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That night in the town there was a big celebration for the yearly quick draw competition. Vash walked into town and heard all the guns being fired off in celebration. He walked back into the saloon and saw a bunch of men who wanted to enter, but only 16 slots were available on the drawing board.
"Quiet." The bartender shouted.
"I now declare the quick draw competition open. Each man must fight once a day. Anyone can challenge anyone. The time will be picked out of the hat for the duration. Any fighter can have whatever he wants courtesy of Mr. Knives, but the man who wins gets this. $$60,000,000,000" He explained as he opened the lock box to reveal the sixty billion double dollars cash to everyone.
Vash sat across the room as Dominique gave him a look.
"Now do we have any real gunmen around here?" the bartender said as he was ready to write names into the brackets on the chalkboard.
"Yes, me." A bearded man said standing up.
"Cliff Schezar, champion in my city." He said as the bartender wrote his name on the board.
Bostalk turned his attention to them.
"Put a skull up there, everyone will know its Grim Reaper Bostalk." He said. The bartender drew a skull in one of the brackets.
"I think you had better put me and my friend Midvalley up there." The man with blue hair said.
"What are you doing? I ain't joining a contest." Midvalley said.
"I had no idea you were such a coward, I wonder if your playing is as bad as your shooting." The man said, egging him on.
"You haven't heard bad music yet boy." Midvalley said, standing up.
"Whoa hold it. It's a shooting contest my friend, we aim and fire, you get the point." He replied.
"Fine, put my name up there." Midvalley said, the bartender wrote both their names down then asked if there was anymore who wanted to join.
"Loose Ruth." The man from before who slammed the door on Vash said as he lit a cigarette.
"Anyone else?" bartender asked.
"Monev the Gale, puny men will leave the town broken in two." A big muscular man said while standing up, he had a big cannon attached to his arm.
"Me too." Dominique said after seeing the money.
The blue haired man went over to Vash. "I sense we are alike. You look like you have been through hell and back as have I. "My name is Bluesummers, but everyone calls me Legato." He said.
"You don't say." Vash said, not really caring.
A young girl with short black hair sat next to Vash and eyed him.
"And you are?" Vash asked.
"Meryl Strife, I'm new in town and I'm just trying to make some friends handsome." She said. Vash noticed a derringer on her person
"So am I." Vash said, not taking her eyes off her.
"Put me in, I'm Frank Marlon, the pride of Warrens." Another man said.
Suddenly a tall man with short light blonde hair wearing a red and white suit walked in accompanied by two body guards with machine guns. Vash saw him and stared him down coldly. The wind blew as he walked in. It was like the world shook in his presence. Everyone turned to him.
"So, how many brave people do we have?" he asked the bartender
"There are 12 right now Mr. Knives, or 13 if you count Cain but he and Chapel aren't back yet." he said.
"They'll be here, their just doing a small job for me right now." Knives said. When he saw Legato's name on the board he gave him an angered look. Knives looked back at the bartender.
"Add my name to the list." Knives said.
"Yes sir." he said, putting Knives' name on the board as the self proclaimed mayor took a seat at his private table.
All of a sudden a chained man was thrown into the saloon. He rolled on the floor before he hit the counter. In walked Cain and Chapel. Knives' personal errand boys.
"We beat the hell out of him." Cain said.
"He's nothing without this." Chapel said, brining in a cross shaped suitcase that he took from the man.
Vash looked at the man and saw he was a priest dressed in a black suit. He had black hair and big blue eyes and bruises from trying to fight back.
"Hello Nick. I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it in time, it's been awhile." Knives said.
"I heard you had a church turned orphanage in December city, your own little piece of Heaven with you and the little orphans praying to god. All that hard work for nothing." Knives said.
"We burned it down like you said to Mr. Knives." Chapel said as he and Cain stood Nick up.
"You used to be fast with a gun Nick, are you still fast?" Knives asked. Nick said nothing.
The people began to laugh at him.
"Are you still fast?!!!!!" Knives shouted, throwing his drink at Nick, who instinctively caught it
"I'm just as fast then you are, but violence is no longer in my vocabulary." Nick said.
"We'll see, string him up on the chair." Knives said as he kicked a chair into the center of the room and threw Chapel a noose. They put the noose around Nick and threw the rope over a rafter as he stood on a chair. Knives took a gun from his men and aimed it at the chair legs.
"I want you in this contest Nick." Knives said.
"Never." Nick said.
"Think about it, that's a lot of money." Knives said. After no answer he shot three of the chair legs. One more and Nick was a goner.
Before he could shoot Vash stuck his arm up.
"Sign me up!!" he said.
"No Chinamen can compete in the contest, it's against the rules." The bartender said.
"There's no rule against it. Look at him; he probably can't shoot for shit." Knives said, laughing as well as the rest of them.
"Adios preacher." Knives said as he shot the last leg and doomed Nick.
Vash drew his big and shiny silver revolver and fired quickly, breaking the rope and saving Nick. Knives and everyone else there was stunned as Vash spun his handgun and put it back in the holster and then sat back down.
Knives grinned. "Put them both in the contest." He said
"Free drinks for all fighters." The bartender said as the men took Nick outside and chained him to the statue.
That night Vash dreamed of the brunette from the picture, and a young blonde boy talking to her, and a shadowy figure looming over them.
The party went on all night. In the morning Vash woke up on a hard bed and saw Meryl lying next to him.
"Good morning handsome." She said.
"What happened?" he asked.
"You look like you had fun last night." Legato said as he stood at the counter outside the bedroom. They were in his gun shop.
"You won that drinking contest, but then you won me in poker." Meryl explained, getting dressed.
"My head feels like it's been run over by a coach." Vash said, putting on his black shirt to cover his scars and then he put on his red coat.
"This bed is like a rock, how do you sleep on this Legato?" Vash asked.
"If I don't then people will steal it." He explained. Vash moved the sheet up and saw 5 or 6 kegs of TNT under the bed.
"So, who are you going to challenge today?" Legato asked, playing with a white Colt pistol
"Knives." Vash said, standing up.
"Ooh, bad idea. I'm the only one who can take him and I ain't rushing into that." Legato said.
"Why not?" Vash asked.
"Well hell, he's my father." Legato said, walking out. Vash's eyes widened when he said that.
That night in the town there was a big celebration for the yearly quick draw competition. Vash walked into town and heard all the guns being fired off in celebration. He walked back into the saloon and saw a bunch of men who wanted to enter, but only 16 slots were available on the drawing board.
"Quiet." The bartender shouted.
"I now declare the quick draw competition open. Each man must fight once a day. Anyone can challenge anyone. The time will be picked out of the hat for the duration. Any fighter can have whatever he wants courtesy of Mr. Knives, but the man who wins gets this. $$60,000,000,000" He explained as he opened the lock box to reveal the sixty billion double dollars cash to everyone.
Vash sat across the room as Dominique gave him a look.
"Now do we have any real gunmen around here?" the bartender said as he was ready to write names into the brackets on the chalkboard.
"Yes, me." A bearded man said standing up.
"Cliff Schezar, champion in my city." He said as the bartender wrote his name on the board.
Bostalk turned his attention to them.
"Put a skull up there, everyone will know its Grim Reaper Bostalk." He said. The bartender drew a skull in one of the brackets.
"I think you had better put me and my friend Midvalley up there." The man with blue hair said.
"What are you doing? I ain't joining a contest." Midvalley said.
"I had no idea you were such a coward, I wonder if your playing is as bad as your shooting." The man said, egging him on.
"You haven't heard bad music yet boy." Midvalley said, standing up.
"Whoa hold it. It's a shooting contest my friend, we aim and fire, you get the point." He replied.
"Fine, put my name up there." Midvalley said, the bartender wrote both their names down then asked if there was anymore who wanted to join.
"Loose Ruth." The man from before who slammed the door on Vash said as he lit a cigarette.
"Anyone else?" bartender asked.
"Monev the Gale, puny men will leave the town broken in two." A big muscular man said while standing up, he had a big cannon attached to his arm.
"Me too." Dominique said after seeing the money.
The blue haired man went over to Vash. "I sense we are alike. You look like you have been through hell and back as have I. "My name is Bluesummers, but everyone calls me Legato." He said.
"You don't say." Vash said, not really caring.
A young girl with short black hair sat next to Vash and eyed him.
"And you are?" Vash asked.
"Meryl Strife, I'm new in town and I'm just trying to make some friends handsome." She said. Vash noticed a derringer on her person
"So am I." Vash said, not taking her eyes off her.
"Put me in, I'm Frank Marlon, the pride of Warrens." Another man said.
Suddenly a tall man with short light blonde hair wearing a red and white suit walked in accompanied by two body guards with machine guns. Vash saw him and stared him down coldly. The wind blew as he walked in. It was like the world shook in his presence. Everyone turned to him.
"So, how many brave people do we have?" he asked the bartender
"There are 12 right now Mr. Knives, or 13 if you count Cain but he and Chapel aren't back yet." he said.
"They'll be here, their just doing a small job for me right now." Knives said. When he saw Legato's name on the board he gave him an angered look. Knives looked back at the bartender.
"Add my name to the list." Knives said.
"Yes sir." he said, putting Knives' name on the board as the self proclaimed mayor took a seat at his private table.
All of a sudden a chained man was thrown into the saloon. He rolled on the floor before he hit the counter. In walked Cain and Chapel. Knives' personal errand boys.
"We beat the hell out of him." Cain said.
"He's nothing without this." Chapel said, brining in a cross shaped suitcase that he took from the man.
Vash looked at the man and saw he was a priest dressed in a black suit. He had black hair and big blue eyes and bruises from trying to fight back.
"Hello Nick. I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it in time, it's been awhile." Knives said.
"I heard you had a church turned orphanage in December city, your own little piece of Heaven with you and the little orphans praying to god. All that hard work for nothing." Knives said.
"We burned it down like you said to Mr. Knives." Chapel said as he and Cain stood Nick up.
"You used to be fast with a gun Nick, are you still fast?" Knives asked. Nick said nothing.
The people began to laugh at him.
"Are you still fast?!!!!!" Knives shouted, throwing his drink at Nick, who instinctively caught it
"I'm just as fast then you are, but violence is no longer in my vocabulary." Nick said.
"We'll see, string him up on the chair." Knives said as he kicked a chair into the center of the room and threw Chapel a noose. They put the noose around Nick and threw the rope over a rafter as he stood on a chair. Knives took a gun from his men and aimed it at the chair legs.
"I want you in this contest Nick." Knives said.
"Never." Nick said.
"Think about it, that's a lot of money." Knives said. After no answer he shot three of the chair legs. One more and Nick was a goner.
Before he could shoot Vash stuck his arm up.
"Sign me up!!" he said.
"No Chinamen can compete in the contest, it's against the rules." The bartender said.
"There's no rule against it. Look at him; he probably can't shoot for shit." Knives said, laughing as well as the rest of them.
"Adios preacher." Knives said as he shot the last leg and doomed Nick.
Vash drew his big and shiny silver revolver and fired quickly, breaking the rope and saving Nick. Knives and everyone else there was stunned as Vash spun his handgun and put it back in the holster and then sat back down.
Knives grinned. "Put them both in the contest." He said
"Free drinks for all fighters." The bartender said as the men took Nick outside and chained him to the statue.
That night Vash dreamed of the brunette from the picture, and a young blonde boy talking to her, and a shadowy figure looming over them.
The party went on all night. In the morning Vash woke up on a hard bed and saw Meryl lying next to him.
"Good morning handsome." She said.
"What happened?" he asked.
"You look like you had fun last night." Legato said as he stood at the counter outside the bedroom. They were in his gun shop.
"You won that drinking contest, but then you won me in poker." Meryl explained, getting dressed.
"My head feels like it's been run over by a coach." Vash said, putting on his black shirt to cover his scars and then he put on his red coat.
"This bed is like a rock, how do you sleep on this Legato?" Vash asked.
"If I don't then people will steal it." He explained. Vash moved the sheet up and saw 5 or 6 kegs of TNT under the bed.
"So, who are you going to challenge today?" Legato asked, playing with a white Colt pistol
"Knives." Vash said, standing up.
"Ooh, bad idea. I'm the only one who can take him and I ain't rushing into that." Legato said.
"Why not?" Vash asked.
"Well hell, he's my father." Legato said, walking out. Vash's eyes widened when he said that.
