Disclaimer: Still don't own Trigun, Dirty Pair, yaddy-yaddah, okay whatever now read. Lol.
Hunting For The Elusive Mayfly Known As Love………Not
Chapter 6
Party At Milly's!
A boy in black clad stared at the scar on his forearm. Cursing soundly so that the other members in his household would not hear, he changed into his nightclothes and crawled under the covers. He knew that he would have to be more careful when the next time rolled around for him to go back to the hideout…
Saturday morning, Demonte invited Meryl to his house since his Grandfather had gone to a photo shoot and wouldn't be home until late that evening. Meryl arrived at noon and found Nick sprawled out on the couch, reading one of Demonte's comic books.
"Nick, your mother and father are having a coronary looking for you, and all you can do is sit here and read 'Dirty Pair'?" Meryl said bitterly.
"Hold on Meryl," Nick held up a hand, not tearing his gaze from the comic. "I'm at the best part! It's the transformation of Kei!"
Meryl's face grimaced as she realized what Nick was talking about (If you've ever seen the show…shiver at the transformation part) and snatched the book from Nick's grasp. "WHY DOES DEMONTE EVEN HAVE THIS!?"
"It came with a subscription," Demonte explained as he entered the room with chips and soda. "I don't want it. Nick, you can have it."
"YES!" Nick shouted as he fell off the couch, hitting the small wooden table in front of the couch. "FRUIT TARTS!" He clutched his head.
"You have a pretty homey place here, Demonte," Meryl noted as she made a complete intake of her surroundings. It was a two-story cabin located in the richer part of Gunsmoke, only a few streets from Meryl. The porch in front was massive, stretching from one end of the house to another.
The interior was much more attractive with oak walls and navy blue carpeting. The enormous living room led into a white-tiled kitchen and then into the dining room. There were two bathrooms, one located downstairs and another upstairs. Demonte's room was down the hall, secluded in the corner on the upper floor. His Grandfather's was at the other end of the hall with two guestrooms, a bathroom, and a closet in between. Pictures hung from all walls, mostly of landscapes and others of Demonte's Grandfather's relatives. The brick fireplace in the front room was cackling mildly from a small fire. The house was overall nice and tidy, perfect for the Grandfather and his Grandson.
"Thank you," Demonte said. "My Grandfather and I work hard." Then Demonte's smile faded. "WHERE'S MY FATHER'S ORIGINAL PHOTO OF THE STEEPLE IN VIENNA!?"
Nick stuffed a bulgy object under his shirt. "Don't ask me…" Nick turned to look at the bulgy object and said to it softly, "Not to worry, my precious picture, these wretched people don't deserve such beauty as you. Now all I have to do is sell this off on E-Bay and earn money for a robe of grandiose and THEN! I shall be the PRIEST OF THE UNIVERSE! MWAHAHAHA!!!!!" Unfortunately for Nick, he had just given his lifelong dream away.
"Hand it over, Nick," Demonte said sternly. Nick looked up, his bottom lip trembling, his heart broken, and a lone tear fell from his face.
"FINE! TAKE IT!" Nick screamed as he chucked the picture at Demonte, who swiftly dodged, and the picture wound up in the fireplace. Horror seized Demonte's face as he watched the invaluable picture burn up. Then the picture exploded into pieces as the fire spread from inside the fireplace and began to tear at the rug, advancing up the walls and around the carpet.
"NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Demonte raged at Nick. "MY HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN!"
"THAT'S YOUR FAULT FOR NOT HAVING THE SCREEN OVER THE FIRE!" Nick retorted.
"WELL I HADN'T EXPECTED SOMEONE LIKE 'YOU' TO CHUCK AN IMPORTANT, RARE PICTURE INTO THE FIRE!!!" Demonte roared back.
Twenty minutes later, Demonte's house was in ashes on the lawn as Meryl, Nick, and Demonte stood outside the house.
"Why? Just…why?" Demonte asked, shaking his head.
"Whoops…" Then Nick shrieked. "WAIT! THE 'DIRTY PAIR' COMIC WAS STILL IN THERE!" Nick crumpled to the ground, crying.
"NICK IS THAT ALL YOU CARE ABOUT!?" Meryl shouted.
Suddenly, Demonte's Grandfather pulled into the driveway. He was a middle-aged man with flecks of gray over his brown hair and he was dressed in a fancy business suit.
"Demonte," The old man said as he emerged from his car. "I'm home early. I wanted to meet your new friends when I heard that they were…com…ing…over…" The old man blinked at the remains of his house. "WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYY!?"
A little while later, everyone had gathered at Meryl's house (With Nick wearing a purple Afro wig and glittery pink star-shaped glasses so that Meryl's parents wouldn't recognize him) with Demonte and his Grandfather, named Carl, very upset.
"You know they have shelters for homeless people like you," Nick pointed out.
"We wouldn't BE homeless if it weren't for YOU, Nick," Demonte growled. Carl patted him on the back.
"It's okay, Demonte, we'll get by." Carl restrained himself from crying.
Meryl slumped over. "This is my fault," She muttered. "If only I hadn't released Nick from the hole…I never thought that Nick would be the one to cause all the problems. I always thought that Vash was the accident-prone one…"
Suddenly, Meryl's mother called out from the other room. "Meryl! Phone!"
"I'll be right back, guys," Meryl said, praying that they wouldn't kill each other before she got back.
Meryl clutched the receiver and held it up to her ear. "What?" She asked.
"Meryl!" Chirped Milly from the other line.
"Oh…Hi Milly…" Meryl sighed.
"Gee, Meryl. You don't sound very ecstatic today."
"I'm not. Nick is in a heap of trouble."
"What did he do this time?"
"Nothing much, except he burned Demonte's house down."
"WHAT!? HOW CAN YOU CALL THAT NOTHING MUCH, MERYL!?"
Meryl cringed and yanked the phone from her ear. "That's not what I meant," She said hastily. "Anyway, what did you need? I'm currently in the middle of trying to find Demonte and his Grandpa a new home."
"Oh, well I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house for a party tonight."
"Why is there a party tonight?"
"Well," Milly said. "My ultra RICH parents are going out of town tonight and they're taking all of my brothers and sisters with them. And you know what that means…"
"Milly why did your parents not take you with them?" Meryl asked, a little suspicious.
Milly sniffled and then wailed, "ALL RIGHT! I'LL TELL YOU!" Meryl blinked. "It's because I burnt dinner last night…"
Meryl facefaulted.
"WHAT!?" Meryl asked. "All because you BURNT dinner!?"
"Oh well," Milly said, resilient. "I get to have a party now. Anyway, invite everyone you know and meet me at my house at six, okay?"
"But Milly, I have to help Demonte and his Grandpa…" CLICK. "…find a new house…" Meryl sighed and hung up the phone. Walking back into the front room, she nearly fell down at what she saw.
"OH YEAH!?" Demonte began to chuck some of the silverware at Nick. "WELL THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF YOU!"
Nick ducked as several forks and knives zinged past him.
"WHY I OUTTA…!" Nick grabbed a vase off of a nearby table and hurled it at Demonte, who easily dodged, but Carl was not so lucky.
"UMPH!" Carl was hit square in the face, and went unconscious. Demonte blinked as he stared at his Grandpa, and then turned his evil stare back to Nick.
"NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Demonte roared.
Meryl curled into a fetal position, rocking back and forth and repeatedly asked, "Why?"
"THERE ARE PLACES FOR TRANSIENTS LIKE YOU!" Nick dodged the kitchen chair as he lurched forward and hurled a portrait of Meryl and her family at Demonte. Demonte ducked and the picture crashed through the window, shattering it.
"OH!? AND WHERE WOULD THAT BE!?" Demonte raged, jumping on top of Nick and pounding him indefinitely.
"…CARD…OW! …BOARD… UMPH! …BOXES!" Nick said in between blows to his stomach. Demonte paused, fire blazing in his eyes.
"What…did…you…just…say?" Demonte growled. Standing up quickly, he jumped, performing an elbow drop onto Nick. "I'LL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!"
Rushing back into the phone room, Meryl dialed an all too familiar number.
"Knives I need you to get over here RIGHT now! ………I DON'T CARE IF YOUR LACKEYS ARE AT YOUR HOUSE! ………I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DISCUSSING WORLD DOMINATION! ………I DON'T CARE IF VASH IS HANGING OUTSIDE YOUR TWO-STORY BATHROOM WINDOW IN JUST HIS BOXERS AND MIDVALLEY IS POKING HIM WITH A PLUNGER! JUST GET OVER HERE!" Meryl slammed the phone down, sighing and turned back to the front room.
"DID YOU JUST CALL ME STUPID!?" Nick shouted, pushing Demonte off of him and swinging back up to his feet. "WELL YOU'RE STUPID STUPID! YOU'RE STUPID STUPID DEMONTE!"
"SHUT UP YOU HALF-BRAINED DEMONIC LOSER!" Suddenly, the comebacks had stooped to the level of a seven-year old. "YOU GOT YOUR LAST COMEBACK FROM A QUOTE OFF OF XENOSAGA!"
"DEMONIC!?" Nick had been insulted. "WHY I OUTTA…" In the fury of Nick's temper tantrum, Nick began to throw everything (including the kitchen sink) at Demonte.
Suddenly, the door opened (followed by endless amounts of fog and 1963 Dracula music) and Knives stepped into view, the Gung-Ho Guns following closely behind. All fighting ceased, as the commotion drifted to a halt.
Knives rose his arms into the arm and bellowed "I HAVE ARRIVED!"
Demonte and Nick blinked momentarily and then…
"AND YOUR HAIR SMELLS TOO!" Demonte started.
"WHAT!? WELL YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FINGERNAILS!" Nick retorted.
Knives dropped his hands, his ego bruised.
"ANIME MALE CHARACTERS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO HAVE FINGERNAILS!"
"SAYS WHO THAT YOU'RE EVEN ANIME!? THE CREATOR OF THIS STORY JUST ADDED YOU IN BECAUSE YOU'RE A MAJOR CHARACTER IN ANOTHER ONE OF HER MULTI-CHAPTER STORIES!"
Demonte flared. "Oh…That DOES it…"
"SILENCE FOR THE MASTER!" Legato stepped inside. Demonte and Nick stopped quarreling.
"Thank you, Legato." Knives smirked.
"Not YOU," Legato withdrew The Great One from inside of his coat. "O' Great One, do you desire for me to liquidate these monsters?" Legato shook the ball up and down as Knives growled.
"YOU IDIOT! YOU HAVE ONLY ONE MASTER TO SERVE AND THAT'S ME!" Knives swatted the Magic 8 Ball from Legato's hand and it rolled out the door.
"OMG NO!" Legato shrieked as he went to retrieve the ball. "MASTER! I'M COMING!"
Knives breathed in deeply as Midvalley rushed to his Master's aid and began to play his Saxophone, Sylvia, sweetly.
"Thank you Midvalley," Knives said. "I feel happy now."
Meryl entered the room, and nearly cried at the sight of her front room. "WHY!?"
When six o'clock came, Demonte drove Nick and Meryl to the party in silence. Of course, anyone could see that he was STILL perturbed over the loss of his house. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'at least I still have my car.'
Suddenly…the car died.
"…" Came everyone's response.
"What happened?" Meryl dared to ask.
"…There's no gas left." Demonte said.
"I don't understand!" Meryl held her head in her hands. "Didn't you have a full tank of gas earlier today?"
"Yeah," Demonte pulled the keys from the ignition.
"Ohhhh," Nick said. "The GAS."
"Yes, Nick, the gas," Demonte turned to look at him. "What about it?"
"You see there's this toy car that Meryl's dad has that runs on REAL gas, but it didn't have any and then…"
"Well, that solves the gas shortage mystery." Meryl muttered.
"YOU STOLE THE GAS FROM MY CAR!?" Demonte roared.
"Well…in layman's terms…yeah." Nick nodded happily.
Meryl could see headlights in the rearview mirror and rolled down her window. A loud, obnoxious honking was heard and Meryl sighed.
"HEY! MOVE YOUR CAR!" Came the voice of Millions Knives.
"YEAH!" Knives' lackeys chimed in.
Demonte stepped out of the car and walked over to Knives' window. "Our car doesn't have any gas. Do you think that you could give us a ride?"
"What and just leave your car sitting in the middle of the road?" Knives asked as Meryl and Nick emerged from the car to join Demonte.
"Well…does anyone have a cell phone on them?" Demonte asked.
Suddenly, a semi-truck spinning out of control (which was engulfed in flames) came speeding down the street, took a turn for the worst and plummeted into Demonte's car, sending it into oblivion as both cars exploded and remained to be consumed in flames.
"…Nevermind." Demonte said irritably. "Guess I don't have a CAR anymore either."
"Can we have a ride now?" Meryl asked.
"Sure, get in." Knives smirked.
Meryl looked into the overly crowded car. "Where?"
"You can sit on MY lap, baby." Leonof patted his legs as Meryl cringed, disgusted.
"I'd rather ride in the trunk." She said.
"Just scoot over then!" Knives yelled in the backseat. "Make way for our newcomers!"
Everyone crowded into a corner as Nick, Meryl, and Demonte crammed into the back.
"So Milly invited you guys too?" Meryl asked.
"Yup." Zazie grinned. "Aren't we special?"
"OKAY!" Knives slammed his foot onto the gas pedal and swerved around the debris like a menace. The speedometer rose to 90 MPH as Meryl watched in horror.
"KNIVES!" She cried. "SLOW DOWN!"
"Nonsense!" Knives said. "I ALWAYS drive like this! I'm a GOOD driver."
Knives turned a corner sharply, tires squealing, and raced down the street.
"YOU GO MASTER!" All the Gung-Ho Guns cheered.
"Thank you, thank you," Knives laughed. "I AM THE BEST!"
Milly's house was approaching on the left.
"Now, watch my SUPER DUPER MUCHACHO SKILLZ!" Knives shifted into 5th gear and sped for the house. And, yes, Knives is allowed to spell 'skills' wrong.
Then the brakes went out. And Knives couldn't stop the car at 100 MPH. So guess what happened next.
"OMG A FIRE HYDRANT!" Everyone panicked as Knives attempted to stop the car, but to no avail.
The car slammed into the fire hydrant, plowing over it, and went sailing into a neighbor's yard. The car then crashed through the house and abolished everything that had been in that house. It was sent clear through the other side of the house and back onto the street. Then it crashed into a tree, and the tree fell down, crushing an innocent civilian out for a walk.
Still, the car sped on until it came to the city's docks.
"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Meryl screamed.
"Oh relax," Knives said nonchalantly. "This car is indestructible."
Simultaneously, the car landed in the ocean.
"See?" Knives said and then spotted the window that had been left down on his side. "HEY!" He struggled to roll up the window, but the handle broke off. "MAN! I knew I should've bought the car with the automatic buttons!"
"I hate you Knives," Meryl growled as the water continued to pour into the car and Knives tried to block it with his body, not succeeding very well. "Now we're in the ocean."
"Don't worry," Knives said. "I have everything under control."
"At this rate, we're going to sink to the bottom of the ocean, where all the sharks and stingrays and other sorts of unhappy fish lay." Nick said.
"Geez, you know how to make us all feel better," Demonte said. "First you set fire to my house, then you steal my gas, and you do other horrible things…"
"I always thought that it was Vash who caused all the problems." Meryl said. "Maybe I should change your name to Nick the Stampede." Meryl unlocked the door and proceeded to open it.
"HEY!" Knives yelled into the backseat. "What are you doing!?"
"Swimming to the top," Meryl said as she opened the door. "You'd better do the same too."
Water poured into the car as Meryl unlatched her seatbelt and swam for the top. Upon emerging to the surface, she looked around and watched as Nick and Demonte came up shortly after.
"Where are the others?" Demonte asked.
Meryl climbed onto the dock. "Who cares. Let's go to Milly's."
"What!?" Nick screeched. "We can't do that! If they're dead, then they at least deserve a eulogy!"
Nick was interrupted by the surfacing of the Gung-Ho Guns and (low and behold) Knives.
"Glad you could make it," Meryl said.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT!" Knives wailed. "I'M A GREAT DRIVER! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!?" Everyone climbed onto the dock. "I'm going to call someone to help me tow my car out of the ocean!" Suddenly (and unexpectedly) a large explosion came up from underneath the water.
"Well, there goes your car, Knives." Meryl said.
Knives clenched his fists and began to seethe.
"No Master!" Midvalley began to play his saxophone…horribly. Water spurted from inside of the saxophone, resulting in a horrendous song.
"MIDVALLEY!" Knives roared. "I NEED GOOD MUSIC! NOT THAT FILTHY PIECE OF—"
"O…KAY!" Demonte broke in between the two and looked at Knives. "Don't we have a party to get to?"
So…everyone WALKED back to Milly's house…soaking wet.
"Meryl!" Milly clutched her friend by the shoulders. "What happened!? You're all wet!"
"Nothing, except that Knives crashed us all into the ocean." Meryl said.
"Oh, well if that's all…"
Meryl growled. Milly could be so dense sometimes.
"Who else is here?" Meryl asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, well some of my other friends, and Vash and Melissa showed up."
Meryl felt her good mood sent down the toilet. "Great."
On cue, Vash and Melissa walked in, Vash's arm around Melissa's waist.
"Hello everyone, glad to see that you could make it." Vash paused. "Knives where's the car?"
"There IS no CAR!" Knives stomped into the house, pushing past Vash, and towards the bathroom. Water spurted from inside of his squeaking shoes.
"I have reason to believe that the Master is displeased…" E.G. Mine (Which really stood for Ernie Gordon Mine of the Mine family) said.
Meryl stared at him, stupidly. "No, really? How long did it take you to figure that out?"
"Everyone, please come inside!" Milly beckoned. "I decided to hold the party out in the backyard."
"And it's a good thing you did…" Meryl said as she and everyone else walked in.
Milly looked back at Nick, who was still standing in the doorway. "Um…Nick?" Milly asked.
For some odd reason, Nick had a very serious look on his face. "Milly, I must talk to you…" Nick pulled her outside and closed the door behind them.
Milly obliged, although quite confused. "What is it, Nick?"
Grasping Milly's shoulders, he leaned down closer. "Milly…I love you…I've loved you ever since I met you back in the 6th grade, when you moved to Gunsmoke." Milly had never seen Nick so serious before. "Will you go out with me?"
Suddenly, the scenery turned into a Brad/Jessica scene from Trigun (Yes, the scene where she turned him down) with the horrible looking colors in the background that had looked like a small child had painted it.
"I'm sorry Nick, I'm going to marry Big Slash Great Joe! (AKA Big/Great Joe)" Milly chirped.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Nick screamed (Brad style) as he held his hands up to the Heavens.
"JOE! JOE! JOE!" Rang throughout Nick's mind.
Meanwhile, in the backyard…
"Wow, these are delicious!" Meryl said as she reached for another sushi roll. "Try some Demonte!"
Demonte took one from her hand and plopped it into his mouth. "You're right! These are great! Are you sure Milly was left behind for burning dinner?"
On the other side of the yard, a very unpleased Vash was spying on the duo. Melissa had gone off to talk with her own friends, leaving Vash alone.
"Why I outta…" Vash growled, as his fists clenched together. "I'm going to rip his heart from his chest and…" Vash stopped. "Okay Vash, you're thinking bad thoughts here. What would Rem say…?" Vash paused and then the anger returned. "I DON'T CARE! I'M GOING TO CAUSE HIM VERY MUCH INTENDED HARM!"
Everyone stopped having fun to stare at Vash. He stopped, embarrassed and laughed, sidestepping away.
Suddenly, Nick approached Vash from behind, anime tears flooding down his grief-stricken face.
"Nick, what's wrong?" Vash asked.
"NOTHING." Nick said, his bottom lip trembling. "NOTHING AT…ALL." Then Nick's attention diverted to a couple—Milly and the so-called Big Slash Great Joe.
"Nick…is that another man I see Milly with?"
"YES." Nick snapped his head back to Vash, his wide eyes scaring Vash. "SO WHAT IF IT IS?"
"Nick…why is your expression not changing…and why are there anime tears falling down your face?"
"NO REASON." Nick said, turning his head back to Milly and Big Slash Great Joe. "EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT MILLY IS GOING TO MARRY BIG SLASH GREAT JOE."
"Nick…she's only eighteen. I doubt she's going to marry this early in her life."
"IT'S TRUE. SHE EVEN SAID SO."
"Okay Nick, now your tone is starting to scare me. You're talking in all capitals, yet you aren't even raising your voice. And there's STILL anime tears falling down your face."
"MILLY DOESN'T LOVE ME. I WANT TO DIE."
"Okay Nick, now that's a bit rash…"
"WHERE'S A SPOOL OF THREAD? I'M GOING TO A MAKE NOOSE FOR MYSELF."
"Nick get a hold of yourself!" Vash grabbed Nick's shoulders and began to shake him violently.
"NO VASH. DON'T TRY TO TALK ME OUT OF IT."
Back to Meryl and Demonte, the two had seen the commotion between Nick and Vash.
"What's going on between them?" Meryl asked.
"I don't know but it doesn't look good." Demonte began to jog towards Vash and Nick.
"NO. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE. MY LIFE IS RUINED." Nick said.
"Nick!" Meryl slapped Nick across the face. "Snap out of it!"
Unfortunately, Nick fell unconscious.
"Or you could just stay like that too…" Meryl said and looked up at Vash. "What's wrong with him?"
"I have no idea," Vash said honestly. "He mentioned something about Milly and some guy named Big Slash Great Joe, but…"
Meryl turned in Milly's direction and gasped. "THAT'S WHAT NICK IS SO UPSET ABOUT!"
"Come on, Meryl," Demonte said, grabbing her arm. "Let's go and talk with Milly."
The two ran off in her direction, much to Vash's protesting. "But Meryl…" He whimpered, and then anger flared in his eyes. "I'M GOING TO LIQUIDATE THAT COCKY-EYED, FOUL, EVIL…"
"Hey Vash," Melissa walked up.
"Oh, hi."
Meanwhile, Knives was trying his own cards at getting a girlfriend.
"Girls can't resist me," He said to himself conceitedly. He spotted a cute redhead talking to another girl nearby. "Now is my chance!"
He smoothly advanced towards the girl, running a hand through his hair. "Excuse me, pretty lady?"
But instead of the pretty lady turning around, her FRIEND turned. Knives' face paled. The woman was HIDEOUS! She weighed 280 pounds and wore too much make-up and a hefty mole with hair protruding from it hung on her bottom lip. She was busting out of her large pink dress and her teeth were either gone or rotting.
"Yeah babe?" The woman spoke in a deep voice. "Hey…!" She grinned. "You're kinda cute! Why don't we go somewhere and get to KNOW each other better, eh?"
Knives gasped as he backed away. Then he turned and began to run away.
"HEY!" The woman called after him. "DON'T BE THAT WAY! COME ON! MAMA'S GOT SOME SUGAR SHE WANTS TO SHARE WITH YA!"
"NO! HELP ME!" Knives shrieked as he ran away.
The rest of the Gung-Ho Guns sat around the table eating chicken thighs, and watched their fearless leader run around the yard screaming.
"Dominique, could you pass the mustard?" Sven asked.
"You put MUSTARD on your chicken?" Dominique asked with disgust.
Meanwhile…
"All right, we have them," Came an evil voice. "We saw a kid with black hair go in there…"
"Are you a moron!? There are ZILLIONS of people with black hair in the city!" Came another voice.
"I know, but this boy was acting…peculiar…"
The second man sighed. "Whatever, let's just have a look, shall we?"
Both men exited their cars and walked up to the doorstep of an all too familiar house—Milly's house. The two were dressed in FBI suits with dark sunglasses. The taller man was bald while the shorter had bushy green hair.
"All right," The bald man said. "Knock."
The shorter man knocked on the door and was greeted by Gray Sneerge (A.k.a. Gray the Ninelives). He grinned immediately when he saw the two. "HEY! I didn't know that this was a Halloween party too! WOW! The Men in Black are here!"
"Yeah, yeah, kid," The shorter man shoved Gray into a nearby closet and locked it.
The two men stomped into the backyard and the music came to abrupt stop. All heads were focused on the two FBI looking guys.
"Hello kiddies, are your mommies and daddies home?" The shorter man asked in a child-like voice.
"We don't live in shelters, you know," Dominique rolled her eyes.
"Ahem," The shorter man coughed. "Absolutely." He turned to look back at his partner. "The parents aren't home." Turning back to the kids he said, "Children, how would you like it if I called the cops on all of you?"
"For what?" One boy asked.
"Disturbing the peace," The bald man answered. Everyone's faces went blank.
"What?" They all asked.
"I should call all of your parents right now…"
From in the back of the crowd, Demonte shifted uneasily.
"WAIT!" Vash stepped forward. "You can call any number you like…" Vash received many 'boos' and nasty glares at that comment. "But not area code (645) 323-6579!"
"Hmm, I think I'll call that number now!" The short man laughed.
"Whose number is that?" Demonte whispered to Meryl.
Meryl's eyes widened as she dropped her head into her hands. "Nick's…" She mumbled.
"Yes, hello," The short man greeted the person on the other line. "I am at 3708 July Road, second house on the right, pink fence, Jacuzzi in the back, and I'm calling because I need you to come STRAIGHT over! Your kid is doing UNCLEANLY THINGS!"
"WHAT!?" Came the response from the phone. It came so loudly that the short man had to pull the phone away from his ear. "@#$^%#^# GET IN THE CAR @%^@^%$!!!!!" And followed by much more swearing…
"Well," The short man clicked the phone off. "I wonder what HER problem is."
Minutes later a black Sudan pulled up in front of Milly's house and two figures stormed into the backyard.
"Oh no…" Meryl's face paled. Standing there was Joseph and Maryann Wolfwood.
"What seems to be the problem?" Maryann asked, frightened.
The two men, unsure of what to say, looked at each other and the short man said, "Does…ANYTHING look familiar to you?"
"Why…" Joseph looked around and gasped. "NICHOLAS!" Joseph dashed for his unconscious son. "HE IS ALIVE! PRAISE THE LORD!"
"Good Heavens! Nick is unconscious! Therefore…HE MUST'VE BEEN DOING DRUGS!"
"What!?" Came the reply from Meryl and Demonte.
"Oh son," Joseph comforted his 'poor' son. "The gnomes at the circus must have been too much for you to handle! Do not worry, I will get you the PROPER HELP!"
"Our son is unholy!" Maryann wailed. "He must go in for counseling right away!" She turned to the two men and grasped their hands. "You must be angels from Heaven! Thank you for saving my poor vulnerable son!"
"…Anytime…" They both answered.
Maryann and Joseph hastily retreated out the door and the two men looked at each other.
"THEY'VE GOT OUR CONVICT!" And they, too, rushed for the door.
"What was that all about?" Meryl asked. She turned to see the serious look on Demonte's face. "Demonte?"
"Let's get out of here…"
"Demo—"
"NOW!" Demonte grabbed Meryl's arm and they both jumped the back fence.
From across the yard, Vash and Melissa had been staring after them.
"Aw, how romantic! Two lovers making a daring escape to flee danger…" Melissa snapped out of her dream world and smacked Vash. "Why can't you ever be that romantic, Vash!?"
Vash seethed as he watched the fence that the two had jumped. "This means war…" He said with ABSOLUTE jealousy.
"HEY! I AM NOT JEALOUS!" Vash shouted to the sky.
(Cough, cough)
And so, Knives spent the rest of the night being chased by his newfound 'woman' and Milly was with Big Slash Great Joe and the unconscious Nick was currently being accused of drug usage. And who are these new FBI looking…dudes? And…what has Demonte so paranoid? I don't know I'm asking you. Foreboding on the next chapter…
ALEX COMES HOME TO REM!?
Wait, wasn't he dead?
Find out in the next episode…
ALEXANDER THE CHEAT! (Lol, get it? Alexander the Great, Alexander the Cheat? …Whatever. -_- Blah.)