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O/N Thanks for all the reviews! Enjoy the next chapter of The Book of Donuts and Humor.
************Somewhere Vash and Co. Are Staying****************
Vash awoke with the sun the next morning. Stetching, he had a cramp back and sore head. The gunman was VERY confused. 'Huh?' Then he looked around. The events of the other night finally came back to him. 'Oh yeah! Meryl hit me on the head after she heard Shisha call me Mr. Stryfe. She seemed worked up over nothing... If I gave them my real name, they'd just go running...' He pondered on why he was in the kitchen next, leaning against the table.
A loud bang awoke him from his thoughts. Meryl stomped into the kitchen. She hadn't had her coffee yet. The samaller of the insurence girls didn't seem to notice him yet.
Heading over to the counter, Vash tried to sneek behind her. 'Slowly now...That's right, just pore the hot water while I go...' He didn't make it to the door, only half way. 'Atleast it's a new record...' he thought dryly.
Meryl was smiling evily. "Good motning, Vash-san. Could you do me a favor?"
He gulpt, not knowing what to do. 'Run and hide or hope that she'll be nice. If I try to hide, she'll just chace me, like always. I guess I'll just do the favor. Please, Kami, let her be nice today!' "What do you want me to do?" he managed to squeek. 'Maybe if I act scared she'll take pity on her... Nah. That never works...'
Her smile only broudened. "I'd like for you to go to the grocery store for me. We're almost out of food, and you know how Milly gets if she doesn't have pudding..."
He internally sighed in relief, but externally he only nodded meekly. 'That doesn't sound too hard. I just hope nothing blows up there... Meryl would really have my hide then...'
"Good." She reached behind her back and pulled out a stack of papers. Forcing them into the Stampeede's hands, she explained, "Here's all the things we need, organized in A-Z, department, how much we need, etc... Now go! I need to work on the next report to the boss." She shuved a stunned Vash toward the front door.
When he was outside, he woke from his daze just in time to have the door slammed in his face. Clutching the papers he thought, 'She must have a lot of time on her hands, to type all this.' He shuffled throught the list, reading under NEED. 'Pudding, ink, greece, coffee grounds, tampons, new plunger, concreat, cigerates in Wolfwood's handwriting... No donuts?!?!'
************At The Store**********
A dust covered and beat up Vash walked into the store carrying the white and clean list. Kids had attacked him, thrown him on the ground, and started to wrestle with him. Shisha's brother, Jamey, had finally gotten them to stop and help build a house. 'What a weird town,' he though, heading toward the dessert aile. As he entered, he bumped into someone, knocking them down.
"I'm sorry, sir, I wasn't watching where I was going," said a familair vioce. Shisha gave him a hands up. He was surprised by the strength behind her pull. "Oh, hello again Mr. Ericks! What a pleasent surprise! My brother wanted to know if you and your friends would like to come over to dinner tonight. It'll be very fun and there'll be plenty of donuts. I cook everything from scratch."
Vash started to drool just thinking about homemade donuts. He hadn't had any fresh ones in a while. When he snapped out of it he replied, "Uh, sure. Let me check with them first." He thought for a moment, then asked, "Where do you live exactly? I'll tell Jamey the answer this afternoon."
She smiled at him again, putting the weight of her picked up shopping basket from her right to her left hip. "Alright, Mr. Ericks. I'll have Jamey come by your house and bring you to ours. What are you looking for exactly? Those are a lot of papers."
He nodded, suddenly remembering the 'list' of things they needed. "Meryl had some extra time, so she 'organized' the shopping list. I could use some help."
"Ok. I'll help you after I finish my shopping. Be right back! I just gotta check out and give this stuff to Jamey." She hurried off toward the front desk, leaving him to fend for himself in the unknown world called GROCERY STORE.
************A Few Moments Later**********
Vash wandered around, not knowing where they would keep the next thing on the list. HE never had to use them. It was Meryl's idea. "You never know," she had said, "it might come in handy one day." Walking past the bathroom section, he stopped. 'It might be here,' he thought. 'Good a place as any to look.' As he walked in, someone call, "Mr Ericks! Where are you?!"
He peeked his head out, looking in the direction the voice had called. Shisha stood there, empty handed, looking for him. Catching his eye, she headed towards him. 'I wonder if she'd know where it is. She's old enough to know about that kinda stuff.'
She reached him, smiling as always. "What are you looking for now, Mr. Ericks? I'll help if I can. Jamey's taking the ingreedience for tonight home."
He blinked at her and pointed to something on the list. "Do you know where that is? I don't know if you'd know, since you ARE kinda young, but really. Meryl says we need it."
She blushed a little, covering her face in embarassment. "Accually, we need quite a lot of it at my house. It comes in handy."
Vash blinked and stared at her, surprised. "Really? Do your parents use it too?"
Letting her bangs cover half of her face, she said sadly, "It's only Jamey and I. He's not my real blood brother. We're both orfines. We have no memmory of our parents or our ages. He helps anywhere he can when he's not in school and I'm an assistant teacher."
The sensitive man before her was crying. "That's so sad," he said through the tears, hugging her tightly. "You poor thing!"
Two tears escaped her eyes, despite her need not to cry. She finally gasped, "No air. Need breathe." He let her go, appologizing. She shooking her head in response, saying it was ok. "Now let's go get that concreate! Since your wife said you need it, you need it!" She started off toward the back aile, Vash walking behind her, trying to find words to explain that the smaller of the insurence girls was not his bride.
I wish.
Vash stopped in his tracks, not sure where that had come from. 'Huh?'
You wish. The vioce in the back of his head was at it again.
'I would never wish something that would never happen.'
Oh, really? It was questioning him. Just great, he was having a mental battle with himself.
'Really.'
You sure?
'Yeah.'
Your sure your sure?
'Of course!'
Are you sure your sure that your sure?
'Yes!'
Are you positvily sure that your sure your sure? Now THIS was getting confusing.
'I'm positive already!'
OK. Just checking.
'Ok. Good.'
'Are you alright, Mr. Ericks?' another familair voice asked inside his head.
"Wha.......?"
"I asked if you were alright. It seemed like you were having a fight with yourself. You looked funny with your face changing ever few seconds." She giggled, then pointed to something on the shelf behind him. "The extra strength concreate is right behind you, Mr. Ericks. Probably what Ms. Stryfe wanted."
Vash looked from the concreate to the girl. "Listen, Meryl isn't my~"
"Wife?" Shisha finished, picking the concreate container easily. Vash stared at her, his mouth a gape, trying to form words. All he come manage was "How?" before she cut him off again. "By the look on your face whenever I said that, I just knew. Did you take on her last name because you didn't like your old one or something?" She looked for the next thing on Vash's list. Finding it, she put it beside the concreate in the cart she had found.
He nodded dumbly, following her and showing her the list when she needed it.
************In the Street When the Shopping was Done((Around Noon))***********
Shisha waved to Vash then walked towards the school. Heading in the opposite direction, he tried to balanse all the shopping bags without anything following out. Shisha had been kind enough to help him. At least he didn't have to worry about being attached be boys this time of day. It was lunch and they had to get ready for school after they ate. 'At least they're learning something, I bet, with Shisha the assistant teacher to most classes. When one teacher or more get sick, she takes over for them. I wonder how good she does....?' He shook it off, getting prepared for the leatcher that came with saying yes to the Sun scout before she had gone home. 'She seemed really happy...' He sighed, opening the door to his temporary home.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N Hello again everyone! I hope you liked this installment of The Book of Donuts and Humor.
Next Chapter:
Milly and the Pudding factory!; The reading of a book!; Cats and underwear!; Miss Fix-it Meryl!
Credits: (7! Wow! That's a lot! Tell me what you think, people, and even if the review gets newked, the answer will still be in the story.)
YUKI-CHAN5~ I'm glad I made you laugh. More laughs from this chapter, I hope.
EMILY~ Here's MORE! Donuts? Yes, Vash and most of the human people love donuts. I don't know if Knived does, though....
SETS~ I'm glad you like my story. Here's the next update. Sorry it took so long. ACK! X{
LAURA~ I will, and here it is.
ANGELOLIGHT~ *Smile* I'm glad you like it. Here's more!
ALLEN~ Yes, Vash gets hurt a lot by Meryl. I wonder why he lets her? He's a lot stronger.
UR COOL~ Why, thank you. That's an interesting name. I'm gald you like my story and can picture it in your head. And it is an interesting relationship between Vash and Meryl. It's bounded to get even MORE interesting with me as the author.
A few things you need to know about me.
1} I like twists.
2} The best gift in your reviews is to be honest with me. Tell me if it was funny enough and if it made you laugh.
3} I like to make people laugh and am glad when people enjoy my storys.
4} Flames will be used to make pizza and popcorn. I will have a party as a bonus story and the flamer will NOT be envited. If I DO get a flame, I will email the other reviewers and ask you some questions. So please, if you leave your email address, I'll tell you when I update or when the party is.
Ja ne, peoples!
Inu-Angel Z
Click the review button and leave your email address. That's an order.
O/N Thanks for all the reviews! Enjoy the next chapter of The Book of Donuts and Humor.
************Somewhere Vash and Co. Are Staying****************
Vash awoke with the sun the next morning. Stetching, he had a cramp back and sore head. The gunman was VERY confused. 'Huh?' Then he looked around. The events of the other night finally came back to him. 'Oh yeah! Meryl hit me on the head after she heard Shisha call me Mr. Stryfe. She seemed worked up over nothing... If I gave them my real name, they'd just go running...' He pondered on why he was in the kitchen next, leaning against the table.
A loud bang awoke him from his thoughts. Meryl stomped into the kitchen. She hadn't had her coffee yet. The samaller of the insurence girls didn't seem to notice him yet.
Heading over to the counter, Vash tried to sneek behind her. 'Slowly now...That's right, just pore the hot water while I go...' He didn't make it to the door, only half way. 'Atleast it's a new record...' he thought dryly.
Meryl was smiling evily. "Good motning, Vash-san. Could you do me a favor?"
He gulpt, not knowing what to do. 'Run and hide or hope that she'll be nice. If I try to hide, she'll just chace me, like always. I guess I'll just do the favor. Please, Kami, let her be nice today!' "What do you want me to do?" he managed to squeek. 'Maybe if I act scared she'll take pity on her... Nah. That never works...'
Her smile only broudened. "I'd like for you to go to the grocery store for me. We're almost out of food, and you know how Milly gets if she doesn't have pudding..."
He internally sighed in relief, but externally he only nodded meekly. 'That doesn't sound too hard. I just hope nothing blows up there... Meryl would really have my hide then...'
"Good." She reached behind her back and pulled out a stack of papers. Forcing them into the Stampeede's hands, she explained, "Here's all the things we need, organized in A-Z, department, how much we need, etc... Now go! I need to work on the next report to the boss." She shuved a stunned Vash toward the front door.
When he was outside, he woke from his daze just in time to have the door slammed in his face. Clutching the papers he thought, 'She must have a lot of time on her hands, to type all this.' He shuffled throught the list, reading under NEED. 'Pudding, ink, greece, coffee grounds, tampons, new plunger, concreat, cigerates in Wolfwood's handwriting... No donuts?!?!'
************At The Store**********
A dust covered and beat up Vash walked into the store carrying the white and clean list. Kids had attacked him, thrown him on the ground, and started to wrestle with him. Shisha's brother, Jamey, had finally gotten them to stop and help build a house. 'What a weird town,' he though, heading toward the dessert aile. As he entered, he bumped into someone, knocking them down.
"I'm sorry, sir, I wasn't watching where I was going," said a familair vioce. Shisha gave him a hands up. He was surprised by the strength behind her pull. "Oh, hello again Mr. Ericks! What a pleasent surprise! My brother wanted to know if you and your friends would like to come over to dinner tonight. It'll be very fun and there'll be plenty of donuts. I cook everything from scratch."
Vash started to drool just thinking about homemade donuts. He hadn't had any fresh ones in a while. When he snapped out of it he replied, "Uh, sure. Let me check with them first." He thought for a moment, then asked, "Where do you live exactly? I'll tell Jamey the answer this afternoon."
She smiled at him again, putting the weight of her picked up shopping basket from her right to her left hip. "Alright, Mr. Ericks. I'll have Jamey come by your house and bring you to ours. What are you looking for exactly? Those are a lot of papers."
He nodded, suddenly remembering the 'list' of things they needed. "Meryl had some extra time, so she 'organized' the shopping list. I could use some help."
"Ok. I'll help you after I finish my shopping. Be right back! I just gotta check out and give this stuff to Jamey." She hurried off toward the front desk, leaving him to fend for himself in the unknown world called GROCERY STORE.
************A Few Moments Later**********
Vash wandered around, not knowing where they would keep the next thing on the list. HE never had to use them. It was Meryl's idea. "You never know," she had said, "it might come in handy one day." Walking past the bathroom section, he stopped. 'It might be here,' he thought. 'Good a place as any to look.' As he walked in, someone call, "Mr Ericks! Where are you?!"
He peeked his head out, looking in the direction the voice had called. Shisha stood there, empty handed, looking for him. Catching his eye, she headed towards him. 'I wonder if she'd know where it is. She's old enough to know about that kinda stuff.'
She reached him, smiling as always. "What are you looking for now, Mr. Ericks? I'll help if I can. Jamey's taking the ingreedience for tonight home."
He blinked at her and pointed to something on the list. "Do you know where that is? I don't know if you'd know, since you ARE kinda young, but really. Meryl says we need it."
She blushed a little, covering her face in embarassment. "Accually, we need quite a lot of it at my house. It comes in handy."
Vash blinked and stared at her, surprised. "Really? Do your parents use it too?"
Letting her bangs cover half of her face, she said sadly, "It's only Jamey and I. He's not my real blood brother. We're both orfines. We have no memmory of our parents or our ages. He helps anywhere he can when he's not in school and I'm an assistant teacher."
The sensitive man before her was crying. "That's so sad," he said through the tears, hugging her tightly. "You poor thing!"
Two tears escaped her eyes, despite her need not to cry. She finally gasped, "No air. Need breathe." He let her go, appologizing. She shooking her head in response, saying it was ok. "Now let's go get that concreate! Since your wife said you need it, you need it!" She started off toward the back aile, Vash walking behind her, trying to find words to explain that the smaller of the insurence girls was not his bride.
I wish.
Vash stopped in his tracks, not sure where that had come from. 'Huh?'
You wish. The vioce in the back of his head was at it again.
'I would never wish something that would never happen.'
Oh, really? It was questioning him. Just great, he was having a mental battle with himself.
'Really.'
You sure?
'Yeah.'
Your sure your sure?
'Of course!'
Are you sure your sure that your sure?
'Yes!'
Are you positvily sure that your sure your sure? Now THIS was getting confusing.
'I'm positive already!'
OK. Just checking.
'Ok. Good.'
'Are you alright, Mr. Ericks?' another familair voice asked inside his head.
"Wha.......?"
"I asked if you were alright. It seemed like you were having a fight with yourself. You looked funny with your face changing ever few seconds." She giggled, then pointed to something on the shelf behind him. "The extra strength concreate is right behind you, Mr. Ericks. Probably what Ms. Stryfe wanted."
Vash looked from the concreate to the girl. "Listen, Meryl isn't my~"
"Wife?" Shisha finished, picking the concreate container easily. Vash stared at her, his mouth a gape, trying to form words. All he come manage was "How?" before she cut him off again. "By the look on your face whenever I said that, I just knew. Did you take on her last name because you didn't like your old one or something?" She looked for the next thing on Vash's list. Finding it, she put it beside the concreate in the cart she had found.
He nodded dumbly, following her and showing her the list when she needed it.
************In the Street When the Shopping was Done((Around Noon))***********
Shisha waved to Vash then walked towards the school. Heading in the opposite direction, he tried to balanse all the shopping bags without anything following out. Shisha had been kind enough to help him. At least he didn't have to worry about being attached be boys this time of day. It was lunch and they had to get ready for school after they ate. 'At least they're learning something, I bet, with Shisha the assistant teacher to most classes. When one teacher or more get sick, she takes over for them. I wonder how good she does....?' He shook it off, getting prepared for the leatcher that came with saying yes to the Sun scout before she had gone home. 'She seemed really happy...' He sighed, opening the door to his temporary home.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N Hello again everyone! I hope you liked this installment of The Book of Donuts and Humor.
Next Chapter:
Milly and the Pudding factory!; The reading of a book!; Cats and underwear!; Miss Fix-it Meryl!
Credits: (7! Wow! That's a lot! Tell me what you think, people, and even if the review gets newked, the answer will still be in the story.)
YUKI-CHAN5~ I'm glad I made you laugh. More laughs from this chapter, I hope.
EMILY~ Here's MORE! Donuts? Yes, Vash and most of the human people love donuts. I don't know if Knived does, though....
SETS~ I'm glad you like my story. Here's the next update. Sorry it took so long. ACK! X{
LAURA~ I will, and here it is.
ANGELOLIGHT~ *Smile* I'm glad you like it. Here's more!
ALLEN~ Yes, Vash gets hurt a lot by Meryl. I wonder why he lets her? He's a lot stronger.
UR COOL~ Why, thank you. That's an interesting name. I'm gald you like my story and can picture it in your head. And it is an interesting relationship between Vash and Meryl. It's bounded to get even MORE interesting with me as the author.
A few things you need to know about me.
1} I like twists.
2} The best gift in your reviews is to be honest with me. Tell me if it was funny enough and if it made you laugh.
3} I like to make people laugh and am glad when people enjoy my storys.
4} Flames will be used to make pizza and popcorn. I will have a party as a bonus story and the flamer will NOT be envited. If I DO get a flame, I will email the other reviewers and ask you some questions. So please, if you leave your email address, I'll tell you when I update or when the party is.
Ja ne, peoples!
Inu-Angel Z
Click the review button and leave your email address. That's an order.