Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun, DDR, and all of that other good junk.
Hunting For The Elusive Mayfly Known As Love...Not
Chapter 5
First Meeting
The sky was stormy...as usual. Meryl turned over in bed. Today was Friday...at LAST!
Today after school, Meryl was going to the circus that had come to town two days earlier. And! Today was going to be an easy day because Vash had killed off her Algebra teacher and Drama teacher, so Cooking was the only thing scheduled for the day.
As she arrived through the doors, she was met with colorful flyers and banners that pointed her in the direction of the auditorium for an early meeting. Curious as to see what Principal FishCreme wanted, she obliged and waited in the auditorium.
"Hey Meryl," Meryl turned and almost facefaulted.
"Nick! What the heck are you doing standing there wearing a Halloween mask over your face!? ...And why is it of our Vice-President?"
"Come on," Nick laughed. "No one will EVER recognize me in this mask."
"Hey Nick," Midvalley snickered as he walked by. "I see you got plastic surgery. It did you good." He laughed and Nick flared.
"PLASTIC SURGERY!? ON MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!? THAT'S A SIN!"
"I thought you said that no one would recognize you in that mask." Meryl said, narrowing her eyes.
"Nick?" Milly came up behind Nick, horror held in her expression. "I thought you were dead!"
"Oh, hi Milly!" Nick waved. "I'm not dead, well...unless you're counting the countless sins that I have committed that are can't be atoned for and..."
"What happened to you?" Demonte was the one to ask as he entered the small group.
"Oh thanks heavens you asked!" Nick grabbed the collar of Demonte's black shirt. "It's a long story, although it's kind of a short one."
Demonte was not amused. "Nick, I drove you to school this morning. Where did you get the time to buy a Halloween mask of our Vice-President?"
"Actually, I kind of took it from our dead drama teacher's box of political masks." Nick laughed.
"DEAD DRAMA TEACHER!?" Demonte's jaw dropped to the ground. "You mean like yesterday when that blue-haired guy killed our science teacher!?"
"Woah," Nick and Milly turned to Meryl. "I didn't know that Legato killed Mrs. Finch." Nick shook his head.
"Oh my gosh!" Milly held her head in her hands. "Legato killed Mrs. Finch!?"
"Well," Meryl smiled nervously, "...Kinda."
"Kinda? KINDA!?" Nick put a comforting arm around the sobbing Milly as he pointed a dictating finger at Meryl. "How can you KINDA kill someone!? Did you even give her a eulogy?" Silence. "NO!? YOU DIDN'T!?"
Demonte threw a hand over Nick's mouth and hissed softly to him. "NICK! Not everyone needs to know our problems!"
"Hey guys!" Vash laughed as he walked up, an arm around Melissa's waist. "What's going on?"
"Hey Vash," Nick waved as Demonte took his hand away from Nick's mouth.
"WOLFWOOD!?" Vash nearly collapsed. "BUT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DE-"
It was Vash's turn to receive the clamping over his mouth by Demonte.
"Do you mind being a little bit more quieter?" Demonte said irritably through gritted teeth.
"Who the heck are you?" Vash asked, a hint of disgust in his voice.
"My name is Demonte Kalabis," Demonte introduced himself. "I take it that you're Vash."
"Wow!" Vash took a step backwards, astonished. "How did you know that!?"
"Um...Nick just said your name," Demonte blinked.
"Wait," Vash narrowed his eyes and scratched his chin. "That CAN'T be Nick! He's wearing the face of our Vice-President! Not like I'm a political person anyway, but STILL!"
Vash turned and ripped the mask from off of Nick's head.
"HEY!" Nick cried as he reached back for the stolen mask.
"OH MERCY NO!" Vash cried. "IT'S THE GHOST OF NICK!"
Meryl clenched her fists. Vash was drawing attention to them and she didn't like it.
"Places!" Principal FishCreme tapped on the microphone and motioned for everyone to settle down. "Please take a seat in the bleachers."
After everyone did so, the Principal cleared his throat and began to speak. "Before we begin, I'd like to ask you to stand for the school's national anthem."
Everyone groaned.
"All right," Principal FishCreme held his hand up. "Begin,"
Meryl began to chime in with the students as they sang the most conceited anthem in the world, 'This School Is Better Than Everyone Else's'. She paused as she heard a different song...coming from Vash.
"Total slaughter, total slaughter," He sang in place of the anthem. "I won't leave a single man alive. La de da de die, Genocide. La de da de dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin the killing time."
"Okay students," The Principal called for silence. "As you all know, we lost a very good teacher yesterday. The name of our beloved teacher..." Principal FishCreme pointed to the back of the auditorium where a curtain was lifted off of a huge picture frame. "...Mrs. Finch." Meryl suck lower into her seat.
"Hey Meryl," Vash tapped Meryl's shoulder. "That portrait looks like our dead science teacher."
"That's because it IS our dead science teacher you moron!"
"...Oh..."
"BUT!" The Principal wailed. "All is NOT lost. Because if we find out who the murderer or murderers are for the deaths of Mr. Balding, Mr. Gaylord, AND Mrs. Finch, we will take care of them...PERSONALLY..."
Meryl could hear Vash gulp and she wondered what Legato and Knives were thinking.
"Should we turn them in?" Demonte asked, leaning over next to Meryl.
"Nah, they'll screw themselves and everyone will know. That way, not only will they get prosecuted, but they'll get a bruised ego as well." Meryl whispered back.
At lunch, Demonte, Meryl, Vash, Melissa, Milly, and Nick were all gathered around the table. While Meryl wasn't particularly fond of Melissa sitting at the same table (for unexplained reasons) she only grinned and tried to keep her food down as much as possible without being disgusted by the sight of Vash's girlfriend.
"Nick," Vash smiled. "It sure is nice to know that you're alive and well."
"Well...yeah..." Nick blinked. "Just...don't tell my dad or he'll have a coronary. That's pretty much the reason why I was wearing the mask in the first place. You see, if my dad finds out that I'm alive, then he'll know that I escaped from the hole..."
"FEDERAL PRISON!?" Vash exclaimed.
"No, you moron," Meryl sighed. "It's like being grounded...only worse."
"What is all of this about anyway, Nick?" Milly asked glancing at the priest-in-training.
"It's a long story," He laughed. "I'll tell you some other time."
"Boy," Vash grinned as he took a bite out of his sandwich. "If Nick had died, I would've had the perfect eulogy for him."
"And what might that be, Vash the Stampede?" Nick inquired.
Vash abruptly jumped up and pounded a fist on the table, grinning from ear to ear. "Why, the story of how we first met of course!"
Nick's face grew with horror and he covered his face in his hands. "ANYTHING but that..."
Flashback
The entire science class was on a field trip two years earlier to the eggplant factory. Vash sipped diligently off of his water bottle and turned to look out the window. His eyes widened.
"HEY!" He pointed out the window but collapsed as Meryl reached over and socked Vash in the head.
"What is it this time?" She asked, annoyed.
"That..." He said, dazed, and pointed out the window.
There, running alongside the bus was a student in black clad. He suddenly collapsed face-first in the middle of the street. Meryl gasped. "Bus driver! Stop!"
The bus driver stopped and parked on the side of the road. He walked out of the bus looked at the student in the road as the music from Trigun began to play endlessly in the background. "This is one heck of a well prepare-"
"WELL PRAISE THE LORD, HELLO!" The boy sat up and extended a hand, which accidentally poked out the eyes of the startled bus driver. The student watched the man scream and, embarrassed, slithered away stealthily as the bus driver began to scream and clutch his eyes. Finally, the bus driver collapsed in the road and curled up into a fetal position, twitching. "Darn, I said it too soon again! I'll have to time myself later." The student whispered to himself.
Back on the bus, the student was in a seat, drinking all of Vash's water. "Ahhh, AHHH I'M ALIVE AGAIN!" He turned to look at Milly and Meryl. "I'm much obliged."
"But...that was my water..." Vash's bottom lip began to tremble.
"I can't believe that you were running alongside this bus for an hour and a half, Nick." Milly said. "I never knew that you were in this class. I've never seen you there."
"Well, I would show up, but I've been lost for the past year and a half trying to find the science room in the school. This school is a very big place, you know." Suddenly, Nick stood up and extended a hand to Vash. "I'm Wolfwood, at your service."
Vash refused to take the hand. "Don't you have a first name?"
"Nicholas, but you can just call me Nick."
Vash stood up, an emotionless expression on his face. "I am known as Valentinez Alkalinella-"
Suddenly, the bus began to tip and rock and then a big POP was heard. The bus driver sighed and walked out of the bus. "Sorry kids, it's a flat tire! Guess we'll just have to turn around and go home."
Silence...
And then...
"HUZZAH!" Came the voices of all the students.
So the bus with its flat tire was turned around and driven home...Anyone else besides me see a problem with this picture?
"I don't get it," Meryl pouted. "How can a bus drive if it has a flat tire? If we could drive anyway, we might as well have gone to the plantation."
"Shhh!" Vash screeched. "Don't ruin the salvation of our dismissal to go to the plantation for everyone!"
End Flashback
"Ahhh..." Vash grinned, like a dork. "Those were the good old days..."
"No they weren't," Meryl commented. "That was the year YOU moved here. THAT was a HORRIBLE day."
Demonte chuckled. "I DON'T think I want to know."
Meryl walked home after school, but stopped at the Silver Square just before then. She stepped into the arcade part of the Mall and looked inside, aiming to find the Dance Dance Revolution game.
Meryl didn't particularly like DDR, but then again, she had never tried it either. So, there was a first time for everything. Besides, Nick was talking about it earlier and it just seemed interesting. A moment later, her eyes had caught the flashy machine...And then...her mood darkened.
There, on the machine, was the infamous BDN. (His initials stood for Bob Derek Neon, but he had recently changed it to Brilliant Dynamites Neon. Go figure.) He was playing away on the machine. His song ended and he turned to his audience, expecting applause.
"Thank you, thank you," He grinned, bowing, but soon frowned when he saw a young boy not clapping.
"YOU ARE NOT CLAPPING!" BDN bellowed. "DEATH TO YOU!" BDN snapped his fingers and ten gruff guys jumped out from behind arcade machines and tackled the poor soul.
Meryl watched in horror, and sidestepped away. BDN was such a bully.
"Hello Meryl..." Meryl turned to see Legato and Knives standing behind her. "What are you doing here?" Legato asked, emotionlessly.
"Well I WAS going to play DDR, but that punk, Bob, is hogging it," She replied.
"DDR!? WHAT!? WHERE!?" Legato became full of life and darted over to the game.
Legato watched as BDN played 'maniac mode' on every dance. At the very end, as usual, BDN expected applause from everyone who was watching. But when he saw Legato not clapping, BDN became displeased.
"What?" BDN narrowed his eyes. "Do you think that you're better than me?"
Legato shrugged. "Of course I am."
"..."
"I'll prove it to you," Legato offered. "Let's play on a battle for points, okay?"
"Of course!" BDN yelled. "I OWN you!"
Legato jumped over the railing and selected Afronova on 'maniac mode'. Legato cheated by using his mind melding powers and made it so that he would be better than BDN. At the very end of the song, the machine racked up the points.
BDN growled at Legato's perfect score of 9,999,999,999,999.
"Yawn," Legato imitated a fake yawn.
"So what?" BDN snarled. "I probably got a straight 10,000,000,000,000." He turned back towards the machine. "See? There's my perfect score of 9,999,999,999,99.......8!? WHAT THE!?" He grabbed the machine with both hands and began to shake it. "CURSES! ONE POINT! ONE LOUSY POINT!" Turning back to Legato, he stuck an intimidating finger at him. "You will forever be cursed for your insignificance! You will burn in the deep crevasses of..."
Legato frowned and used his psychic powers to crunch BDN's bones backwards.
"OMG!" BDN screamed and began to cry.
"Ah," Knives smiled from afar and Meryl turned to look at him. "This is more entertaining to watch than planning world domination." Meryl became dumbfounded and shook her head.
Meanwhile, in a place full of despair and evilness...
"Are the preparations complete?" Came an old and raggedy voice.
"Yes," Another man bowed his head towards his leader. "The cheesecake awaits you on the table."
"NOT THAT YOU MORON!" The Boss shouted back at his servant as he pounded his fist against the armrest of his chair. "I was talking about the...other things..."
"Ohhhh," The servant said. "THOSE things..." In truth, he had no idea what his Master was talking about at all. "What things?"
"FOOL! TEN THOUSAND LASHINGS FOR YOU!"
"NO! WAIT! ...You can't! It's not Thursday."
"Oh..." The Boss sighed. "...Pooh. Well, anyway, I was talking about the conquest of the city of Gunsmoke. Are the preparations complete?"
"Well," The servant hesitated. "Yes and no."
"WHAT!?" The Boss roared. "What are you talking about!?"
"Are you sure that you don't want the cheesecake sir?"
"...What? NO I DON'T WANT THE CHEESECAKE! NOW TELL ME OF THE PLANS SERVANT!"
"Then, may I have the cheesecake?"
"Huh?! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE THE FRIGGIN CHEESECAKE! NOW TELL ME OF THE PLANS!"
"Well, sir, our stations have been set up, but we have been found out sir..."
"WHAT!?" The Boss began to throw a tantrum, overthrowing his chair and other pieces of furniture in the room. The servant waited patiently, looking at his watch every now and then, until the Boss mellowed out.
"ARRRRRGH! ARRRRR!!!" The Boss proceeded to destroy important papers and counterfeit bills.
"Are you done yet?" The servant asked after ten minutes.
The Boss huffed, but nodded. "Yes."
"Good," The servant smiled cheerfully and clapped his hands together. "Now as I was going to say." The servant cleared his throat. "We were found out, meaning that a certain individual found our evil secret lair."
The Boss didn't like where this was going and steam began to pour from his nostrils like an angry bull. Sensing this, the servant added hastily, "But we managed to snap a picture of this guy about two nights ago."
The Boss seemed to ease up as the servant withdrew a photo from his pocket. He slowly walked over to his boss and handed it to him. The Boss looked it over carefully.
"Yes...he does look familiar." The Boss remarked. "He is wearing dark garments."
"Look closer," The servant pointed to the picture. "He's running and his hood is almost pulled back."
The Boss scrutinized the small portion of the photo. "Hmm, you're right. This person has black hair..."
"Don't forget that it could either be a man or a woman too, sir," The servant pointed out. "We don't have a lot to go by if we decide to look for this guy."
"Of COURSE we're going to find him! He knows our most devious plot!"
"True sir, true. But what are you going to do about it?"
"Oh, YOU'LL SEE, servant...you'll see...Heh, heh..."
Vash clenched his teeth as he watched Demonte and Meryl chatting MERRILY away...Wait, was that a twinge of jealousy he felt? Nah...
The circus had just ended, their performance a bit...odd. For example, the performers in the circus wanted to take Nick with them. And why were the actors so small? They looked kind of like gnomes...
But anyway, that wasn't the point. It was the fact that Meryl was just hanging around so close to that DEMONTE guy...
...Not like he cared or anything...
Nah, he had his own girlfriend, whom was sitting right next to him at that very instant.
BUT WHY WERE THOSE TWO SPENDING SO MUCH TIME TOGETHER!?
"He's a chump. He MUST pay..." Vash hissed to himself.
"Hmm? What did you say?" Melissa looked up at him.
"NOTHING!" Vash said quickly. "NOTHING AT ALL!"
After all, it was the weekend. He knew that he shouldn't let petty little things get to him...
Yay! I actually have a plot planned out for this series now. Before I was just writing whatever popped into my head, but NOW I have a plot! AHAHA! Stay tuned for future chapters and please review. Anything would be nice...Um, you know what I mean.
Blood_Lotus_Demonwalker
Hunting For The Elusive Mayfly Known As Love...Not
Chapter 5
First Meeting
The sky was stormy...as usual. Meryl turned over in bed. Today was Friday...at LAST!
Today after school, Meryl was going to the circus that had come to town two days earlier. And! Today was going to be an easy day because Vash had killed off her Algebra teacher and Drama teacher, so Cooking was the only thing scheduled for the day.
As she arrived through the doors, she was met with colorful flyers and banners that pointed her in the direction of the auditorium for an early meeting. Curious as to see what Principal FishCreme wanted, she obliged and waited in the auditorium.
"Hey Meryl," Meryl turned and almost facefaulted.
"Nick! What the heck are you doing standing there wearing a Halloween mask over your face!? ...And why is it of our Vice-President?"
"Come on," Nick laughed. "No one will EVER recognize me in this mask."
"Hey Nick," Midvalley snickered as he walked by. "I see you got plastic surgery. It did you good." He laughed and Nick flared.
"PLASTIC SURGERY!? ON MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!? THAT'S A SIN!"
"I thought you said that no one would recognize you in that mask." Meryl said, narrowing her eyes.
"Nick?" Milly came up behind Nick, horror held in her expression. "I thought you were dead!"
"Oh, hi Milly!" Nick waved. "I'm not dead, well...unless you're counting the countless sins that I have committed that are can't be atoned for and..."
"What happened to you?" Demonte was the one to ask as he entered the small group.
"Oh thanks heavens you asked!" Nick grabbed the collar of Demonte's black shirt. "It's a long story, although it's kind of a short one."
Demonte was not amused. "Nick, I drove you to school this morning. Where did you get the time to buy a Halloween mask of our Vice-President?"
"Actually, I kind of took it from our dead drama teacher's box of political masks." Nick laughed.
"DEAD DRAMA TEACHER!?" Demonte's jaw dropped to the ground. "You mean like yesterday when that blue-haired guy killed our science teacher!?"
"Woah," Nick and Milly turned to Meryl. "I didn't know that Legato killed Mrs. Finch." Nick shook his head.
"Oh my gosh!" Milly held her head in her hands. "Legato killed Mrs. Finch!?"
"Well," Meryl smiled nervously, "...Kinda."
"Kinda? KINDA!?" Nick put a comforting arm around the sobbing Milly as he pointed a dictating finger at Meryl. "How can you KINDA kill someone!? Did you even give her a eulogy?" Silence. "NO!? YOU DIDN'T!?"
Demonte threw a hand over Nick's mouth and hissed softly to him. "NICK! Not everyone needs to know our problems!"
"Hey guys!" Vash laughed as he walked up, an arm around Melissa's waist. "What's going on?"
"Hey Vash," Nick waved as Demonte took his hand away from Nick's mouth.
"WOLFWOOD!?" Vash nearly collapsed. "BUT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DE-"
It was Vash's turn to receive the clamping over his mouth by Demonte.
"Do you mind being a little bit more quieter?" Demonte said irritably through gritted teeth.
"Who the heck are you?" Vash asked, a hint of disgust in his voice.
"My name is Demonte Kalabis," Demonte introduced himself. "I take it that you're Vash."
"Wow!" Vash took a step backwards, astonished. "How did you know that!?"
"Um...Nick just said your name," Demonte blinked.
"Wait," Vash narrowed his eyes and scratched his chin. "That CAN'T be Nick! He's wearing the face of our Vice-President! Not like I'm a political person anyway, but STILL!"
Vash turned and ripped the mask from off of Nick's head.
"HEY!" Nick cried as he reached back for the stolen mask.
"OH MERCY NO!" Vash cried. "IT'S THE GHOST OF NICK!"
Meryl clenched her fists. Vash was drawing attention to them and she didn't like it.
"Places!" Principal FishCreme tapped on the microphone and motioned for everyone to settle down. "Please take a seat in the bleachers."
After everyone did so, the Principal cleared his throat and began to speak. "Before we begin, I'd like to ask you to stand for the school's national anthem."
Everyone groaned.
"All right," Principal FishCreme held his hand up. "Begin,"
Meryl began to chime in with the students as they sang the most conceited anthem in the world, 'This School Is Better Than Everyone Else's'. She paused as she heard a different song...coming from Vash.
"Total slaughter, total slaughter," He sang in place of the anthem. "I won't leave a single man alive. La de da de die, Genocide. La de da de dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin the killing time."
"Okay students," The Principal called for silence. "As you all know, we lost a very good teacher yesterday. The name of our beloved teacher..." Principal FishCreme pointed to the back of the auditorium where a curtain was lifted off of a huge picture frame. "...Mrs. Finch." Meryl suck lower into her seat.
"Hey Meryl," Vash tapped Meryl's shoulder. "That portrait looks like our dead science teacher."
"That's because it IS our dead science teacher you moron!"
"...Oh..."
"BUT!" The Principal wailed. "All is NOT lost. Because if we find out who the murderer or murderers are for the deaths of Mr. Balding, Mr. Gaylord, AND Mrs. Finch, we will take care of them...PERSONALLY..."
Meryl could hear Vash gulp and she wondered what Legato and Knives were thinking.
"Should we turn them in?" Demonte asked, leaning over next to Meryl.
"Nah, they'll screw themselves and everyone will know. That way, not only will they get prosecuted, but they'll get a bruised ego as well." Meryl whispered back.
At lunch, Demonte, Meryl, Vash, Melissa, Milly, and Nick were all gathered around the table. While Meryl wasn't particularly fond of Melissa sitting at the same table (for unexplained reasons) she only grinned and tried to keep her food down as much as possible without being disgusted by the sight of Vash's girlfriend.
"Nick," Vash smiled. "It sure is nice to know that you're alive and well."
"Well...yeah..." Nick blinked. "Just...don't tell my dad or he'll have a coronary. That's pretty much the reason why I was wearing the mask in the first place. You see, if my dad finds out that I'm alive, then he'll know that I escaped from the hole..."
"FEDERAL PRISON!?" Vash exclaimed.
"No, you moron," Meryl sighed. "It's like being grounded...only worse."
"What is all of this about anyway, Nick?" Milly asked glancing at the priest-in-training.
"It's a long story," He laughed. "I'll tell you some other time."
"Boy," Vash grinned as he took a bite out of his sandwich. "If Nick had died, I would've had the perfect eulogy for him."
"And what might that be, Vash the Stampede?" Nick inquired.
Vash abruptly jumped up and pounded a fist on the table, grinning from ear to ear. "Why, the story of how we first met of course!"
Nick's face grew with horror and he covered his face in his hands. "ANYTHING but that..."
Flashback
The entire science class was on a field trip two years earlier to the eggplant factory. Vash sipped diligently off of his water bottle and turned to look out the window. His eyes widened.
"HEY!" He pointed out the window but collapsed as Meryl reached over and socked Vash in the head.
"What is it this time?" She asked, annoyed.
"That..." He said, dazed, and pointed out the window.
There, running alongside the bus was a student in black clad. He suddenly collapsed face-first in the middle of the street. Meryl gasped. "Bus driver! Stop!"
The bus driver stopped and parked on the side of the road. He walked out of the bus looked at the student in the road as the music from Trigun began to play endlessly in the background. "This is one heck of a well prepare-"
"WELL PRAISE THE LORD, HELLO!" The boy sat up and extended a hand, which accidentally poked out the eyes of the startled bus driver. The student watched the man scream and, embarrassed, slithered away stealthily as the bus driver began to scream and clutch his eyes. Finally, the bus driver collapsed in the road and curled up into a fetal position, twitching. "Darn, I said it too soon again! I'll have to time myself later." The student whispered to himself.
Back on the bus, the student was in a seat, drinking all of Vash's water. "Ahhh, AHHH I'M ALIVE AGAIN!" He turned to look at Milly and Meryl. "I'm much obliged."
"But...that was my water..." Vash's bottom lip began to tremble.
"I can't believe that you were running alongside this bus for an hour and a half, Nick." Milly said. "I never knew that you were in this class. I've never seen you there."
"Well, I would show up, but I've been lost for the past year and a half trying to find the science room in the school. This school is a very big place, you know." Suddenly, Nick stood up and extended a hand to Vash. "I'm Wolfwood, at your service."
Vash refused to take the hand. "Don't you have a first name?"
"Nicholas, but you can just call me Nick."
Vash stood up, an emotionless expression on his face. "I am known as Valentinez Alkalinella-"
Suddenly, the bus began to tip and rock and then a big POP was heard. The bus driver sighed and walked out of the bus. "Sorry kids, it's a flat tire! Guess we'll just have to turn around and go home."
Silence...
And then...
"HUZZAH!" Came the voices of all the students.
So the bus with its flat tire was turned around and driven home...Anyone else besides me see a problem with this picture?
"I don't get it," Meryl pouted. "How can a bus drive if it has a flat tire? If we could drive anyway, we might as well have gone to the plantation."
"Shhh!" Vash screeched. "Don't ruin the salvation of our dismissal to go to the plantation for everyone!"
End Flashback
"Ahhh..." Vash grinned, like a dork. "Those were the good old days..."
"No they weren't," Meryl commented. "That was the year YOU moved here. THAT was a HORRIBLE day."
Demonte chuckled. "I DON'T think I want to know."
Meryl walked home after school, but stopped at the Silver Square just before then. She stepped into the arcade part of the Mall and looked inside, aiming to find the Dance Dance Revolution game.
Meryl didn't particularly like DDR, but then again, she had never tried it either. So, there was a first time for everything. Besides, Nick was talking about it earlier and it just seemed interesting. A moment later, her eyes had caught the flashy machine...And then...her mood darkened.
There, on the machine, was the infamous BDN. (His initials stood for Bob Derek Neon, but he had recently changed it to Brilliant Dynamites Neon. Go figure.) He was playing away on the machine. His song ended and he turned to his audience, expecting applause.
"Thank you, thank you," He grinned, bowing, but soon frowned when he saw a young boy not clapping.
"YOU ARE NOT CLAPPING!" BDN bellowed. "DEATH TO YOU!" BDN snapped his fingers and ten gruff guys jumped out from behind arcade machines and tackled the poor soul.
Meryl watched in horror, and sidestepped away. BDN was such a bully.
"Hello Meryl..." Meryl turned to see Legato and Knives standing behind her. "What are you doing here?" Legato asked, emotionlessly.
"Well I WAS going to play DDR, but that punk, Bob, is hogging it," She replied.
"DDR!? WHAT!? WHERE!?" Legato became full of life and darted over to the game.
Legato watched as BDN played 'maniac mode' on every dance. At the very end, as usual, BDN expected applause from everyone who was watching. But when he saw Legato not clapping, BDN became displeased.
"What?" BDN narrowed his eyes. "Do you think that you're better than me?"
Legato shrugged. "Of course I am."
"..."
"I'll prove it to you," Legato offered. "Let's play on a battle for points, okay?"
"Of course!" BDN yelled. "I OWN you!"
Legato jumped over the railing and selected Afronova on 'maniac mode'. Legato cheated by using his mind melding powers and made it so that he would be better than BDN. At the very end of the song, the machine racked up the points.
BDN growled at Legato's perfect score of 9,999,999,999,999.
"Yawn," Legato imitated a fake yawn.
"So what?" BDN snarled. "I probably got a straight 10,000,000,000,000." He turned back towards the machine. "See? There's my perfect score of 9,999,999,999,99.......8!? WHAT THE!?" He grabbed the machine with both hands and began to shake it. "CURSES! ONE POINT! ONE LOUSY POINT!" Turning back to Legato, he stuck an intimidating finger at him. "You will forever be cursed for your insignificance! You will burn in the deep crevasses of..."
Legato frowned and used his psychic powers to crunch BDN's bones backwards.
"OMG!" BDN screamed and began to cry.
"Ah," Knives smiled from afar and Meryl turned to look at him. "This is more entertaining to watch than planning world domination." Meryl became dumbfounded and shook her head.
Meanwhile, in a place full of despair and evilness...
"Are the preparations complete?" Came an old and raggedy voice.
"Yes," Another man bowed his head towards his leader. "The cheesecake awaits you on the table."
"NOT THAT YOU MORON!" The Boss shouted back at his servant as he pounded his fist against the armrest of his chair. "I was talking about the...other things..."
"Ohhhh," The servant said. "THOSE things..." In truth, he had no idea what his Master was talking about at all. "What things?"
"FOOL! TEN THOUSAND LASHINGS FOR YOU!"
"NO! WAIT! ...You can't! It's not Thursday."
"Oh..." The Boss sighed. "...Pooh. Well, anyway, I was talking about the conquest of the city of Gunsmoke. Are the preparations complete?"
"Well," The servant hesitated. "Yes and no."
"WHAT!?" The Boss roared. "What are you talking about!?"
"Are you sure that you don't want the cheesecake sir?"
"...What? NO I DON'T WANT THE CHEESECAKE! NOW TELL ME OF THE PLANS SERVANT!"
"Then, may I have the cheesecake?"
"Huh?! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE THE FRIGGIN CHEESECAKE! NOW TELL ME OF THE PLANS!"
"Well, sir, our stations have been set up, but we have been found out sir..."
"WHAT!?" The Boss began to throw a tantrum, overthrowing his chair and other pieces of furniture in the room. The servant waited patiently, looking at his watch every now and then, until the Boss mellowed out.
"ARRRRRGH! ARRRRR!!!" The Boss proceeded to destroy important papers and counterfeit bills.
"Are you done yet?" The servant asked after ten minutes.
The Boss huffed, but nodded. "Yes."
"Good," The servant smiled cheerfully and clapped his hands together. "Now as I was going to say." The servant cleared his throat. "We were found out, meaning that a certain individual found our evil secret lair."
The Boss didn't like where this was going and steam began to pour from his nostrils like an angry bull. Sensing this, the servant added hastily, "But we managed to snap a picture of this guy about two nights ago."
The Boss seemed to ease up as the servant withdrew a photo from his pocket. He slowly walked over to his boss and handed it to him. The Boss looked it over carefully.
"Yes...he does look familiar." The Boss remarked. "He is wearing dark garments."
"Look closer," The servant pointed to the picture. "He's running and his hood is almost pulled back."
The Boss scrutinized the small portion of the photo. "Hmm, you're right. This person has black hair..."
"Don't forget that it could either be a man or a woman too, sir," The servant pointed out. "We don't have a lot to go by if we decide to look for this guy."
"Of COURSE we're going to find him! He knows our most devious plot!"
"True sir, true. But what are you going to do about it?"
"Oh, YOU'LL SEE, servant...you'll see...Heh, heh..."
Vash clenched his teeth as he watched Demonte and Meryl chatting MERRILY away...Wait, was that a twinge of jealousy he felt? Nah...
The circus had just ended, their performance a bit...odd. For example, the performers in the circus wanted to take Nick with them. And why were the actors so small? They looked kind of like gnomes...
But anyway, that wasn't the point. It was the fact that Meryl was just hanging around so close to that DEMONTE guy...
...Not like he cared or anything...
Nah, he had his own girlfriend, whom was sitting right next to him at that very instant.
BUT WHY WERE THOSE TWO SPENDING SO MUCH TIME TOGETHER!?
"He's a chump. He MUST pay..." Vash hissed to himself.
"Hmm? What did you say?" Melissa looked up at him.
"NOTHING!" Vash said quickly. "NOTHING AT ALL!"
After all, it was the weekend. He knew that he shouldn't let petty little things get to him...
Yay! I actually have a plot planned out for this series now. Before I was just writing whatever popped into my head, but NOW I have a plot! AHAHA! Stay tuned for future chapters and please review. Anything would be nice...Um, you know what I mean.
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