Disclaimer: I dun own Trigun! Wish I did though. ~_^;
On the very first spoken thing there is a reference to an old song alot of you younger people might not have heard of. o_o
The correct lyrics in that section are "On the road to California way back where I started from..." I don't own this song either, to let you know.
A/N: Promise it won't be so boring forever. Just extremely long. Honestly though, I think my other story is much better than this, but I wanna continue this story because if I don't write after two days, it nags at my brain like a book report due in three days. Have fun reading!!
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I Have a Wanted Poster In My Pocket
Chapter Three: A Stranger In Sheep's Clothing
(I have no earthly idea what this title really means. o.o;)
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Our last chapter has Andrea finding out about having to go after Vash as her new assignment. Andrea and her father talk about it and stuff, and he decides to cool off a bit and trust his daughter that she can live through this.
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"Ooon the road to July City way back where I started from..." Andrea sang happily through the dust that blew into her face as she drove down the desert road towards New July City, built almost on top of the ruins of the original July City.
It was high noon when she reached the town, and extremely hot, so she decided to go into the saloon for a drink. Her father had let her drink at a young age, but as a strict rule he only allowed her one or two shots of rather weak whiskey. Today she walked in and ordered some stuff that was alot stronger, but her system could handle it. Andrea grew up with the mentality that getting drunk was the most disgusting crime to humanity.
" 'Ere ya go, missy." the rough-looking barkeep said as he slid her drink down the polished wooden surface of the bar.
"Uh..thanks." Andrea shifted position on her stool and poured a little of the liquid into her glass. After pouring in her preferred amount, she picked up the shot glass and started to put it to her lips, when the swinging doors to the saloon were slammed open and a forlorn-looking and very bedraggled stranger staggered in. Andrea put her glass down and turned the stool to get a better look at his face.
"Whoa." she thought.
Blonde hair covered in desert dust shrouded the stranger's eyes, but everything below showed a slightly emotionless and tired expression, as if he had been living for over fifty years; the whole being of his face was that of a man who had lived many long years and was now tired of the world and humanity's ways. What suprised Andrea most, however, was that it was a younger man, maybe in his late twenty's.
Lost in thought, Andrea did not notice the man look up at her until too late. She blushed for being rude and turned back to her drink. Suddenly she did not feel like drinking, however. Andrea put her elbows on the bar and rested her head on her hands, compelled to think.
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"Hello, excuse me, Miss?!"
A voice from the distance reached out and roughly pulled Andrea back to reality with a crash. "Wha--?"
Her head slipped down off her hands and banged on the bar.
THUD.
"OW!"
"Um Miss, hello?"
Andrea looked around, rubbing her forehead. "Huh? What? Oh hello." Andrea looked to see who was talking to her, and saw the man that had so brought out her curiosity. She could see his eyes now. They seemed to be a little happier and the blonde hair was pushed back to show them. "Uhh...is there anything I can do for you sir?" She knew he was definitly older than she was.
The man sat next to her, the large brown cloth that doubled for a cloak slid back a little and revealed a bright red underneath. He quickly folded it back and covered up the red. Andrea kept it to herself.
"Well it looked to me like you had a glazed look in your eyes. I was hoping you weren't drunk or anything." he shook his hair that kept falling in front of his eyes.Andrea noticed a silver loop earring on his left ear.
"Oh, I haven't been here long. Haven't had anything to drink either come to that, even though I've already ordered it and its sitting right in front of me." Andrea looked at the man, showing more interest on her face than she meant to.
"That's good! Now, what's a nice polite girl like you doing here?" he seemed to show a bit of interest as well.
"Oh, nothing really," she said kind of offhand. Then Andrea's eyes shifted a bit and she leaned close. "I'm a bounty hunter," she whispered. The man's face flickered for a moment and went out. Andrea didn't notice. "O-on who? Who are you after?" the man looked slightly uncomfortable. Andrea leaned back into her original position again. "I'm not completely free yet. I work with the Matthew & Co. Society, and my dad's the son of the founder of this group of bounty hunters. My latest assignment is Vash the Stampede--" at this the man started, and this time Andrea noticed but it quickly left her mind.
"Sir, are you sure you're ok? If you need some extra money, which it looks like you do, I've got quite a few extra double dollars I can lend. And don't bother paying back, cause in about eight month's time I'll have at least sixty billion." she laughed. The man put his head to his hand. "Thanks miss but I think I'll be fi--" the man's face paled and he fell sideways.
"ACK!" Andrea caught him and with an effort pulled him back up. He seemed to be sick from being out in the sun for so long. "Must be this damned heat." she thought, and after taking a swig of her drink and paying, dragged the man out of the saloon and pulled him up onto her car and drove towards the hotel she was staying at and put him to bed.
"Good lord this man's heavy, no wonder he got sick!" Andrea collapsed into her chair next to her bed where the man was sleeping. The afternoon sun heated the room and she difted off to sleep from the thick heat and didn't notice someone picking her up and setting her down in the bed and quietly shut the bedroom door.
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Ooooooo I like this chapter. Um...more than the others. And gee, I bet you can guess who that mystery dude is, I mean, its pretty obvious. Anycheese, pleaaaaaaaaaaaase review. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase! Or you will face the wrath of my explosive twinkies of death!! MWAHAHAHA!!
On the very first spoken thing there is a reference to an old song alot of you younger people might not have heard of. o_o
The correct lyrics in that section are "On the road to California way back where I started from..." I don't own this song either, to let you know.
A/N: Promise it won't be so boring forever. Just extremely long. Honestly though, I think my other story is much better than this, but I wanna continue this story because if I don't write after two days, it nags at my brain like a book report due in three days. Have fun reading!!
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I Have a Wanted Poster In My Pocket
Chapter Three: A Stranger In Sheep's Clothing
(I have no earthly idea what this title really means. o.o;)
**************
Our last chapter has Andrea finding out about having to go after Vash as her new assignment. Andrea and her father talk about it and stuff, and he decides to cool off a bit and trust his daughter that she can live through this.
~~~~~
"Ooon the road to July City way back where I started from..." Andrea sang happily through the dust that blew into her face as she drove down the desert road towards New July City, built almost on top of the ruins of the original July City.
It was high noon when she reached the town, and extremely hot, so she decided to go into the saloon for a drink. Her father had let her drink at a young age, but as a strict rule he only allowed her one or two shots of rather weak whiskey. Today she walked in and ordered some stuff that was alot stronger, but her system could handle it. Andrea grew up with the mentality that getting drunk was the most disgusting crime to humanity.
" 'Ere ya go, missy." the rough-looking barkeep said as he slid her drink down the polished wooden surface of the bar.
"Uh..thanks." Andrea shifted position on her stool and poured a little of the liquid into her glass. After pouring in her preferred amount, she picked up the shot glass and started to put it to her lips, when the swinging doors to the saloon were slammed open and a forlorn-looking and very bedraggled stranger staggered in. Andrea put her glass down and turned the stool to get a better look at his face.
"Whoa." she thought.
Blonde hair covered in desert dust shrouded the stranger's eyes, but everything below showed a slightly emotionless and tired expression, as if he had been living for over fifty years; the whole being of his face was that of a man who had lived many long years and was now tired of the world and humanity's ways. What suprised Andrea most, however, was that it was a younger man, maybe in his late twenty's.
Lost in thought, Andrea did not notice the man look up at her until too late. She blushed for being rude and turned back to her drink. Suddenly she did not feel like drinking, however. Andrea put her elbows on the bar and rested her head on her hands, compelled to think.
~~~~~
"Hello, excuse me, Miss?!"
A voice from the distance reached out and roughly pulled Andrea back to reality with a crash. "Wha--?"
Her head slipped down off her hands and banged on the bar.
THUD.
"OW!"
"Um Miss, hello?"
Andrea looked around, rubbing her forehead. "Huh? What? Oh hello." Andrea looked to see who was talking to her, and saw the man that had so brought out her curiosity. She could see his eyes now. They seemed to be a little happier and the blonde hair was pushed back to show them. "Uhh...is there anything I can do for you sir?" She knew he was definitly older than she was.
The man sat next to her, the large brown cloth that doubled for a cloak slid back a little and revealed a bright red underneath. He quickly folded it back and covered up the red. Andrea kept it to herself.
"Well it looked to me like you had a glazed look in your eyes. I was hoping you weren't drunk or anything." he shook his hair that kept falling in front of his eyes.Andrea noticed a silver loop earring on his left ear.
"Oh, I haven't been here long. Haven't had anything to drink either come to that, even though I've already ordered it and its sitting right in front of me." Andrea looked at the man, showing more interest on her face than she meant to.
"That's good! Now, what's a nice polite girl like you doing here?" he seemed to show a bit of interest as well.
"Oh, nothing really," she said kind of offhand. Then Andrea's eyes shifted a bit and she leaned close. "I'm a bounty hunter," she whispered. The man's face flickered for a moment and went out. Andrea didn't notice. "O-on who? Who are you after?" the man looked slightly uncomfortable. Andrea leaned back into her original position again. "I'm not completely free yet. I work with the Matthew & Co. Society, and my dad's the son of the founder of this group of bounty hunters. My latest assignment is Vash the Stampede--" at this the man started, and this time Andrea noticed but it quickly left her mind.
"Sir, are you sure you're ok? If you need some extra money, which it looks like you do, I've got quite a few extra double dollars I can lend. And don't bother paying back, cause in about eight month's time I'll have at least sixty billion." she laughed. The man put his head to his hand. "Thanks miss but I think I'll be fi--" the man's face paled and he fell sideways.
"ACK!" Andrea caught him and with an effort pulled him back up. He seemed to be sick from being out in the sun for so long. "Must be this damned heat." she thought, and after taking a swig of her drink and paying, dragged the man out of the saloon and pulled him up onto her car and drove towards the hotel she was staying at and put him to bed.
"Good lord this man's heavy, no wonder he got sick!" Andrea collapsed into her chair next to her bed where the man was sleeping. The afternoon sun heated the room and she difted off to sleep from the thick heat and didn't notice someone picking her up and setting her down in the bed and quietly shut the bedroom door.
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Ooooooo I like this chapter. Um...more than the others. And gee, I bet you can guess who that mystery dude is, I mean, its pretty obvious. Anycheese, pleaaaaaaaaaaaase review. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase! Or you will face the wrath of my explosive twinkies of death!! MWAHAHAHA!!