Grrr, I feel like punching my math teacher but anger management group said
that punching was the wrong answer. I decided to rewrite the first chapter
of this story now. If you liked the old chapter better tell me in a
review. But I like this way better. So there!!!
Before I erased the story two people had reviewed- I still would like to thank them for reviewing. Angie Gastelum and noname.
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Chapter 1:: Trouble Brews
Vash slowly trudged back to a tiny, white house. It had been a month since Vash and Knives had their showdown. Since then Vash, Meryl, Millie and Knives had moved in together. In that tiny, white house.
Vash no longer had to worry about the bounty hunters. Over time they had started to get bored and finally gave up the hunt for the Humanoid Typhoon. Now Vash the Stampede was seen more as an old wives tale. His large, silver gun hung loosely at his side mainly out of habit. The only time that he used it was for show for the townspeople of Ashton.
In his long slender arms he carried a large brown paper bag that was filled to the brim with bandages. Sighing he tilted his blonde haired head back as he looked towards the vicious sun. It was a hot day, but then again wearing black from head to toe didn't help any either.
Slowly Vash walked up the porch and opened the light brown door that was adorned with vines and flowers. It had been Millie's idea to paint them on the door. Meryl and Vash just didn't have the heart to tell the young woman no, so they let her paint it on there. At first neither of them like it but now the door was starting to grow on Vash.
He went through the door and nearly jumped out of his skin as a voice boomed from behind him. "It's about time Vash. Sheesh. Think that you could take any longer?" He grabbed his heart and waited for the thumping to return to normal. After he was able to get the thumping back to normal Vash turned around to face the voice. In response Vash smiled a silly little smile and scratched the back of his head.
Meryl shook her head. By now she was used to his silly antics. Over time she had grown to love them. No that was not it, she loved him. Now that he was not Vash the Stampede anymore she was able to confess her undying love for him. She slowly reached up on her tiptoes until their lips touched. Sweet feather touches.
The kiss seemed enough to give her a new breathe of energy. With a new vigor she grabbed the paper bag from the man that she loved and looked over to a single closed door.
In that room laid a man that had not waken since he was shot. The lack of experience of pain from bullets piercing his skin caused him to pass out. The enormous amount of blood that he lost did not help any either.
Vash's eyes followed hers. "Hey Meryl, listen. He is very dangerous. Believe me, you do not want to be with him alone. Promise me you tell me if he wakes. Ok?" Vash stood waiting for an answer.
With a determined eye she started for the door. Meryl didn't even turn around as she answered him. "Yeah, of course. Go eat something Vash. Food's on the stove waiting for you." Meryl opened the door slowly and tiptoed over to the bed.
Quietly she deposited the bag by the bed. Softly and carefully she peeled back the white sheet that covered the sleeping man's frame. The pale body was covered in bandages. Even though it had been a month since the showdown Knives still had not healed completely. Bright red blood still seeped through the bandages.
Meryl pushed back a strand of hair as she started her work on changing the bandages. After she had disposed of the bloody mess she grabbed an old cloth and started to wash away some of the sweat. Meryl had become so absorbed in what she was doing that she did not notice the arm slowly move up and behind her head. That was until the hand reached out and grabbed some of the hair.
Startled Meryl gasped and tried to pull back. No matter how hard she tried she could not break away from grasp. Panic grasped her as she pulled harder and harder. The only thing she could think about was getting away. However no matter how hard she pulled the hand would not loosen its grip on her.
A groggy voice asked, "Who are you?"
"M-my name is M-m-meryl."
Knives glared at the woman then he smiled wickedly. "You're my brother's wench." Laughing lightly he let go of her hair and listened with joy to the light thump that proceeded. Meryl rubbed her back end for a second before she ran out of the room screaming.
Vash had just finished eating and was putting his dishes in the sink whenever he heard the screams. He quickly ran out into the hall to see what was the matter. Meryl saw him but could not, or would not, stop. Thunk! Two bodies collided and fell backwards. Vash rubbed his shoulder the collision had really hurt him. He pulled back his clothes and saw fresh imprints of Meryl's teeth.
"Are you ok?" were the only words that he could hiss out between pangs of pain.
After taking a couple of big breaths Meryl was able to compose herself a little. "Knives woke up and he just startled me." Seeing the fear in Vash's eyes Meryl was quick to reassure him, "He didn't hurt me."
With worry written on his face Vash crept over to the closed door and put a shaky, sweaty hand on the cool brass handle. Cracking the door slowly Vash looked in. His aquamarine eyes were meet with the barrel of a gun and Knives' smile from the bed.
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Ok, I know this is a short chapter but I couldn't figure out a better place to end it. Please read and review.
And my promise stands- if you review (flame, criticize, ect.) I'll read and review one of your stories. If you have a certain one in mind tell me in a review otherwise I'll just chose one at random.
Before I erased the story two people had reviewed- I still would like to thank them for reviewing. Angie Gastelum and noname.
~*~*~*~
Chapter 1:: Trouble Brews
Vash slowly trudged back to a tiny, white house. It had been a month since Vash and Knives had their showdown. Since then Vash, Meryl, Millie and Knives had moved in together. In that tiny, white house.
Vash no longer had to worry about the bounty hunters. Over time they had started to get bored and finally gave up the hunt for the Humanoid Typhoon. Now Vash the Stampede was seen more as an old wives tale. His large, silver gun hung loosely at his side mainly out of habit. The only time that he used it was for show for the townspeople of Ashton.
In his long slender arms he carried a large brown paper bag that was filled to the brim with bandages. Sighing he tilted his blonde haired head back as he looked towards the vicious sun. It was a hot day, but then again wearing black from head to toe didn't help any either.
Slowly Vash walked up the porch and opened the light brown door that was adorned with vines and flowers. It had been Millie's idea to paint them on the door. Meryl and Vash just didn't have the heart to tell the young woman no, so they let her paint it on there. At first neither of them like it but now the door was starting to grow on Vash.
He went through the door and nearly jumped out of his skin as a voice boomed from behind him. "It's about time Vash. Sheesh. Think that you could take any longer?" He grabbed his heart and waited for the thumping to return to normal. After he was able to get the thumping back to normal Vash turned around to face the voice. In response Vash smiled a silly little smile and scratched the back of his head.
Meryl shook her head. By now she was used to his silly antics. Over time she had grown to love them. No that was not it, she loved him. Now that he was not Vash the Stampede anymore she was able to confess her undying love for him. She slowly reached up on her tiptoes until their lips touched. Sweet feather touches.
The kiss seemed enough to give her a new breathe of energy. With a new vigor she grabbed the paper bag from the man that she loved and looked over to a single closed door.
In that room laid a man that had not waken since he was shot. The lack of experience of pain from bullets piercing his skin caused him to pass out. The enormous amount of blood that he lost did not help any either.
Vash's eyes followed hers. "Hey Meryl, listen. He is very dangerous. Believe me, you do not want to be with him alone. Promise me you tell me if he wakes. Ok?" Vash stood waiting for an answer.
With a determined eye she started for the door. Meryl didn't even turn around as she answered him. "Yeah, of course. Go eat something Vash. Food's on the stove waiting for you." Meryl opened the door slowly and tiptoed over to the bed.
Quietly she deposited the bag by the bed. Softly and carefully she peeled back the white sheet that covered the sleeping man's frame. The pale body was covered in bandages. Even though it had been a month since the showdown Knives still had not healed completely. Bright red blood still seeped through the bandages.
Meryl pushed back a strand of hair as she started her work on changing the bandages. After she had disposed of the bloody mess she grabbed an old cloth and started to wash away some of the sweat. Meryl had become so absorbed in what she was doing that she did not notice the arm slowly move up and behind her head. That was until the hand reached out and grabbed some of the hair.
Startled Meryl gasped and tried to pull back. No matter how hard she tried she could not break away from grasp. Panic grasped her as she pulled harder and harder. The only thing she could think about was getting away. However no matter how hard she pulled the hand would not loosen its grip on her.
A groggy voice asked, "Who are you?"
"M-my name is M-m-meryl."
Knives glared at the woman then he smiled wickedly. "You're my brother's wench." Laughing lightly he let go of her hair and listened with joy to the light thump that proceeded. Meryl rubbed her back end for a second before she ran out of the room screaming.
Vash had just finished eating and was putting his dishes in the sink whenever he heard the screams. He quickly ran out into the hall to see what was the matter. Meryl saw him but could not, or would not, stop. Thunk! Two bodies collided and fell backwards. Vash rubbed his shoulder the collision had really hurt him. He pulled back his clothes and saw fresh imprints of Meryl's teeth.
"Are you ok?" were the only words that he could hiss out between pangs of pain.
After taking a couple of big breaths Meryl was able to compose herself a little. "Knives woke up and he just startled me." Seeing the fear in Vash's eyes Meryl was quick to reassure him, "He didn't hurt me."
With worry written on his face Vash crept over to the closed door and put a shaky, sweaty hand on the cool brass handle. Cracking the door slowly Vash looked in. His aquamarine eyes were meet with the barrel of a gun and Knives' smile from the bed.
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Ok, I know this is a short chapter but I couldn't figure out a better place to end it. Please read and review.
And my promise stands- if you review (flame, criticize, ect.) I'll read and review one of your stories. If you have a certain one in mind tell me in a review otherwise I'll just chose one at random.