Chapter Two
"Vash the Stampede! Nicolas D. Wolfwood!"
Meryl storms into the kitchen, where Vash and Wolfwood are singing drunkenly.
"Wha Murly?" Vash slurs, his singing abruptly stopping.
"Don't you 'Wha Murly' me! It's the middle of the night and you and that priest are acting like complete bas--"
A sudden knock on the door interrupts Meryl.
"Vash the Stampede, Nicolas Wolfwood, come out here," calls a voice. It's strangely calm and monotone.
Slightly confused, Meryl opens the door.
There stands a girl that was about the same age of Meryl herself, maybe younger. Most of her clothing is dark, except for her cloak, which is white and bloodstained, though it looks charred. She has a red flower tucked behind her ear, and a silver cross is sewn onto her right-hand cuff.
The flower is immediately recognized by Vash, and Wolfwood stares blankly at the cross.
"Uhm, who are you?" Meryl asks. She is drawn into the girl's eyes.
Milly comes into the room, still in her pajamas. She right away notices the strange girl at the door's wounds, and the growing puddle of blood at her feet, on the doorstep.
"Kenna N. is all you need to know," the girl responds.
~"Kenna N."?~ both Vash and Wolfwood think. ~But I thought she was—~
"Well, Kenna," Meryl says, her sharp voice snapping the men back to reality, "it's the dead of night. Come back tomorrow, and Mister Vash and Mister Wolfwood would be glad to talk with you."
"The dead of night..." Kenna whispers.
"Good-bye." Meryl closes the door.
"WAIT!" three voices call at once. Meryl freezes.
"You can't throw her back to the cold!" Milly is now standing next to Meryl, frowning.
"And what's your guys' excuses?" Meryl asks Vash and Wolfwood.
Sharing thoughts, Vash and Wolfwood both exclaim, "Kenna N. is one of the last of the Notebook and has been dead for five years!"
~*~
"Vash the Stampede! Nicolas D. Wolfwood!"
Meryl storms into the kitchen, where Vash and Wolfwood are singing drunkenly.
"Wha Murly?" Vash slurs, his singing abruptly stopping.
"Don't you 'Wha Murly' me! It's the middle of the night and you and that priest are acting like complete bas--"
A sudden knock on the door interrupts Meryl.
"Vash the Stampede, Nicolas Wolfwood, come out here," calls a voice. It's strangely calm and monotone.
Slightly confused, Meryl opens the door.
There stands a girl that was about the same age of Meryl herself, maybe younger. Most of her clothing is dark, except for her cloak, which is white and bloodstained, though it looks charred. She has a red flower tucked behind her ear, and a silver cross is sewn onto her right-hand cuff.
The flower is immediately recognized by Vash, and Wolfwood stares blankly at the cross.
"Uhm, who are you?" Meryl asks. She is drawn into the girl's eyes.
Milly comes into the room, still in her pajamas. She right away notices the strange girl at the door's wounds, and the growing puddle of blood at her feet, on the doorstep.
"Kenna N. is all you need to know," the girl responds.
~"Kenna N."?~ both Vash and Wolfwood think. ~But I thought she was—~
"Well, Kenna," Meryl says, her sharp voice snapping the men back to reality, "it's the dead of night. Come back tomorrow, and Mister Vash and Mister Wolfwood would be glad to talk with you."
"The dead of night..." Kenna whispers.
"Good-bye." Meryl closes the door.
"WAIT!" three voices call at once. Meryl freezes.
"You can't throw her back to the cold!" Milly is now standing next to Meryl, frowning.
"And what's your guys' excuses?" Meryl asks Vash and Wolfwood.
Sharing thoughts, Vash and Wolfwood both exclaim, "Kenna N. is one of the last of the Notebook and has been dead for five years!"
~*~