Disclaimer: After getting a beating from the owners of trigun I have to apologise and say that I do not own Vash or Wolfwood... (although I do)
ElvenEmma: Usually I would start an author's note but for my first chapter I was so eager to do it that I forgot and then suddenly remembered again put decided to just do a disclaimer, anyway I'm dragging on so thanks to Ghost and Saraki who reviewed this fic. For anyone else please read and review. Now on with the show!
More than a memory: Food and Drink
By ElvenEmma
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Vash sat opposite Wolfwood and ate his spaghetti bolognaise. He slurped it in to his mouth quickly. Wolfwood looked on longingly as Vash finished the last bite. 'You know eating in front of me is like drinking in front of a drunk who's trying to quit.' Vash then took out a bottle of Wolfwood's favourite alcoholic beverage. 'But at least a drunk can choose to start drinking again.' Vash continued to empty the bottle down his neck. 'Will you put that away please?' shouted Wolfwood. This made Vash drop the bottle and bits of glass went everywhere.
'Well at least I finished it first!' said Vash cheerfully. Wolfwood merely scowled at this remark. 'There's something I wanted to ask you. How come you can walk through walls but you haven't fallen through your chair?' pondered Vash.
'That's because objects are easy to touch, I could fall through this chair and even through the floor but I'd rather not. People, however are harder to touch, I still haven't managed it.' Wolfwood's eyes stopped looking at Vash and their gaze moved to a familiar cross in the corner. It was wrapped in a white cloth which was held in place by a number of buckles and belts. Wolfwood had always said it was heavy because it was so full of mercy, but Vash had found out long ago that it was actually full of not so much mercy, but more... guns. The cross itself was one huge gun, with smaller ones attached. 'Hey you brought my cross! I hope it helped you against Knives.' This suddenly reminded Vash of the voice he had heard in his last fight.
'Hey wait a minute. You helped me didn't you? You were there!'
'Yup, quite frankly you needed my help, especially since you were too stupid to reach for the giant gun that was right next to you.'
'Hey!'
'Anyway who gave you permission to take my cross?'
'Oh, that was Milly; she said you would be honoured.' An image of Milly appeared in Wolfwood's mind. He had missed her, and Meryl too. 'Milly cried a lot when you... left.'
'You can say died you know, you don't have to mourn for me anymore I am here after all.'
'So are you going to see her?' Wolfwood had thought about this and had wondered what her reaction would be. Milly was a strange girl and he was worried in case she became scared of him.
'I don't know...' came Wolfwood's quiet answer.
'What?! You have to go and see her, she cried for days after you died and the least you could do is go and see her. What kind of priest are you?'
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AN: ok I know it's really short, it was going to be longer but I'm going to do the next bit in another chapter. I'm trying to finish this before lunch time (I'm at school) and I wouldn't be able to take it home so I have to do it now. Anyways the next chapter is coming really soon.