Donuts – the sentinel pastry
Disclaimer: Not mine, although I wish I owned a donut at the moment. Yasuhiro Nightow owns all things Trigun.
Rating: PG, for light swearing
Pairing: none explicit
Notes: strange p.o.v.
He's already killed most of my brothers and sisters.
They're dropping like flies in January heat.
The way he's going, there's no hope left for me.
Why is he doing this?
And so quickly?
What have we ever done to him?
There's only 3 of us left.
Why isn't anyone doing anything?
He just killed Fred!
Someone stop him!
Anyone!
Please!
"Uh, Vash?"
Yes! Salvation! Distract him.
"-gulp- Yeah?" Pauses, last one held up to his mouth.
"I thought you were gonna share. Since I was the one who bought them, out of the goodness of my heart."
Noooo, I thought you were gonna help me!
"Oh, -hehe- sorry Wolfwood." The gunman hands over his last donut to the priest, who eats it quite happily.
Damnit! This is not what I meant by 'help'!
All from the donut's P.O.V, who I have dubbed Bob. Poor Bob.
I swear, I'm going to start calling this 'how many odd formats can shini come up with before she caves and goes normal'