Hello! It's been a long time since I wrote a fic, ne? Eh, can't be helped. I got the idea for this story from Scarlet Rurouni and Thestral1. I have their permission to use the story idea (sort of), but I'm doing it slightly different, so that I don't copy them. Ain't I smart? *crickets chirp* …bah, whatever. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. Please don't sue. PLEASE!!!
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I held the locket up to eye level. "A magical necklace?"
"Yes," the crusty old man said excitedly, rubbing his hands together. "The Closet Locket can transport you to another world, another reality. There are dangers though. Bring anything from an alien world to this one, and you can not go back until the next new moon."
I gave the shopkeeper a look. I didn't buy the fairy tale, but the charm was pretty cool. "I'll take it," I said, digging into my pocket. "What's the damage?"
"Seventeen dollars."
"Seventeen bucks? What is this, a highway robbery?!" I muttered, pulling out a twenty.
Money was exchanged, and I left the shop. "Cheap antiques indeed," I muttered, "I barely have enough money for a bus ride home!"
I sat down on the bench at the bus stop and took a closer look at the locket. It looked like it was made of gold, and was very tarnished. It was shaped like a teardrop, and the back part was a little bit bigger than the front. A complicated design was engraved on the little door thing with a small pearl at the center. I was about to open it when the bus rolled up. I pocketed my trinket and got on.
I stared out the window as the world flashed by outside. Shoot, I need to write that essay for English class! How do I let these things get by me…and I've barely started on that chapter I promised to write for the Trigun collaboration! Stupid Writer's Block. For the rest of the ride I tried to force a story past the invisible brick wall in my imagination.
The bus reached my stop, and I got off, heading for home. I'd finally gotten a not-so-crappy idea, and was trying to work with it. I was so focused I nearly missed my house. Nice one, Ellie no baka!
I wasn't tow step into the house when my mom yelled for me. "Honey! Your father and I will be away for a week. Take care of your sister!"
"Okay, Mom!" I yelled, running to my room.
Jumping on my bed, I turned on the radio and pulled out my laptop. "Okay, let's see how far I get before the Writer's Block catches up to me. Where did I leave off last time…ah, there it is." I delved back into the story I was franticly trying to keep from dying.
An hour later found me struggling with the cursed Block again. " 'Vash ran down the alley, and…' Damnit! I lost it again!" I groaned and fell back on my pillows. "And I was so close, too…guess I should save for the night. Third time I've hit a wall."
I tucked my laptop back under my bed, and was about to go get dinner when I remembered the locket. "Where'd I put my old jewelry box?" I muttered, searching my room. "Oi! Jamie!" I yelled, "Did you take my box?"
"Yeah, but I put it back in your closet!" she yelled back.
"Ugh, couldn't put it on my dresser or something, could you? Little rat," I strode over to my closet. "Ah well, can't be--" I opened the door. "Huh?"
Instead of the hanging jackets and pants I expected, I was staring into a small, vacant, wood-walled room. One table stood in the corner, and another door was set into the opposite wall, along with a grimy window. I slowly stepped into the room. "This is new…"
The door slammed shut behind me, startling me and causing the locket to drop from my already sweaty hands. I whirled around and yanked the door open. Unfortunately, it no longer led to my bedroom, but a room similar to the one I was in now.
"Not good."
Gunfire sounded outside, making my heart jump into my throat. The bangs and shouting came closer, and I searched for someplace to hide. Finding no alternative, I leapt behind the table, knocking it over as I went. The door that once led to my world slammed shut of it's own accord, and the other burst open, admitting--
Vash the Stampede?!
My mind reeled at the sight I was seeing. How the hell can this be? He's an anime character! Ink and paper! As though I was being hit on the head like a melon, I remembered what the old shopkeeper had told me. The damned locket! That's what did this! I am so going to kill that geezer the next time I see him…
While I was experiencing the revelation of a lifetime, Vash had noticed the locket on the floor and was inspecting it. "Hm? What's this doing here?" he pondered.
"He's in here!" a man yelled outside, startling both me and Vash.
"Shit!" Vash raced across the room to the other door, locket in hand--
"Ah! Wait!" I shrieked, lunging after him. I grabbed his waist just as he opened the door--
We tumbled into my room, and I quickly got up and shut the door to what was once my closet. "Baka! Gimme that!" I swiped the locket out of the startled Humanoid Typhoon's hands. "Do you always pick things up off the ground and take them for yourself?"
Vash was speechless. "S-sorry, I didn't--"
"No, no, of course you didn't," I murmured. "You wouldn't know what this is, what was I thinking?" I rubbed my temples. "Okay, those men should be gone by now, I just need to send him back…"
Absentmindedly, I grabbed the confused gunman's wrist and hauled him over to my closet door, opened it, walked inside--
And slammed into the back wall of my now very small closet.
"Uh…what are you doing?" Vash asked me.
"Well, I was trying to send you back where you belong--" Another flashback. "Crap! You can't go back until the next new moon! That's two weeks from now! Aw, man…" I turned and looked up at Vash's confused face. "Looks like you're stuck here for a while…"
He blinked. "Right, but…where's here? I'm guessing I'm not on Gunsmoke any more?"
"Right in one. Welcome to Earth." I said simply.
The great Humanoid Typhoon, who had stood up to countless horrors and withstood many terrible shocks, promptly fainted upon hearing this information. Well, he sort of wobbled a bit before fainting, but I there was no getting around the fact that having a unconscious seven-foot-two gunman laying on top of you is not very comfortable.
"Note to self: buffer all shocking information when in falling range."
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Ha hah! Fear the shortness of it! But have no fear; the next chapter shall be longer! …I hope.
Please review! I need to know if I should shoot myself or not!
