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Vash sat the darkness of the living room alone, surrounded by silence. He closed his eyes and dozed off, memories of Meryl still floating around in his head.
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"Vash, I want you to come with me," said Meryl, "but you need to be here with Wolfwood."
"I would go, believe me," said Vash, grabbing Meryl's hands and holding them in his.
"I love you Vash."
"And I love you, Meryl. I don't want you to go alone, thought. You know how many dangers are out there."
"Who will I go with?"
"I'm sending Knives with you."
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Vash awoke abruptly from his sleep and cleared the painful memories of that day away, sitting with his chin resting in his cupped hands and thinking quietly to himself.
Why did I send Knives with her? Damnit! I'm such a fool...I should have gone with her and brought Wolfwood as well...DAMNIT!
Vash sat upright in his chair and reached for the phone, dialing the operator and connecting to Meryl's hotel once again.
What's done is done...she's better off...
Vash took a deep breath and smiled as the phone was picked up and answered by the sweet, melodious voice that was Meryl Stryfe's.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Meryl? It's me, Vash," answered Vash, his voice trembling as he spit out those words.
"Oh...hi," whispered Meryl.
"Look, I'm sorry for getting angry with you the last time we talked. I shouldn't have gone berserk on you and said some of the things I said. Can you possibly forgive me?"
"Of course I can. I understand why you were mad and you had every right to be."
"I had no right to say the things I said to you. Meryl, if you really and truly want to marry Knives and feel that he will be good to you, go for it. I have no objections."
"Vash, are you sure?"
"Yes, I am."
"May I ask you something?"
"Yeah?"
"Who is this mystery person you refused to tell me about the last time we spoke?"
"Her name is Saria, my desert rose."
"Do you love her?"
"Yes, and as a matter of fact, she is my fiancée."
"Well, I'm happy for you and I have no objections. Oh, um, Knives wants to speak with you."
"Okay?"
Vash waited silently as Meryl passed the phone off to Knives and a soft click was heard in the background, a signal that Knives would now speak.
"Tongari," began Knives, "Meryl and I were talking the other night at dinner and she told me that she has a feeling that you are in danger."
"What?" asked Vash, a slight chuckle in his voice.
"I'm serious Vash. Just, promise me that you'll watch out for yourself."
"I will."
"By the way, Meryl and I are giving up on this search, seeing as we have gotten nowhere in the past months, and we are returning to December in two days, so why don't you and your new love interest come over for a visit?"
"That would be great. Just give us a call when you two are back in town and we'll be over."
"Will do, and Vash?"
"Yes?"
"Take heed of my word, okay? Don't blow it off like you always do."
"Will do. Bye Knives."
Vash hung up the phone and walked out of the living room and back upstairs to the bedroom where Saria still lay asleep. He tiptoed over to the bedside and sat down beside his beautiful fiancé, gently pushing hair out of her eyes.
"Saria, wake up," whispered Vash, still stroking Saria's hair with his rough, calloused hands. Saria moaned and slowly opened her eyes, staring up at Vash and smiling.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Well, we've slept for a couple more hours after we woke up at eleven, so it's about four o'clock now."
"Oh shit!"
"What?"
"That much time has passed and we have so little time to plan our wedding."
"What are you...?"
"Hush! Vash, I know it's soon, but can we get married tomorrow?"
"Sure, but how? Who? Where?"
"Here in the house. I know someone who can marry us. Leave it all up to me."
"Should I call Knives, Meryl, and Wolfwood?"
"No, let's surprise everyone."
"But, Saria, don't we need witnesses?"
"My friend will marry us and he can be a witness as well. Trust me."
"Okay, whatever you want."
"I'm going to go downstairs and call my friend who can marry us. You go ahead and get dressed so we can go to town and buy the rings."
"Alright, and after I'll meet you downstairs."
"Okay. I love you so much Vash. Thank you for making all of my dreams come true."
"I love you too."
Saria kissed Vash on the cheek and rushed out of the room, singing all the way down the stairs. Vash turned and stared at his reflection in the mirror next to the bathroom door, smiling from ear to ear.
I can't believe it! I'm marrying the most wonderful woman in the world...all of this is happening so fast...
Vash turned from the mirror and opened his armoire, pulling out a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a belt, and tossed them onto the bed, slowly pulling off his thin sleep pants and t-shirt that he had put on before he had called Meryl.
He pulled his shirt around and buttoned it down, pulling on his slacks and adjusting them, sliding his belt through the belt loops and buckling it. He walked into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out his mega-hold hair gel, squeezing some into his palm and vigorously rubbing it through his golden locks.
He put the bottle back into the medicine cabinet after the ten minutes it took for him to get his hair to its sheer perfection and rushed back into the bedroom and to his closet, retrieving his boots and putting them on his feet.
He rose from the bed and took one last look at himself in the mirror next to the bathroom door, smiling at his reflection.
"Vash the Stampede," he said to his reflection, "you are one lucky man."
Vash laughed to himself as he walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs to Saria, thinking of how his life would be changing with his marriage to this wonderful, one of a kind woman.
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A/N: I hope you liked this chapter, if not, let me know. Please review! I am happy to inform you that the rest of this story should be posted within the next month, so be on the lookout! R&R!
Vash sat the darkness of the living room alone, surrounded by silence. He closed his eyes and dozed off, memories of Meryl still floating around in his head.
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"Vash, I want you to come with me," said Meryl, "but you need to be here with Wolfwood."
"I would go, believe me," said Vash, grabbing Meryl's hands and holding them in his.
"I love you Vash."
"And I love you, Meryl. I don't want you to go alone, thought. You know how many dangers are out there."
"Who will I go with?"
"I'm sending Knives with you."
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Vash awoke abruptly from his sleep and cleared the painful memories of that day away, sitting with his chin resting in his cupped hands and thinking quietly to himself.
Why did I send Knives with her? Damnit! I'm such a fool...I should have gone with her and brought Wolfwood as well...DAMNIT!
Vash sat upright in his chair and reached for the phone, dialing the operator and connecting to Meryl's hotel once again.
What's done is done...she's better off...
Vash took a deep breath and smiled as the phone was picked up and answered by the sweet, melodious voice that was Meryl Stryfe's.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Meryl? It's me, Vash," answered Vash, his voice trembling as he spit out those words.
"Oh...hi," whispered Meryl.
"Look, I'm sorry for getting angry with you the last time we talked. I shouldn't have gone berserk on you and said some of the things I said. Can you possibly forgive me?"
"Of course I can. I understand why you were mad and you had every right to be."
"I had no right to say the things I said to you. Meryl, if you really and truly want to marry Knives and feel that he will be good to you, go for it. I have no objections."
"Vash, are you sure?"
"Yes, I am."
"May I ask you something?"
"Yeah?"
"Who is this mystery person you refused to tell me about the last time we spoke?"
"Her name is Saria, my desert rose."
"Do you love her?"
"Yes, and as a matter of fact, she is my fiancée."
"Well, I'm happy for you and I have no objections. Oh, um, Knives wants to speak with you."
"Okay?"
Vash waited silently as Meryl passed the phone off to Knives and a soft click was heard in the background, a signal that Knives would now speak.
"Tongari," began Knives, "Meryl and I were talking the other night at dinner and she told me that she has a feeling that you are in danger."
"What?" asked Vash, a slight chuckle in his voice.
"I'm serious Vash. Just, promise me that you'll watch out for yourself."
"I will."
"By the way, Meryl and I are giving up on this search, seeing as we have gotten nowhere in the past months, and we are returning to December in two days, so why don't you and your new love interest come over for a visit?"
"That would be great. Just give us a call when you two are back in town and we'll be over."
"Will do, and Vash?"
"Yes?"
"Take heed of my word, okay? Don't blow it off like you always do."
"Will do. Bye Knives."
Vash hung up the phone and walked out of the living room and back upstairs to the bedroom where Saria still lay asleep. He tiptoed over to the bedside and sat down beside his beautiful fiancé, gently pushing hair out of her eyes.
"Saria, wake up," whispered Vash, still stroking Saria's hair with his rough, calloused hands. Saria moaned and slowly opened her eyes, staring up at Vash and smiling.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Well, we've slept for a couple more hours after we woke up at eleven, so it's about four o'clock now."
"Oh shit!"
"What?"
"That much time has passed and we have so little time to plan our wedding."
"What are you...?"
"Hush! Vash, I know it's soon, but can we get married tomorrow?"
"Sure, but how? Who? Where?"
"Here in the house. I know someone who can marry us. Leave it all up to me."
"Should I call Knives, Meryl, and Wolfwood?"
"No, let's surprise everyone."
"But, Saria, don't we need witnesses?"
"My friend will marry us and he can be a witness as well. Trust me."
"Okay, whatever you want."
"I'm going to go downstairs and call my friend who can marry us. You go ahead and get dressed so we can go to town and buy the rings."
"Alright, and after I'll meet you downstairs."
"Okay. I love you so much Vash. Thank you for making all of my dreams come true."
"I love you too."
Saria kissed Vash on the cheek and rushed out of the room, singing all the way down the stairs. Vash turned and stared at his reflection in the mirror next to the bathroom door, smiling from ear to ear.
I can't believe it! I'm marrying the most wonderful woman in the world...all of this is happening so fast...
Vash turned from the mirror and opened his armoire, pulling out a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a belt, and tossed them onto the bed, slowly pulling off his thin sleep pants and t-shirt that he had put on before he had called Meryl.
He pulled his shirt around and buttoned it down, pulling on his slacks and adjusting them, sliding his belt through the belt loops and buckling it. He walked into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out his mega-hold hair gel, squeezing some into his palm and vigorously rubbing it through his golden locks.
He put the bottle back into the medicine cabinet after the ten minutes it took for him to get his hair to its sheer perfection and rushed back into the bedroom and to his closet, retrieving his boots and putting them on his feet.
He rose from the bed and took one last look at himself in the mirror next to the bathroom door, smiling at his reflection.
"Vash the Stampede," he said to his reflection, "you are one lucky man."
Vash laughed to himself as he walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs to Saria, thinking of how his life would be changing with his marriage to this wonderful, one of a kind woman.
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A/N: I hope you liked this chapter, if not, let me know. Please review! I am happy to inform you that the rest of this story should be posted within the next month, so be on the lookout! R&R!