Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own any Trigunness here or any other weird freakish copyrighted media that might happen to be mentioned here.
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I Have a Wanted Poster In My Pocket
Chapter Two: Evesdropping News
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In our last short chapter, Andrea is thirteen and homeless, wandering around Gunsmoke.
Some guy comes to rescue her...or something. o_O;
As the story goes, Andrea grows up amidst a group of bounty hunters. She was trained, and with enough patience, perserverence, and strength, she became an official bounty hunter. She wasn't half bad at it either.
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Andrea stood outside her "father's" office door. She could see the dark outlines of two men, one sitting at a desk, the other standing, and arguing.
"I don't want to put her through that! That man's an idiot." her father said firmly.
The second man pounded his fist on the desk. Or at least of what she could hear. "I don't care! She's capable enough and I know she doesn't go for looks! She's going after that--"
The second man was cut short. Her father roared with outrage. "HAVE YOU SEEN WHO ELSE GOES AFTER HIM?! SHE COULD BE KILLED IN THE PROCESS! I HAVE NO DOUBT SHE IS AN AMAZING BOUNTY HUNTER, BUT I AM NOT GONNA LET HER GO ON A SUICIDE MISSION! I WON'T HEAR OF IT!!" this time her father's fist crashed down onto the wooden desk. The second man shook his head.
"I know," he said softly. "I admire her to. I'd hate to loose such a nice girl. Full of much potential and grace. But we have to do this. Its already been decided." he sighed.
"Fine." her father suddenly sounded exhausted. "I'll let her go. But if she doesn't come back, mind you, I'll have something loud and hard to say about it, and you'll get most of the fury."
The second man cleared his throat and shuffled some papers, getting ready to leave. "I'm terribly sorry if anything happens. You know it wasn't my place to put in any vote whether she left for him or not."
"I know. I apoligize. You may leave."
"The second man started towards the door. Andrea quickly darted down the hall and turned a right towards the exit.
While walking down the hallway and pondering the conversation over and over through her brains, a sudden thought struck her head like lighting.
"Him?"
She began to run.
"Are they talking about--no...but...he said idiot..that means..." Andrea skidded to a sudden hault, being jerked back to reality by running heavily into the door.
She rubbed her head. "Vash. Hmmm...what was he like again?"
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The rest of the day was boring. Her father kept avoiding her, but was much more tender if she made a mistake on her chores. She knew why. What Andrea didn't understand was why her father was that worried. Well yeah, it practicly explains itself in the very price on the Typhoon's head, but what about the strong rumours of him refusing to kill anyone? It was time to confront her father.
--*Andrea is sitting in a chair in front of her father's desk, waiting for his return.*--
"Hope this goes well," she sighed, impatiently drumming her fingers across the wooden surface.
"And if its going to be horrible, I'd appriciate him to at least make it quick. The suspense is killing me."
"Can I help you?"
A sudden voice made Andrea jump about ten feet in the air. "Wha-? Dad?! I didn't...."
Matthew Fariante crossed the threshold and the floor of his office and sat at the desk. "You wanted to talk Andrea? It seems you have something on your mind." he leaned back and steepled his fingers, and put his feet up on his own desk.
"I...I heard you...well..." Andrea scratched her head nervously. "I heard about my next job. Its...the Humanoid Typhoon."
If Fariante had been drinking his usuall coffee, Andrea would've been dripping with it.
"H-how?! When?!" he leaned swung his feet off the desktop, almost falling out of his chair in shock.
"Evesdropping, sir."
"..."
"When Mr. Nathan came and I was outside cleaning. I took a break and overheard, and I guess I chose to keep hearing."
Her father blinked. "That settles it. I've told you many times not to do that."
"You know I was waiting outside anyway." she said quietly.
Fariante blinked again. "Yes, yes I know. I'm sorry. I've been acting strange lately because of your job. And not because of Mr. Vash himself, but if you must go after him, you'll run into the many others going for his head. Its not the query I'm worried about, Andrea."
It was Andrea's turn to blink. At a loss for words, she looked around the room. The ceiling fan gave off a nice breeze, but always got her sick when she stared at it for more than a few seconds. She looked down at her feet.
"So...when do I..."
"Tomorrow."
"WHAT?! WHEN WERE YOU PLANNING TO TELL ME?!" Andrea jumped up suddenly frantic. This suprised Fariante.
"In about an hour, actually, but you saved me the guilt." he smiled a weak smile, though it had the light of sincerity flickering across it. "Now go get ready, you finally leave home for your first real large bounty. You've had many successes, quite a few failiures however. I want to tell you that either way I'm proud of you for er...not losing your head." he laughed.
Andrea smiled and relaxed a little. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. "Thanks. I'll be getting ready now. May I have your leave?"
"You don't have to ask ME that, just everyone else or unless someone's around us in earshot. I already know I have your respect, Andrea. But yes, you may go." he folded his fingers and rested his chin on his hands as Andrea went out.
"Sorry for overeacting."
"S'ok. I don't mind."
IT GETS BETTER. o_o; Much better. Muuuch muuuch better. And longer. A looot loooot longer. XD
But if you want funny look at my other story, "A Really Messed Up Date." PG-13 for occasional cussing. I censored it in the first chapter...yeah. But anyone who reads it will know anyway since I let a letter in. Must be truthful with ratings!! And thanks for the reviews, anyone who wrote them! My eternal thanks and grattitude.
^_^
Want to contact me? Just click on my pen name thing, or if you don't wanna bother with that, my e-mail is below.
zerogarnet@tenchiclub.com
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I Have a Wanted Poster In My Pocket
Chapter Two: Evesdropping News
**************
In our last short chapter, Andrea is thirteen and homeless, wandering around Gunsmoke.
Some guy comes to rescue her...or something. o_O;
As the story goes, Andrea grows up amidst a group of bounty hunters. She was trained, and with enough patience, perserverence, and strength, she became an official bounty hunter. She wasn't half bad at it either.
~~~~~
Andrea stood outside her "father's" office door. She could see the dark outlines of two men, one sitting at a desk, the other standing, and arguing.
"I don't want to put her through that! That man's an idiot." her father said firmly.
The second man pounded his fist on the desk. Or at least of what she could hear. "I don't care! She's capable enough and I know she doesn't go for looks! She's going after that--"
The second man was cut short. Her father roared with outrage. "HAVE YOU SEEN WHO ELSE GOES AFTER HIM?! SHE COULD BE KILLED IN THE PROCESS! I HAVE NO DOUBT SHE IS AN AMAZING BOUNTY HUNTER, BUT I AM NOT GONNA LET HER GO ON A SUICIDE MISSION! I WON'T HEAR OF IT!!" this time her father's fist crashed down onto the wooden desk. The second man shook his head.
"I know," he said softly. "I admire her to. I'd hate to loose such a nice girl. Full of much potential and grace. But we have to do this. Its already been decided." he sighed.
"Fine." her father suddenly sounded exhausted. "I'll let her go. But if she doesn't come back, mind you, I'll have something loud and hard to say about it, and you'll get most of the fury."
The second man cleared his throat and shuffled some papers, getting ready to leave. "I'm terribly sorry if anything happens. You know it wasn't my place to put in any vote whether she left for him or not."
"I know. I apoligize. You may leave."
"The second man started towards the door. Andrea quickly darted down the hall and turned a right towards the exit.
While walking down the hallway and pondering the conversation over and over through her brains, a sudden thought struck her head like lighting.
"Him?"
She began to run.
"Are they talking about--no...but...he said idiot..that means..." Andrea skidded to a sudden hault, being jerked back to reality by running heavily into the door.
She rubbed her head. "Vash. Hmmm...what was he like again?"
~~~~~
The rest of the day was boring. Her father kept avoiding her, but was much more tender if she made a mistake on her chores. She knew why. What Andrea didn't understand was why her father was that worried. Well yeah, it practicly explains itself in the very price on the Typhoon's head, but what about the strong rumours of him refusing to kill anyone? It was time to confront her father.
--*Andrea is sitting in a chair in front of her father's desk, waiting for his return.*--
"Hope this goes well," she sighed, impatiently drumming her fingers across the wooden surface.
"And if its going to be horrible, I'd appriciate him to at least make it quick. The suspense is killing me."
"Can I help you?"
A sudden voice made Andrea jump about ten feet in the air. "Wha-? Dad?! I didn't...."
Matthew Fariante crossed the threshold and the floor of his office and sat at the desk. "You wanted to talk Andrea? It seems you have something on your mind." he leaned back and steepled his fingers, and put his feet up on his own desk.
"I...I heard you...well..." Andrea scratched her head nervously. "I heard about my next job. Its...the Humanoid Typhoon."
If Fariante had been drinking his usuall coffee, Andrea would've been dripping with it.
"H-how?! When?!" he leaned swung his feet off the desktop, almost falling out of his chair in shock.
"Evesdropping, sir."
"..."
"When Mr. Nathan came and I was outside cleaning. I took a break and overheard, and I guess I chose to keep hearing."
Her father blinked. "That settles it. I've told you many times not to do that."
"You know I was waiting outside anyway." she said quietly.
Fariante blinked again. "Yes, yes I know. I'm sorry. I've been acting strange lately because of your job. And not because of Mr. Vash himself, but if you must go after him, you'll run into the many others going for his head. Its not the query I'm worried about, Andrea."
It was Andrea's turn to blink. At a loss for words, she looked around the room. The ceiling fan gave off a nice breeze, but always got her sick when she stared at it for more than a few seconds. She looked down at her feet.
"So...when do I..."
"Tomorrow."
"WHAT?! WHEN WERE YOU PLANNING TO TELL ME?!" Andrea jumped up suddenly frantic. This suprised Fariante.
"In about an hour, actually, but you saved me the guilt." he smiled a weak smile, though it had the light of sincerity flickering across it. "Now go get ready, you finally leave home for your first real large bounty. You've had many successes, quite a few failiures however. I want to tell you that either way I'm proud of you for er...not losing your head." he laughed.
Andrea smiled and relaxed a little. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. "Thanks. I'll be getting ready now. May I have your leave?"
"You don't have to ask ME that, just everyone else or unless someone's around us in earshot. I already know I have your respect, Andrea. But yes, you may go." he folded his fingers and rested his chin on his hands as Andrea went out.
"Sorry for overeacting."
"S'ok. I don't mind."
IT GETS BETTER. o_o; Much better. Muuuch muuuch better. And longer. A looot loooot longer. XD
But if you want funny look at my other story, "A Really Messed Up Date." PG-13 for occasional cussing. I censored it in the first chapter...yeah. But anyone who reads it will know anyway since I let a letter in. Must be truthful with ratings!! And thanks for the reviews, anyone who wrote them! My eternal thanks and grattitude.
^_^
Want to contact me? Just click on my pen name thing, or if you don't wanna bother with that, my e-mail is below.
zerogarnet@tenchiclub.com