Disclaimer: Don't own Trigun! *sobs* Nor do I own the group "They Might Be Giants".
A/N: THANKYOU reviewers! You shall NOT face the bloody wrath of my explosive twinkies of death! ^^; I've been grounded, so I tried to write this soon before my parents got home. . I won't finish of course...
NOTICE: I think its weird chapter syndrome. This chapter and the latest of my other story are EXTREMELY strange. Except this one's long. This chapter is a bit longer than alot of the other chapters of anything I've written, so SUPRISE!! MWAHAHAHA!!
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I Have a Wanted Poster In My Pocket
Chapter Four: Bubbles
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Last chapter: Andrea meets a dust-worn, blonde, young man in a pub at New July. She takes him to her room after he passes out from dehydration and the intense heat. He "leaves." This chapter shows Andrea's freaked-out, panic, spazing side.
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"Pleaaase pass the chilled apple dear...I've got a headache..."
Fifteen minutes later...
"Youuuuuuuu love meeeee deaaaaaressst...."
Andrea's sleeptalking had always made her siblings and cousins or anyone who had slept in the same room with her think she was nothing short of possessed. However her mind was completely capable and fully functional...most of the time.
Vash poked Andrea's shoulder.
(K from now on, I'll call him Vash...since I'm sick of saying "the blonde guy", all right? Take note that Andrea doesn't know he's Vash...yet...mwahahahaha!)
He had decided to check on her. That girl didn't seem to look well when she was sleeping, and her talking sounded like something you'd hear from a They Might Be Giants album. More or less.
Andrea shuddered and rolled off the bed, waking her through the pain of falling onto a splintery wooden floor.
"ACK!" she sat up and rubbed her head, acting six years less than her age.
"What the hell was that? I was dreaming about trees and..." Andrea noticed Vash and stood up quickly. "DAMN!!"
"Hello!" he said cheerfully.
"What are you doing in my room?!"
"Honestly, I don't remember correctly, miss."
"Well DUH! You passed out and I dragged you here and put you in my...bed..." she broke off finishing the last few words very slowly as her brain processed the pieces together. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Vash fell backwards in his chair. "W-what did I do?"
"You...you put me in my bed! BLEEEAAHHHHHH!!" Andrea started rubbing herself against the wall.
"AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU'RE NAME! NOOOOO!!" she sprinted out the door leaving Vash there in total and complete bewilderment.
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*Two days later.*
"Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh."
Continuous thuds were heard in the pub as Andrea banged her head repeatedly on the bar.
"No leads after two days and I can't get rid of that...stupid...person...man...thing..."
THUD.
"What'll it be?"
"Haven't seen you before."
"I'm the new bartender. So, are you gonna order something or not?" the young man's tone wasn't hostile.
THUD.
"Uhhh...just some water please. And a teabag. A strong teabag, if you don't mind."
THUD.
"Yes ma'am."
THUD.
The doors to the pub swung open again, but Andrea didn't look up. She head someone sitting next to her.
THUD.
"I don't think that's very good for you." it was that man again; Vash.
THU--
"HEY! I told you not to follow me around anymore! I could arrest you, you know. I have that authority."
Vash blinked and laughed weakly. "N-nah, no that's fine. Really, I just...like you. YEAH that's it! Yeah yeah, I like you."
Andrea inched away. "Can't say its good that you're not drunk. So, mister, you've been tagging along side me for two days and disrupting my work, and I don't even know you're name yet. You could at least tell me. Anyway, you do look really familliar, but I can't seem to put my finger on it." her sudden and powerful intrigue that was her nature overrid her irritation. Andrea's face was thoughtful.
Vash blinked again, and the perspireation showed underneath his blonde hair. "Its...A-Alex, Alex Saverem. Just call me Alex." he smiled. "Well ok er...Alex. Would you please not follow me? There's been a rumor that Vash the Stampede is still in this town and I don't need people tagging along with me while I follow the trace and search around. It looks to me like you know what an amature's danger is. That's a nasty scar on your neck. But please, Alex, I work better alone." Andrea's drink arrived and she seized a spoon and stirred the teabag around a bit, let it steep, and stirred a little more. 'Alex' pulled his white shirt's collar closer around his neck. Andrea was lost in thought again, drained the huge glass of hot tea quickly, and stood. "I have to get back to my searching, and I've gotten very crappy results. Mainly because of you." she said it with a forced-back grin. "But wait, I--" but before Vash could finish, Andrea turned on her heel and went out of the pub, and down the street.
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*Five hours later*
"Stay AWAY Alex! I'm warning you! I've got a...well, I don't have a gun...but I've got twelve throwing knives and I'm not afraid to use them!!"
Andrea stood in the alleyway ready to throw back her cloak and chuck her knives at Vash's figure standing ten feet away.
He had his hands up. "I was just standing here, that's all!!" his voice had an innocent tone to it like that of a child's. Andrea relaxed a little and sighed exasperatedly.
"Those damn leads were useless, I guess. They say they saw a blonde with a red coat go down this street and this is the only alleyway. I turn the corner, expecting to find the famous Humanoid Typhoon and I find...wait...I'll give you...three guesses!!" Andrea's voice was icy cold and sarcastic. The breeze whispered into the alley and a piece of red cloth in the dumpster behind Vash fluttered in the wind. "I'm sorry then, lady, if you think I'm following you then that's just--"
"Sick. I'm sorry too. I'm normally nice to people but today the heat is worse than hell's fires and your just annoying with your stupid perpetual love for donuts and that you fully live up to the dumb blonde standards. Now, let me have a talk with you about something called personal spaaaaaace. AKA, bubbles."
Andrea led Vash to a park bench on the other end of the alley in the square and sat him down. She stood up in front with a military and businesslike air to every one of her actions.
"Listen, I have a job to do. I doubt you do, because I see you all over town in every donut or pastry stand wasting that money I gave you."
The twin suns were setting.
"Everyone has their own personal space. Which is, if someone follows them around all the time; bugging them, talking to them, in a nutshell, annoying the living hell out of them! In your terms, its called a 'bubble'. You got it so far?"
Vash nodded, acting like a kid again.
"Ooo-k," she continued, "Now if I need my own time alone to work and concentrate, I don't need someone bugging me. Yes, you can talk to me once in a while but seriously Alex, even if you do really like me, I want to get my job done so I can go home. I've traveled through ten towns in three months. That's driving all day for several days straight and stopping only three very short times in two days. I've finally got an awsome lead and even if I fail, I want to know that I did my job correctly. You might not ever understand. Just please, let me work and be done, and just...just leave me and my comfort zone, bubble, personal space, whatever you call it, alone."
Andrea took a deep breath. Vash's face looked slightly hurt. Andrea went over and patted his head. "There there, Mr. Saverem. But this task is something only the ones who do it can understand. So I'll be a little nicer from now on, ok?" she turned to walk away, the suns just about to completely disappear over the horizon. All of the sudden, Vash tackled Andrea's legs, but she managed to keep her balance. "ALEX!"
"You're so...so kind!" then he stopped clinging to Andrea's lower legs and stood up. He looked at Andrea with those eyes that looked so old. It was a silent awkward moment. Suddenly Vash yelled out "LOVE AND PEACE!!" It suprised Andrea so badly that she screamed and fell backwards onto her backside. If you had seen her face after she fell, it would have looked something like this:
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THE END! Not really. Just the end to this very strange chapter. And will I ruin it for you if I said that Andrea starts kind of really really liking Vash and then right before she tells him how she feels, she finds out he's...Vash? OOPS. Hehehe sorry bout that. And one more thing, the Priesty Dude (Wolfwood) is in the next chapter, or the one after it! WHOO. I ish glad to see people enjoying what I write. It makes me feel SPECIAL. ~_^
A/N: THANKYOU reviewers! You shall NOT face the bloody wrath of my explosive twinkies of death! ^^; I've been grounded, so I tried to write this soon before my parents got home. . I won't finish of course...
NOTICE: I think its weird chapter syndrome. This chapter and the latest of my other story are EXTREMELY strange. Except this one's long. This chapter is a bit longer than alot of the other chapters of anything I've written, so SUPRISE!! MWAHAHAHA!!
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I Have a Wanted Poster In My Pocket
Chapter Four: Bubbles
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Last chapter: Andrea meets a dust-worn, blonde, young man in a pub at New July. She takes him to her room after he passes out from dehydration and the intense heat. He "leaves." This chapter shows Andrea's freaked-out, panic, spazing side.
~~~~~
"Pleaaase pass the chilled apple dear...I've got a headache..."
Fifteen minutes later...
"Youuuuuuuu love meeeee deaaaaaressst...."
Andrea's sleeptalking had always made her siblings and cousins or anyone who had slept in the same room with her think she was nothing short of possessed. However her mind was completely capable and fully functional...most of the time.
Vash poked Andrea's shoulder.
(K from now on, I'll call him Vash...since I'm sick of saying "the blonde guy", all right? Take note that Andrea doesn't know he's Vash...yet...mwahahahaha!)
He had decided to check on her. That girl didn't seem to look well when she was sleeping, and her talking sounded like something you'd hear from a They Might Be Giants album. More or less.
Andrea shuddered and rolled off the bed, waking her through the pain of falling onto a splintery wooden floor.
"ACK!" she sat up and rubbed her head, acting six years less than her age.
"What the hell was that? I was dreaming about trees and..." Andrea noticed Vash and stood up quickly. "DAMN!!"
"Hello!" he said cheerfully.
"What are you doing in my room?!"
"Honestly, I don't remember correctly, miss."
"Well DUH! You passed out and I dragged you here and put you in my...bed..." she broke off finishing the last few words very slowly as her brain processed the pieces together. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Vash fell backwards in his chair. "W-what did I do?"
"You...you put me in my bed! BLEEEAAHHHHHH!!" Andrea started rubbing herself against the wall.
"AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU'RE NAME! NOOOOO!!" she sprinted out the door leaving Vash there in total and complete bewilderment.
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*Two days later.*
"Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh."
Continuous thuds were heard in the pub as Andrea banged her head repeatedly on the bar.
"No leads after two days and I can't get rid of that...stupid...person...man...thing..."
THUD.
"What'll it be?"
"Haven't seen you before."
"I'm the new bartender. So, are you gonna order something or not?" the young man's tone wasn't hostile.
THUD.
"Uhhh...just some water please. And a teabag. A strong teabag, if you don't mind."
THUD.
"Yes ma'am."
THUD.
The doors to the pub swung open again, but Andrea didn't look up. She head someone sitting next to her.
THUD.
"I don't think that's very good for you." it was that man again; Vash.
THU--
"HEY! I told you not to follow me around anymore! I could arrest you, you know. I have that authority."
Vash blinked and laughed weakly. "N-nah, no that's fine. Really, I just...like you. YEAH that's it! Yeah yeah, I like you."
Andrea inched away. "Can't say its good that you're not drunk. So, mister, you've been tagging along side me for two days and disrupting my work, and I don't even know you're name yet. You could at least tell me. Anyway, you do look really familliar, but I can't seem to put my finger on it." her sudden and powerful intrigue that was her nature overrid her irritation. Andrea's face was thoughtful.
Vash blinked again, and the perspireation showed underneath his blonde hair. "Its...A-Alex, Alex Saverem. Just call me Alex." he smiled. "Well ok er...Alex. Would you please not follow me? There's been a rumor that Vash the Stampede is still in this town and I don't need people tagging along with me while I follow the trace and search around. It looks to me like you know what an amature's danger is. That's a nasty scar on your neck. But please, Alex, I work better alone." Andrea's drink arrived and she seized a spoon and stirred the teabag around a bit, let it steep, and stirred a little more. 'Alex' pulled his white shirt's collar closer around his neck. Andrea was lost in thought again, drained the huge glass of hot tea quickly, and stood. "I have to get back to my searching, and I've gotten very crappy results. Mainly because of you." she said it with a forced-back grin. "But wait, I--" but before Vash could finish, Andrea turned on her heel and went out of the pub, and down the street.
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*Five hours later*
"Stay AWAY Alex! I'm warning you! I've got a...well, I don't have a gun...but I've got twelve throwing knives and I'm not afraid to use them!!"
Andrea stood in the alleyway ready to throw back her cloak and chuck her knives at Vash's figure standing ten feet away.
He had his hands up. "I was just standing here, that's all!!" his voice had an innocent tone to it like that of a child's. Andrea relaxed a little and sighed exasperatedly.
"Those damn leads were useless, I guess. They say they saw a blonde with a red coat go down this street and this is the only alleyway. I turn the corner, expecting to find the famous Humanoid Typhoon and I find...wait...I'll give you...three guesses!!" Andrea's voice was icy cold and sarcastic. The breeze whispered into the alley and a piece of red cloth in the dumpster behind Vash fluttered in the wind. "I'm sorry then, lady, if you think I'm following you then that's just--"
"Sick. I'm sorry too. I'm normally nice to people but today the heat is worse than hell's fires and your just annoying with your stupid perpetual love for donuts and that you fully live up to the dumb blonde standards. Now, let me have a talk with you about something called personal spaaaaaace. AKA, bubbles."
Andrea led Vash to a park bench on the other end of the alley in the square and sat him down. She stood up in front with a military and businesslike air to every one of her actions.
"Listen, I have a job to do. I doubt you do, because I see you all over town in every donut or pastry stand wasting that money I gave you."
The twin suns were setting.
"Everyone has their own personal space. Which is, if someone follows them around all the time; bugging them, talking to them, in a nutshell, annoying the living hell out of them! In your terms, its called a 'bubble'. You got it so far?"
Vash nodded, acting like a kid again.
"Ooo-k," she continued, "Now if I need my own time alone to work and concentrate, I don't need someone bugging me. Yes, you can talk to me once in a while but seriously Alex, even if you do really like me, I want to get my job done so I can go home. I've traveled through ten towns in three months. That's driving all day for several days straight and stopping only three very short times in two days. I've finally got an awsome lead and even if I fail, I want to know that I did my job correctly. You might not ever understand. Just please, let me work and be done, and just...just leave me and my comfort zone, bubble, personal space, whatever you call it, alone."
Andrea took a deep breath. Vash's face looked slightly hurt. Andrea went over and patted his head. "There there, Mr. Saverem. But this task is something only the ones who do it can understand. So I'll be a little nicer from now on, ok?" she turned to walk away, the suns just about to completely disappear over the horizon. All of the sudden, Vash tackled Andrea's legs, but she managed to keep her balance. "ALEX!"
"You're so...so kind!" then he stopped clinging to Andrea's lower legs and stood up. He looked at Andrea with those eyes that looked so old. It was a silent awkward moment. Suddenly Vash yelled out "LOVE AND PEACE!!" It suprised Andrea so badly that she screamed and fell backwards onto her backside. If you had seen her face after she fell, it would have looked something like this:
@_#;
~*~*~*~
THE END! Not really. Just the end to this very strange chapter. And will I ruin it for you if I said that Andrea starts kind of really really liking Vash and then right before she tells him how she feels, she finds out he's...Vash? OOPS. Hehehe sorry bout that. And one more thing, the Priesty Dude (Wolfwood) is in the next chapter, or the one after it! WHOO. I ish glad to see people enjoying what I write. It makes me feel SPECIAL. ~_^