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:: part 2 ::
Jaime leaned groggily against the wall of a generally unused building, half asleep half in deep thought. She sank down slowly towards the ground, picking up speed, until her butt landed with a loud "wumpf" heavily onto it. She looked whimsically into the sky, eyes half closed with sleep.
'I wish I could fly!' she thought sleepily. 'If I could I'd take all the people to a cloud far away from this planet. Then we'd float in heaven and eat corn dogs and drink margaritas and the houses would be made out of cheese!'
She heard the clopping of heavy boots nearby. 'And Vash'd be up there too. Drinking booze until he's so drunk he can't even stand up.' She chuckled lightly. She mused on the fact of Vash with little angel wings with a hangover, drooping off a tiny cloud and another round of chuckles came
'There'd be no more fighting and death anymore. Everything'd be peaceful!' she cheered inwardly. "A HEAVENLY UTOPIA!" Jaime covered her mouth; she was getting strange looks from the townspeople, not to mention the owner of the boots. They stopped right in front of her. Jaime looked up and saw the familiar, smiling face of her spiky-haired friend. "Aloha blondie!" she said loudly. Vash just looked at her with a bit of amusement in his eye. "Staring at the sky, screaming things about a heavenly utopia and stuff like that..." he sighed, trying, and failing, to have a serious, scolding tone. "What? Are you drunk? You know you're too young to drink." The girl looked at the blonde with equal amusement. "No such thing as to young to drink now-a-days." she said perfectly calmly. "But, no, I didn't drink and I'm not planning to for a long time. I just haven't slept in a while." Vash shook his head, even though he knew he hadn't had good sleep in a while either. "Look, I'm leaving the town in an hour." Vash stated to Jaime matter-of-factly. She smiled mysteriously. "What's up with the seriousness, Vash." she chuckled. He just shrugged and started to walk off, most like towards the hotel, Jaime assumed. "I'm coming with you, you know!" she yelled out to the retreating gunman. He threw his hands up in surrender, in the air making some kind of gesture like "whatever" or something along those lines, then disappeared inside the hotel.
Jaime left her spot not long after Vash wandered off. She stared at the sky whimsically, not even noticing the three screaming kids around her.
"Gimme my ball!" one shouted.
The one the first kid was screaming at laughed. A boy tried to knock over the one who had the ball, but the other kid just laughed again and got out of the way, sending the boy flying into the dusty ground. "If you want it," the kid scoffed. "Go and get it!" With that he threw the ball high into the air, and, once it got low enough, sent it into a powerful kick. That was the last thing Jaime remembered, anyway.
"Hey!" a voice said. "Hey!" Jaime's eyes opened slightly. Two little kids were standing over her, a boy and a girl. The girl was holding a ball about as big as she was. She her hair braided into one big braid and had on a green t-shirt and gray shorts. The other one was a boy; he looked a little bit older, possibly a year or two, than his playmate. He had on pretty much the same thing as the girl, only with reversed colors. His messy, light brown hair was pushed back by a ratty green bandana. He was standing over Jaime like he was a doctor who had just finished surgery. "Are you okay?" the boy asked. Jaime's eyes flashed open, blaring with blind fury. She grabbed both of the kids up by their shirts. "Which one of you brats hit me in the head!" she growled.
"It wasn't us!" the girl squealed.
"It wasn't! Really!" the boy said with hands up for defense.
Jaime looked at the kids. She could tell they were telling the truth. "Who was it then." she grunted. "Him!" the little girl said, pointing feverishly at a boy who looked around thirteen. Jaime looked at the boy. "Mitch!" he shouted. "He stole my friend's ball and then kicked it! He's the one who hit you! I swear!" Jaime hopped up to her feet, teetering back and forth on her feet and smiling devilishly. "Are you okay?" the girl asked. Jaime just nodded. "You two," she said, motioning for the two kids to come over. "Come with me. We're gonna have a little fun with little Mitch now."
Jaime walked over to the boy named Mitch, the two kids following close behind. "Can I help you?" the older boy growled. Jaime smiled mischievously and shoved her face into his. "Why, yes, in fact, you can." she said sweetly. She put her forehead on his and the little boy turned bright red. "Is your name Mitch, by any chance?" she asked. The boy nodded, still red in the face. "Good." she said, the sweet smile instantaneously turning into an enraged look. "It's not nice to bully little ones, Mitch." The younger boy looked Jaime right in the eyes and flinched. "Why the hell do you care!" he snapped, eyes fixated upon the metallic black colored gun glinting from her holster.
"You wouldn't like it if an older kid bullied you, right Mitch?" she cooed hauntingly.
Mitch was just a bit freaked out by the girl's sudden interest. He shoved her away violently. "Make me stop!" he yelled. Jaime stood up to her full height and cracked her neck and knuckles, as if readying for a fight. Mitch backed up nervously, but got in a fighting stance. "I'm not afraid of you!" he yelled. "You're just a girl!"
"Well then, if you're so unafraid, try to hit me."
"FINE I WILL!" the boy shouted. Mitch jabbed at Jaime but she almost too easily caught his punch. He jabbed again, but the same result occurred. Jaime then ran towards him, twisting his arms behind his back when she did so.
"Don't try to get out, or you might break your arms!" she sing-songed.
"Shut up!" he screamed, tears of pain rolling out of his eyes. Jaime heard the cheers of the young children going off behind her. "I'm gonna let you go now." she said calmly. "But, I want you to leave all the little ones here alone. You're too big to be picking with 7 and 8-year-olds. If you don't..." she looked at the trembling boy menacingly and whispered the end of her sentence. "...I'll come back and humiliate you ten times worse than I just did. Kapeesh?" Mitch nodded nervously. She let go of the boy and began to walk off. The boy, Mitch, picked up a stick, readying to throw it, when he saw the same, metallic black gun, aiming at his head.
"Do you really want to risk it?" she shouted back, never once looking over her shoulder.
Mitch just stood there, half out of fear, half completely dumfounded, and he dropped the stick and looked at the girl, mouth agape. "How..." he muttered under his breath. "How'd she know?"
"That was amazing!" the little girl shouted, after they got back to Jaime's resting place. "How'd you DO that!?!" Jaime just shrugged. "Had to learn." she said. "You can learn amazing things when you have to." Both of the kids were sitting at both sides of Jaime, grinning up at her with smiles that looked like a hockey player that needed braces. The boy started all of a sudden. "I'm so sorry!" he yelped. "We never introduced ourselves! This is Joyce and my name is Conrad!" Conrad stuck out his hand to Jaime. "Thank you so much!" Jaime smiled and shook the boy's hand. "It was no problem..." she said, rubbing the lump in the back of her head with her free hand. "I'm Jaime." Conrad peered up at the older girl with slight curiosity.
"Weren't you the girl that Vash hugged earlier?" Jaime nodded.
"Yep, that was me."
"Well..." Conrad said. "Are you his girlfriend?"
Jaime's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she heard his question. "A-am I his WHAT!?!" "Girlfriend!" Joyce piped up. "Are you?" Jaime face flushed. "N-no! Of course not! We're just friends that haven't seen each other in a while. Besides, he's a lot older than me! Crap! That reminds me!" She hopped up from her seat very suddenly, causing the two children to jump up in fright. "I have to go!" Joyce grabbed onto her leg. "Why?" she asked. Jaime looked at the girl. "I'll be left if I don't leave now." she stated simply. "Are you leaving with Vash?" Conrad asked. Jaime nodded. "The grown-ups don't like him. They said he had to leave today, and Ms. Jaime has to go with him." Conrad said to the girl. Joyce nodded in understanding. "Will you come back?" she asked. "Eventually." Jaime said. "I'll be back, and when I come back, if that bully is giving either of you a hard time, just let me know as soon as you see me, okay." Both kids nodded enthusiastically.
Later that afternoon Jaime was in the truck with Vash, thumbing through wanted posters she had collected as well as sheets of paper. "You ARE going to help me get some of these guys, RIGHT Vash?" she said, glaring at the man driving. Vash just sighed. "You don't want a delicate young woman like me to get HURT, do you?" Vash laughed out loud. "You're about as delicate as a starved, man-eating tiger!" he snickered. "YEEEEOW!!!!" Jaime had stomped on his free foot. "Do I have a choice?" he whimpered. This time it was Jaime's turn to laugh. "Nope." she said loudly. "No you certainly do not!" Vash groaned loudly. "WHY DOES THIS STUFF ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME!?!"
Sorry, this was just a filler chapter. More good stuff later, I promise! - shadow
:: part 2 ::
Jaime leaned groggily against the wall of a generally unused building, half asleep half in deep thought. She sank down slowly towards the ground, picking up speed, until her butt landed with a loud "wumpf" heavily onto it. She looked whimsically into the sky, eyes half closed with sleep.
'I wish I could fly!' she thought sleepily. 'If I could I'd take all the people to a cloud far away from this planet. Then we'd float in heaven and eat corn dogs and drink margaritas and the houses would be made out of cheese!'
She heard the clopping of heavy boots nearby. 'And Vash'd be up there too. Drinking booze until he's so drunk he can't even stand up.' She chuckled lightly. She mused on the fact of Vash with little angel wings with a hangover, drooping off a tiny cloud and another round of chuckles came
'There'd be no more fighting and death anymore. Everything'd be peaceful!' she cheered inwardly. "A HEAVENLY UTOPIA!" Jaime covered her mouth; she was getting strange looks from the townspeople, not to mention the owner of the boots. They stopped right in front of her. Jaime looked up and saw the familiar, smiling face of her spiky-haired friend. "Aloha blondie!" she said loudly. Vash just looked at her with a bit of amusement in his eye. "Staring at the sky, screaming things about a heavenly utopia and stuff like that..." he sighed, trying, and failing, to have a serious, scolding tone. "What? Are you drunk? You know you're too young to drink." The girl looked at the blonde with equal amusement. "No such thing as to young to drink now-a-days." she said perfectly calmly. "But, no, I didn't drink and I'm not planning to for a long time. I just haven't slept in a while." Vash shook his head, even though he knew he hadn't had good sleep in a while either. "Look, I'm leaving the town in an hour." Vash stated to Jaime matter-of-factly. She smiled mysteriously. "What's up with the seriousness, Vash." she chuckled. He just shrugged and started to walk off, most like towards the hotel, Jaime assumed. "I'm coming with you, you know!" she yelled out to the retreating gunman. He threw his hands up in surrender, in the air making some kind of gesture like "whatever" or something along those lines, then disappeared inside the hotel.
Jaime left her spot not long after Vash wandered off. She stared at the sky whimsically, not even noticing the three screaming kids around her.
"Gimme my ball!" one shouted.
The one the first kid was screaming at laughed. A boy tried to knock over the one who had the ball, but the other kid just laughed again and got out of the way, sending the boy flying into the dusty ground. "If you want it," the kid scoffed. "Go and get it!" With that he threw the ball high into the air, and, once it got low enough, sent it into a powerful kick. That was the last thing Jaime remembered, anyway.
"Hey!" a voice said. "Hey!" Jaime's eyes opened slightly. Two little kids were standing over her, a boy and a girl. The girl was holding a ball about as big as she was. She her hair braided into one big braid and had on a green t-shirt and gray shorts. The other one was a boy; he looked a little bit older, possibly a year or two, than his playmate. He had on pretty much the same thing as the girl, only with reversed colors. His messy, light brown hair was pushed back by a ratty green bandana. He was standing over Jaime like he was a doctor who had just finished surgery. "Are you okay?" the boy asked. Jaime's eyes flashed open, blaring with blind fury. She grabbed both of the kids up by their shirts. "Which one of you brats hit me in the head!" she growled.
"It wasn't us!" the girl squealed.
"It wasn't! Really!" the boy said with hands up for defense.
Jaime looked at the kids. She could tell they were telling the truth. "Who was it then." she grunted. "Him!" the little girl said, pointing feverishly at a boy who looked around thirteen. Jaime looked at the boy. "Mitch!" he shouted. "He stole my friend's ball and then kicked it! He's the one who hit you! I swear!" Jaime hopped up to her feet, teetering back and forth on her feet and smiling devilishly. "Are you okay?" the girl asked. Jaime just nodded. "You two," she said, motioning for the two kids to come over. "Come with me. We're gonna have a little fun with little Mitch now."
Jaime walked over to the boy named Mitch, the two kids following close behind. "Can I help you?" the older boy growled. Jaime smiled mischievously and shoved her face into his. "Why, yes, in fact, you can." she said sweetly. She put her forehead on his and the little boy turned bright red. "Is your name Mitch, by any chance?" she asked. The boy nodded, still red in the face. "Good." she said, the sweet smile instantaneously turning into an enraged look. "It's not nice to bully little ones, Mitch." The younger boy looked Jaime right in the eyes and flinched. "Why the hell do you care!" he snapped, eyes fixated upon the metallic black colored gun glinting from her holster.
"You wouldn't like it if an older kid bullied you, right Mitch?" she cooed hauntingly.
Mitch was just a bit freaked out by the girl's sudden interest. He shoved her away violently. "Make me stop!" he yelled. Jaime stood up to her full height and cracked her neck and knuckles, as if readying for a fight. Mitch backed up nervously, but got in a fighting stance. "I'm not afraid of you!" he yelled. "You're just a girl!"
"Well then, if you're so unafraid, try to hit me."
"FINE I WILL!" the boy shouted. Mitch jabbed at Jaime but she almost too easily caught his punch. He jabbed again, but the same result occurred. Jaime then ran towards him, twisting his arms behind his back when she did so.
"Don't try to get out, or you might break your arms!" she sing-songed.
"Shut up!" he screamed, tears of pain rolling out of his eyes. Jaime heard the cheers of the young children going off behind her. "I'm gonna let you go now." she said calmly. "But, I want you to leave all the little ones here alone. You're too big to be picking with 7 and 8-year-olds. If you don't..." she looked at the trembling boy menacingly and whispered the end of her sentence. "...I'll come back and humiliate you ten times worse than I just did. Kapeesh?" Mitch nodded nervously. She let go of the boy and began to walk off. The boy, Mitch, picked up a stick, readying to throw it, when he saw the same, metallic black gun, aiming at his head.
"Do you really want to risk it?" she shouted back, never once looking over her shoulder.
Mitch just stood there, half out of fear, half completely dumfounded, and he dropped the stick and looked at the girl, mouth agape. "How..." he muttered under his breath. "How'd she know?"
"That was amazing!" the little girl shouted, after they got back to Jaime's resting place. "How'd you DO that!?!" Jaime just shrugged. "Had to learn." she said. "You can learn amazing things when you have to." Both of the kids were sitting at both sides of Jaime, grinning up at her with smiles that looked like a hockey player that needed braces. The boy started all of a sudden. "I'm so sorry!" he yelped. "We never introduced ourselves! This is Joyce and my name is Conrad!" Conrad stuck out his hand to Jaime. "Thank you so much!" Jaime smiled and shook the boy's hand. "It was no problem..." she said, rubbing the lump in the back of her head with her free hand. "I'm Jaime." Conrad peered up at the older girl with slight curiosity.
"Weren't you the girl that Vash hugged earlier?" Jaime nodded.
"Yep, that was me."
"Well..." Conrad said. "Are you his girlfriend?"
Jaime's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she heard his question. "A-am I his WHAT!?!" "Girlfriend!" Joyce piped up. "Are you?" Jaime face flushed. "N-no! Of course not! We're just friends that haven't seen each other in a while. Besides, he's a lot older than me! Crap! That reminds me!" She hopped up from her seat very suddenly, causing the two children to jump up in fright. "I have to go!" Joyce grabbed onto her leg. "Why?" she asked. Jaime looked at the girl. "I'll be left if I don't leave now." she stated simply. "Are you leaving with Vash?" Conrad asked. Jaime nodded. "The grown-ups don't like him. They said he had to leave today, and Ms. Jaime has to go with him." Conrad said to the girl. Joyce nodded in understanding. "Will you come back?" she asked. "Eventually." Jaime said. "I'll be back, and when I come back, if that bully is giving either of you a hard time, just let me know as soon as you see me, okay." Both kids nodded enthusiastically.
Later that afternoon Jaime was in the truck with Vash, thumbing through wanted posters she had collected as well as sheets of paper. "You ARE going to help me get some of these guys, RIGHT Vash?" she said, glaring at the man driving. Vash just sighed. "You don't want a delicate young woman like me to get HURT, do you?" Vash laughed out loud. "You're about as delicate as a starved, man-eating tiger!" he snickered. "YEEEEOW!!!!" Jaime had stomped on his free foot. "Do I have a choice?" he whimpered. This time it was Jaime's turn to laugh. "Nope." she said loudly. "No you certainly do not!" Vash groaned loudly. "WHY DOES THIS STUFF ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME!?!"
Sorry, this was just a filler chapter. More good stuff later, I promise! - shadow