt the awesome power erupting. Seeing the huge white light, he ducked into a nearby alley and croached down, covering his head. He felt the buildings crash down around him as the entire town errupted in the blinding white light.
After a few seconds, the light receded, and Vash pulled his head up. "Oh my God." he said as he threw the concrete chunks off of him and continued towards his house.
He heard a sound behind him and out of the corner of his eye, saw a figure run back behind him. Sliding to a stop, he turned around.
Standing in the center of the rubble, a figure in black raised its head towards him.
"It's to late. She's dead." was the deep voice that emanated from its throat. "As are you."
The figure raised a black gun into he air and a shot rang out.
The black figure dropped it's gun and hunched over, clutching its side. Vash put his left arm back to his side, gun smoking.
"You of all people should know I am always armed, brother." Vash said.
The figure lifted its head. The hood fell away from its face to reveal a scarred complextion. The blue eyes shimmered in the sun. Lifting his head to full extent, he laughed.
"So, what happened to you?" Vash asked.
A scar ran from his scalp clear down over his eye and across his cheek, disappearing into the cloak. Another ran from the side of his cheek across his lip and stopped at his chin. He had let his hair grow long, and untamed, it flowed down longer than Vash had ever let it grow.
"Those damn spiders." was all he said. "Good thing I found a running mate though." he chuckled. At that sentence, another figure came from no where. Stopping, it glanced at Vash, then to Knives.
"Idiot." the figure said, scooping up the fallen comrade and vanashing.
Vash looked after the receding figure, debating on wether or not he shold follow his brother and the stranger, but a horrid scream entered his mind.
'God, help me Vash!' piereced his entire head.
He took off back toward the house. Apon ariving, he saw the destruction started here. The entire building was leveled. Running into the middle, he began picking up the pieces of wood and chunks of concrete and threw them away.
"Jak! JAK!" He started yelling in frustration. He stopped for a second and glanced around. Then he saw it. Over to the left, he saw a fragile hand poking out from under the wood. Stumbling over, he ripped the boards off the pile until he saw the still form of Jak wedged under a chunk of concrete.
"Good God, Jak! Wake up!" He yelled out as tears ran down his face. "Come on, don't go, please wake UP!" He yelled as he threw off the final board.
She laid in a heap, blood streaming down her face and onto her pale blue sweater. He scooped up her limp form and held her head up towards his face. "Wake up," he gave her a gentle shake. He head limply fell over onto his shoulder. He began to move out of the rubble when a young man of about 23 ran over. He himself was covered in dirt and blood. He was obviously scouting for survivers.
"Is she ok?" he asked.
"No, shes not ok, Im not ok, WHY DID THAT BASTARD COME BACK!" Vash yelled in frustration.
"Here, we have a small area down this way for injured people." the boy said as he pointed down the wrecked street.
Vash glared up ino the sky for a moment. Making a face, he shoved Jak into the boys arms. "Take her down there. I will be back in a little while." he said as he walked back into the rubble.
He watched as the young man ran down the street and turned the corner. Vash sat down on a huge chunk of concrete and balled his fists up. Slamming them down onto the concrete, he let out a scream of anger. Tears streaming down his face, he began going through the rubble of his house like a windmill. Throwing board off of board, he rummaged for hours.
Coming across a box, he threw it open. Grinning, he saw the first half of what he wanted. Stripping down to his underwear, he pulled the brownish- black leather over his legs, and snapped the snaps over. Then he moved to the top, pulling it over his chest and arms, and snapping the buckles and tying the strings.
Throwing over a few more boards, he caught sight of something he never wanted to see again. Grabbing the red material, he pulled it free and sat down on his chunk of concrete. Pulling the holster and revolver out of the pocket, he fastened the two straps around his waist. Pulling out the gun, he snapped it open and loaded it.
Grabbing the coat, he pulled it over his head, and threw his hands through his hair, pushing the spykes back into place. He slid his finger into his pocket, and ran into an object. Pulling it out, he grinned almost evilly, and put the glasses over the bridge of his nose.
Digging in the box again, he puled out three more things. A black coat, a red suit, and a black holster, empty of its gun.
He took off down the road. Veering to the left, he saw the small group of people. Walking through the group, he earned a lot of strange stares. He was used to them. He live 110 years of his life in weird stares.
He saw Jak laying unconcious on a bed. Walking over to her, he lifted her head up. Clearing his mine, he spoke out.
"Jak, wake up please. Its time to go."
The man looking after her objected. "She cannot leave yet! Look at her!"
Vash glared daggers at him through his yellow glasses. "I am taking her."
He scooped her up and started walking away. A small tap came to his shoulder as he was walking away, holding Jak to his chest.
He turned around to see the boy who had carried her away earlier. He looked particurally angry.
"Do you know who did this? Vash the Stampede?"
"Unfortunantly."
"Then I pin this on you. Another town to your record."
"Oh well. Because I have the reassurance of knowing I didn't do it this time." With that, the Humanoid Typhoon walked out of town, clutching the bandaged woman to his chest as if she was a rag doll.
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"You are such an idiot Knives. I give you the simple task of killing your good for nothing brother, and you can't even do that." the womans voice came from under the hood.
"Excuse me, miss high and mighty." he snarled back. She threw her hood off her face to reveal the ageless beauty in her skin. Minus the large scar grazing the left side of her skull. Her grey eyes shone a never-ending anger, yet a calm reassurance by the days events.
"I love you anyways Knives," she laughed as she wrapped the bandages around his naked chest.
Knives scrunched his face up in pain as she shoved her fingers into the deep side wound and pulled the bullet out of skin, then quickly shoving the bandages up over the hole.
"God woman, you know I hate it when you do that!" he said as hot tears of excruation leaked from his eyes.
"Get over it you big baby. Now, get up, that nuscance of a brother is going to be mad I killed his woman."
"She was mine. He stole her."
"She was his to begins with. You have only been mine. No one else's." She smirked as she leaned over and kissed him.
He started to smile when she broke away and grabbed him under the chin.
"Now, Get up." she said as she pulled him to his feet.
"Yes ma'am."
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It had been nearly four days before Jak woke in the dark. She sat up quickly and gave out a sharp shrill of pain.
Vash heard her and jumped out of his sleep. Crawling over, he wrapped her into a tight hug and started crying.
"Good God, thank the lord you are ok." he said as he stroked her hair.
"Ow, you are hurting me you big lump..." she growled.
"Sorry,"
"So, what happened? Why did we leave?" she asked, laying back down.
"Someone tried to kill you, and in the process, destroyed the entire town. Now, I am on a mission to find my idiotic brother." Vash sighed.
"Figures. And I know who the other person was. Hard to believe it was her though." Jak said as she grabbed at the chain around her neck.
"Who was it? Comeon... tell meeee....." Vash begged.
"Ok, I was gonna tell you anyways. Its my sister, Nyra. I swore I lilled her all those years ago. I pulled the damn trigger Vash. I watched her fall over in a pool of blood." She looked at him with troubled eyes.
"Sorry. I can't help you there." he gave a small laugh.
"Don't you laugh at me mister Stampede."
"Now, why would I do that? Now, up ya go, I haven't got a chance to change your bandages yet with all the sleeping you have been doing." he smiled as he held up tape and some siccors.
"Gir. Why me?" she mummbled.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing..."
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The two women walked into the smoldering ruins.
One gasped.
The other fell to her knees.
"What did you do this time Vash?" she said as she put her head in her hands.
"Someone is coming!"
A figure melted out of the still hanging dust.
"Can I help you ladies?" the young man asked.
"Yes. I am Meryl Strife, and this is Milly Tompson. We are looking for Vash the Stampede, and were told he lived here, in this town." she said quietly.
"Oh. Him." the boy said, "He left a few days back with his woman. Ya see, these strange people in town came in, and went into their house. Well, went all nice and good and pissed Vash off. He blew the hole town into smitherenes. Then he picked up his woman and left." the boy twisted and bent the entire story, save the fact that they left.
And the girls believed him.
"Meryl, he did it again. He blew up another town." Milly wimpererd.
"He has another woman?" Meryl said shakily.
"Yea, names Jak, er summthin. She has a pretty bounty on her head as well." the man said.
"Meryl, I am so sorry. I know how much you loved him..." Milly said as Meryl broke out into tears.
"Do you know where they went?"
"Headed towards the city of Timberland. A few days drive."
Meryl straightened her shoulders and dried her eyes. "Lets go Milly. We have some driving to do."
"Ok Meryl!"
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AN: I could end here, but I am, really bored.....
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"Jesus, you are HEAVY Jak..." Vash groaned.
"Well, it wasn't my brilliant idea to leave the freaking town without a car. You nerd." she laughed.
She had been on his back for nearly a day, as she wasn't able to walk to well for very long without cramping up. So he gave her a piggy back ride.
"Hey, Jak?"
"Yea Vashu?"
"Am I hallucinating, or is that a town up there?"
"Seems that way."
"Yey!" With a renewed sense of energy, he took off running toward the town.
"Vashu! Slow down boy! I feel like I am riding a wild thomas!" Jak yelled.
"Can't...*pant* stop.... to.... *pant* hungry!" Vash gasped.
Jak gave a sigh and put her hands on top of his head. "You nerd." she mummbled.
He went streaking across the desert faster than he had ever gone with a person on his back, showing up at a town called Timberland in under 15 minutes.
Setting Jak down on a bench in the center of town, he plopped down and tried to regain his breath.
"Whew! Wasn't that fun?" he laughed.
"Yea. Listen, my legs are bored, walk me over to the food place over there." she said as she hauled herself off the bench. He grabbed her hand as she leaned into his arm.
"VASH THE STAMPEDE." Came a rather angry voice behind the two.
"Uh oh." Vash said in a very small voice.
"What is it?" Jak asked worrily.
Vash slowly spun around on his heel, litterally clinging to poor little Jak. What he saw infront of him could scare the living daylights out of the worst outlaw on the planet.
(Hey wait, he is.....)
"Uh, hi meryl." he siad very quietly.
"YOU DIDN'T WRITE. YOU DIDN'T STAY. YOU LEFT THE HOUSE. I CAME BACK AND BOOM! YOU WERE GONE. G-O-N-E. I HAVE BEEN WORRIED SICK MISTER. JUST TO SEE YOU HANGING OUT WITH THIS, THIS, THIS..... HOITY TOITY BITCH." she yelled at the top of her lungs.
*SMACK!*
"Bitch!" Meryl yelled again.
"No one calls me a bitch. And no one yells at my man." Jak said holding a stinging hand out to her side.
"It's ok Jak. I would have yelled at me....."
"SHUT UP VASHU!" Jak yelled.
"Eep!"
"I cannot believe you buddy. You left me for her?" Meryl said more calmly.
"We were togeather before you were even born." Jak said cooly.
"WAS I TALKING TO YOU?" Meryl yelled at her.
"Noooo. You wernt. But you have scared Vashu shitless." she laughed, wrapping her arms around Vash's stomach.
Vash wimpered in a small voice, "Its true, you scare me Meryl."
"Shut it Vash." she yelled as agelines creased across her face. Vash frowned for a few seconds before he let out a sigh.
"What is it Vash? Why are you looking at me like that?" Meryl shot out with discomfort in her eyes.
"I was just thinking Meryl. What has it been? Almost 2 years? I am looking at you know, and seeing how much 2 years took onto you. And now I think to myself, I can't fall in love with a human. It is impossible." Vash said with a small satisfaction of relief on his face.
"What do you mean Vash?" Meryl asked in a shaky voice.
"We would grow with the years, and you would become an old lady, as I remained youthful and full of energy. You, being human, would eventually have to die, and leave me here on this God forsaken planet to rot in my greif. I don't want that, and I know it would pain you to see me like that from above." he said as a single tear fell onto the dusty earth, making a small splash before being absorbed into the ground. From the single tear grew a single flower, a red geranimum, sprouting up and blooming. Vash looked up from the flower. He had cried his last tear for her, he had given her up, he had promised to himself not to cry again over the single flower.
Meryl stared at him in disbelief as he gave a small smile, grabbed Jak's wrist, and walked away.
She looked back down at the flower. Her flower. It was the last thing she would get out of him, and although she didn't fully understand why it grew as it did, she bent over and snapped the stem, and held the petals up to her face, taking in the beauty. Unbenownst to her, it would be the last time she would ever encounter the Humanoid Typhoon, the heartless jerk, the Legendary Outlaw, the friend.
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Ok, Meryl and Milly are out of the story now. I hate it when authors just keep making up more and more and more characters to confuse the hell out of you. Since the re-introduction of Knives and the new introduction of Nyra was a must to the plot, I decided to remove Meryl and Milly from the story. They really didn't have much of a point in my mind. So, I killed them. Not litterally. You get what I mean. And by that little speech Vash gave about him living on in greif, a good example is in Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, when the Elf chick (Cant think of her damn name at the second) has to leave to elron or something..... Watch it and see.
And if you want a really close represention of what Jak looks like, check out either the cover to the PS2 game XtremeG3 or watch the movie Underworld, and picture the main chick with a bright red jump suit, instead of being all black.
Sweet huh.
Nuclear.
