I've been wanting to do a sequel to Shadow Gunner, so, I did. I'm hoping to fix this baby up a bit more than I did SG, including giving it a good title. Don't worry about reading the first one though, it wasn't really anything, and this story will pretty much explain things for ya! – shadow
I own none of the Trigun characters, even though I wish on a star every night that I could own Vash. It really is a shame you can't see stars in the city...
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"Excuse me, ma-am. Can I have a moment of your time?" said a young woman. An old looking lady peered back towards the voice. "What is it sweetheart?" she asked calmly. The girl was leaning on a fence of the where the old woman and her husband were eating lunch, smiling sweetly. "Y'see, I'm looking for this man right here." she said, un-crumpling a picture with a young man on it and jabbing at his face harshly. "I've tracked him down to this city here, and I've been wondering if you've seen him around. Have you?" The old lady grimaced a bit and the girl couldn't tell whether she was trying to force down her food or she the picture. "Lemme get a look at that there picture, girlie." her husband said. "I got better eyes than that one there." She guessed he was referring to his wife. She handed the old man the picture, and not much longer did he have his answer. "Tall feller he is...a good amount o'er six feet wit some wild hair about 'im." he said. "I saw 'im about an hour ago, wraslin wit the young-uns o'er there." The girl followed the old man's long, knobby finger to the town square. "Best stay 'way from that one though." he continued. "Sheriff bout to run him outta town." The girl looked at the old man with a mix of dark interest and genuine concern. "Why is that, sir?" The old man took a deep breath, as if he were about to tell a deep, dark secret, then whispered "Girlie, the rumors say that he's Vash the Stampede, you know, the legendary outlaw that destroyed July and Augusta." The girl nodded. "That just means I'll have to find him soon." she said with a heavy sigh. "Thank you for your help, and sorry to have disturbed you. Enjoy your lunch!" The old couple looked at the retreating figure of the girl. "YOU BE CAREFUL!" they both shouted. She didn't pay them any mind. She knew what she was getting into. 'I know the next place to go to track him.' she thought deviously.
Vash felt his stomach rumbling viciously. He hadn't eaten since last night, and it wasn't much. He had the taste for some donuts, and he was headed towards the little stand nearby for them. He grinned stupidly at the lady running the stand. "Gimme a bag of donuts, please." he said, slamming $$10 on the desk. "Let's make it two bags instead." The lady rolled her eyes and handed him the bags. "Thank you very much!" he grinned, and strolled off contentedly, scarfing down donuts while he walked. Then, out of nowhere, a silver-haired young woman appeared in front of him. Vash practically walked into the girl, who was smiling cheerfully at him. "Hello." she said bluntly. "Hi!" Vash said, copying the young woman's cheerfulness. The girl pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "I've been looking for you for a long time, ya know. For the past three years, in fact." Vash nodded nervously, his cheerful smile now plastered on his face like a bad mask. "Uh...who are you?" he asked, a little freaked out. The girl shook her head. "Not telling." she said childishly. "I know you know who I am. There aren't many people on this planet my age with silver hair, huh. Just think about it for a minute, blondie." She could see him wracked in thought, so she gave him another hint. "I met you when I was 15...three years ago, in a bar in Trinity." Bells were starting to go off in Vash's head. He remembered meeting a girl in a bar three years ago with silver hair and the nerve to call him 'blondie' every chance she got. "Couldn't be..." he said, shaking his head. He inspected the girl head to toe, and she looked totally different from the irritable teen he remembered. Instead of short, shaggy hair a way too oversized t-shirt and some faded black slacks, this girl had on a well made black set and a light blue vest, and her hair was pulled up into a high, not to mention long, ponytail. The girl just smiled cheerfully. "I grew up a lot, huh Vash?" He pulled her into a hug. "Great to see you again, Jaime" he said.
It was a bit later and Jaime and Vash were sitting at a table in the local bar. "How old are you know, hmm?" he asked, sipping on his beer. Jaime leaned back, smiling darkly as if she had a secret she was itching to tell. "Seventeen. Won't be eighteen 'til close to the end of the year." She gulped down the contents of her glass, slammed the glass down to the table and belched loudly. "Just as crude as ever..." Vash sweat dropped. "Hey, barkeep! Hit me with another cherry cola, wouldja!" she yelled. The bartender nodded. "I'm still mad at you, Vash." she said simply. Vash shifted uncomfortably. "Why?" "A." she began. "You ditched me. B. You never, ever contacted me. C. As much as I missed you, you didn't even know who I was when I finally found you!" Vash blushed slightly. "I knew who you were...I just wasn't sure at first, that's all!" "Uh-huh." She rolled her eyes. People were doing that to him a lot today, he realized. "Anyway," she continued, sipping on her refilled cherry cola. "I've got myself a job now- a-days, a REAL one this time, and I was out doing my work when the idea dawned on me to stop waiting around and see if I could find you, so I did." "Huh?" Vash scratched his head. "Wouldn't just getting up and leaving town get you fired?" "I'm my own boss." she said, flinging her arm onto the back of the chair. "I decided to put my gun skills to good use." Vash shifted again, ten times more uncomfortable than before. "Why do I have the feeling I know what you're gonna say..." he muttered. Jaime grinned broadly. She put her face right in his "That's right, blondie-kun; I'm a bounty hunter now. Officially." she patted him on the shoulder; Vash just whimpered. "I figured, hey, it was fun tailing you, but, I never would get the money, so why don't I 'bounty hunt' people I'd have the heart to turn in. You follow?" Vash nodded. "I wonder," he blurted out. "If donut holes actually fit inside the holes of a donut." Jaime looked at him, half amused, half confused. "Wha?" "You know those little, round donut bites?" he said, trying to make it simpler. Jaime nodded attentively. "Well, I wanna know if they could fit inside the actual hole of a donut." he finished, yanking a donut out of the bag and chomping out a section. Jaime sweat dropped. "Same as ever..." she sighed in defeat. "Lemme have one of those donuts, blondie!" Vash hugged the one remaining bag like a stingy child, unwilling to give up his stuff. "Please?" she pouted. Vash still clutched the bag protectively. "Fine! Be greedy!" she sulked. Vash just stuck out his tongue. "Yay! I win!" he cheered immaturely. Then, out of nowhere, Jaime dove over the table, tackling him to the ground. "Gimme the bag!" she growled. "No!" he yelped. "Lemme go!" He tried to squirm out from under her, but Jaime had him pinned. He started thrashing around like a fish out of water, but, she held on, she had him by a headlock. "Gimme!" she shrieked. She started pulling the bag from him, but Vash had a firm grip. "No!" he said back, letting the bag go at the right moment and sending the girl flying back into a table. "Owww....you JERK!" she roared, rubbing a lump on her head. "I'll get you for that!" Vash hurried up and dashed out the door, followed by the enraged Jaime. She caught up with him enough so that she could tackle him to the ground like a drunken football player. Vash started writhing on the ground, which soon turned into mechanical twitches, which turned into perfect stillness. "Now...GIVE ME A DONUT!" she yelled through tired breaths, her voice reverberating through the street. "Fine." Vash sulked. "You win." He pulled out the bag and started feeling in it. "Oops...looks like that was the last one! Hehehe!" Jaime's jaw dropped. "Don't 'hehehe' me, blondie!" she growled. She clunked Vash over the head. "Sleep a little longer, you miserable drunk!"
I own none of the Trigun characters, even though I wish on a star every night that I could own Vash. It really is a shame you can't see stars in the city...
:::::part 1:::::
"Excuse me, ma-am. Can I have a moment of your time?" said a young woman. An old looking lady peered back towards the voice. "What is it sweetheart?" she asked calmly. The girl was leaning on a fence of the where the old woman and her husband were eating lunch, smiling sweetly. "Y'see, I'm looking for this man right here." she said, un-crumpling a picture with a young man on it and jabbing at his face harshly. "I've tracked him down to this city here, and I've been wondering if you've seen him around. Have you?" The old lady grimaced a bit and the girl couldn't tell whether she was trying to force down her food or she the picture. "Lemme get a look at that there picture, girlie." her husband said. "I got better eyes than that one there." She guessed he was referring to his wife. She handed the old man the picture, and not much longer did he have his answer. "Tall feller he is...a good amount o'er six feet wit some wild hair about 'im." he said. "I saw 'im about an hour ago, wraslin wit the young-uns o'er there." The girl followed the old man's long, knobby finger to the town square. "Best stay 'way from that one though." he continued. "Sheriff bout to run him outta town." The girl looked at the old man with a mix of dark interest and genuine concern. "Why is that, sir?" The old man took a deep breath, as if he were about to tell a deep, dark secret, then whispered "Girlie, the rumors say that he's Vash the Stampede, you know, the legendary outlaw that destroyed July and Augusta." The girl nodded. "That just means I'll have to find him soon." she said with a heavy sigh. "Thank you for your help, and sorry to have disturbed you. Enjoy your lunch!" The old couple looked at the retreating figure of the girl. "YOU BE CAREFUL!" they both shouted. She didn't pay them any mind. She knew what she was getting into. 'I know the next place to go to track him.' she thought deviously.
Vash felt his stomach rumbling viciously. He hadn't eaten since last night, and it wasn't much. He had the taste for some donuts, and he was headed towards the little stand nearby for them. He grinned stupidly at the lady running the stand. "Gimme a bag of donuts, please." he said, slamming $$10 on the desk. "Let's make it two bags instead." The lady rolled her eyes and handed him the bags. "Thank you very much!" he grinned, and strolled off contentedly, scarfing down donuts while he walked. Then, out of nowhere, a silver-haired young woman appeared in front of him. Vash practically walked into the girl, who was smiling cheerfully at him. "Hello." she said bluntly. "Hi!" Vash said, copying the young woman's cheerfulness. The girl pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "I've been looking for you for a long time, ya know. For the past three years, in fact." Vash nodded nervously, his cheerful smile now plastered on his face like a bad mask. "Uh...who are you?" he asked, a little freaked out. The girl shook her head. "Not telling." she said childishly. "I know you know who I am. There aren't many people on this planet my age with silver hair, huh. Just think about it for a minute, blondie." She could see him wracked in thought, so she gave him another hint. "I met you when I was 15...three years ago, in a bar in Trinity." Bells were starting to go off in Vash's head. He remembered meeting a girl in a bar three years ago with silver hair and the nerve to call him 'blondie' every chance she got. "Couldn't be..." he said, shaking his head. He inspected the girl head to toe, and she looked totally different from the irritable teen he remembered. Instead of short, shaggy hair a way too oversized t-shirt and some faded black slacks, this girl had on a well made black set and a light blue vest, and her hair was pulled up into a high, not to mention long, ponytail. The girl just smiled cheerfully. "I grew up a lot, huh Vash?" He pulled her into a hug. "Great to see you again, Jaime" he said.
It was a bit later and Jaime and Vash were sitting at a table in the local bar. "How old are you know, hmm?" he asked, sipping on his beer. Jaime leaned back, smiling darkly as if she had a secret she was itching to tell. "Seventeen. Won't be eighteen 'til close to the end of the year." She gulped down the contents of her glass, slammed the glass down to the table and belched loudly. "Just as crude as ever..." Vash sweat dropped. "Hey, barkeep! Hit me with another cherry cola, wouldja!" she yelled. The bartender nodded. "I'm still mad at you, Vash." she said simply. Vash shifted uncomfortably. "Why?" "A." she began. "You ditched me. B. You never, ever contacted me. C. As much as I missed you, you didn't even know who I was when I finally found you!" Vash blushed slightly. "I knew who you were...I just wasn't sure at first, that's all!" "Uh-huh." She rolled her eyes. People were doing that to him a lot today, he realized. "Anyway," she continued, sipping on her refilled cherry cola. "I've got myself a job now- a-days, a REAL one this time, and I was out doing my work when the idea dawned on me to stop waiting around and see if I could find you, so I did." "Huh?" Vash scratched his head. "Wouldn't just getting up and leaving town get you fired?" "I'm my own boss." she said, flinging her arm onto the back of the chair. "I decided to put my gun skills to good use." Vash shifted again, ten times more uncomfortable than before. "Why do I have the feeling I know what you're gonna say..." he muttered. Jaime grinned broadly. She put her face right in his "That's right, blondie-kun; I'm a bounty hunter now. Officially." she patted him on the shoulder; Vash just whimpered. "I figured, hey, it was fun tailing you, but, I never would get the money, so why don't I 'bounty hunt' people I'd have the heart to turn in. You follow?" Vash nodded. "I wonder," he blurted out. "If donut holes actually fit inside the holes of a donut." Jaime looked at him, half amused, half confused. "Wha?" "You know those little, round donut bites?" he said, trying to make it simpler. Jaime nodded attentively. "Well, I wanna know if they could fit inside the actual hole of a donut." he finished, yanking a donut out of the bag and chomping out a section. Jaime sweat dropped. "Same as ever..." she sighed in defeat. "Lemme have one of those donuts, blondie!" Vash hugged the one remaining bag like a stingy child, unwilling to give up his stuff. "Please?" she pouted. Vash still clutched the bag protectively. "Fine! Be greedy!" she sulked. Vash just stuck out his tongue. "Yay! I win!" he cheered immaturely. Then, out of nowhere, Jaime dove over the table, tackling him to the ground. "Gimme the bag!" she growled. "No!" he yelped. "Lemme go!" He tried to squirm out from under her, but Jaime had him pinned. He started thrashing around like a fish out of water, but, she held on, she had him by a headlock. "Gimme!" she shrieked. She started pulling the bag from him, but Vash had a firm grip. "No!" he said back, letting the bag go at the right moment and sending the girl flying back into a table. "Owww....you JERK!" she roared, rubbing a lump on her head. "I'll get you for that!" Vash hurried up and dashed out the door, followed by the enraged Jaime. She caught up with him enough so that she could tackle him to the ground like a drunken football player. Vash started writhing on the ground, which soon turned into mechanical twitches, which turned into perfect stillness. "Now...GIVE ME A DONUT!" she yelled through tired breaths, her voice reverberating through the street. "Fine." Vash sulked. "You win." He pulled out the bag and started feeling in it. "Oops...looks like that was the last one! Hehehe!" Jaime's jaw dropped. "Don't 'hehehe' me, blondie!" she growled. She clunked Vash over the head. "Sleep a little longer, you miserable drunk!"