Blu: Well, Kenny (one of my IM pals) went on vacation, so I got his OCs, Asako and Makoto!
Asako: HI BITCHES!
Makoto: DON'T SAY THAT!
Blu: …but lent him TK, so you guys wont see him in this chapter anywhere
Readers: BUT WHAT WILL WE THROW SHOES AT!?
Blu: …Asako?
Asako: -threatens Blu with the 10" pipe-
Blu: …err…Makoto?
Makoto: don't even THINK about it
Blu: umm…REVIEWER THANKING TIME!
Hustino- Thankies for your review, as always. Amazing how watching a few Trigun episodes when you're extremely bored helps with your character writing XD
Asako: -is hit with the assorted footwear- GAH! YOU'RE GETTING IT NOW! –chases Hustino with the 10" pipe-
Hustino: GAH! –runs for the hills-
Blu and Makoto: -.-'
Ryoko Kashino- who cares if it tis a real word? It should be, that's all I know! Thankies for liking my work so much! If TK was here, I'm sure he would say sorry for the heels…as for Hustino…
Angelarms- I try to update as soon as possible…seeing as a few of my readers live close enough to physically hurt me…Anywho, thankies for reading, and good luck on the shades hunt!
Tongarisangel- Thankies for liking this so much! As for the Chapel and Wolfwood thingy, if I don't explain in this story, I'm going to write another one that does, so I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait and see!
Pyro- Soap will wash that paint right up…THANKIES FOR READING!
AkinaMeigatusno- ANOTHER READER! –jumps up and down happily- To tell the truth, I don't think anyone, including myself, saw the slaughter coming. I just had a brain blast and…you know the rest XD
Ali10- Like I said, if I don't get to the details of Chapel and such, I will have a fic coming out after this one about ALL of Wolfie's freaky past! DANKA!
KittyHakubi- YOU ARE CORRECT, SIR! …Ma'am…person…yeah…anywho, thankies again, and tis perfectly fine if you don't review all the time, but I will miss thanking you! TIS SO FUN!
Blu: that's everyone! YOU ROCK MY SOCKS!
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Chapter Thirteen: Everything You Want
"Move your arm."
Raising the limb as much as I can without starting the blood flow all over again, I watch as Big Girl wraps the fresh bandage once more around the wound before tying it off. "Thanks, Millie," I say, smiling up at her.
"Now, what is this place called again?" Meryl ask, clearing another dune.
"Faith," I reply, fighting back a yawn. You'd think a couple days of sleeping would hold a fella' over for awhile.
"Is that where you're born or something?" Millie asks.
"Family's there, yeah, but I was born closer to July," I say boredly. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see our sixty billion double dollar friend flinch at the city's name. "Ah, cool it. You didn't screw up anyone I know."
"I don't know what you mean," he exclaims in the fakest shock I've ever seen while slumping down farther in his seat.
"Yeah, and I'm the one with the angel arm."
"A what?" Short Girl asks, shifting in her seat.
"Angel arm," I reply before Vash can user us off the subject. With my good arm I form my hand into the shape of a gun and point it at the sky. "It's the big huge gun thing that Vash used to blow the third city of July sky high and made the fifth moon even creepier then it used to be."
"Gee," the Typhoon grumbles infront of me, "you make it sound like I took it out for a joy ride or somethin'."
"You mean you didn't?"
"Cut it."
"Hey! Nick!"
I look up glumly. How the hell did I end up in this dust ball of a town, anyway? I was just driving along, minding my own business when all of a sudden-
"Nick-Aniki(Japanese for elder brother)!"
"GAH!" I fall over in my chair.
"Nick-Aniki! Nick-Aniki!" Joseph cries, tackling me as I try to sit up. "Give me a piggy back ride, Nick-Aniki!"
"I tried to warn you," Mary grumbles, walking away with a cloud of little children at her heels. "Watch them while I go get some food, eh?" She grins over her shoulder before closing the door.
Great. Locked in a church with a pack of hyper kids…
"PIGGY-BACK RIDE!" Joseph screams, bouncing up and down on my lap.
"If you let me get up, I'll let you have one," I grunt, forcing a smile.
"YAY!" he yells, rolling off my stomach long enough for me to sit up properly before raising his hands in the attempt of making me pick him up faster. I smile down at him before jumping to my feet.
"Up you go!" I say, picking him up and setting him on my shoulders. "Hang on!" Right on cue, ten little fingers dig into my scalp. "NOT WHAT I MEANT, JOE!" I yell. The fingers loosen, but still cling to my hair. Goddammit it kid!
"Giddy-up, Nick-Aniki!" he cries as he digs his heels into my shoulder bone. "Giddy-up!" Despite myself, I rear up, doing my best Thomas impression, and start galloping around the room. The other children let out shrieks of joy before starting a chase. "Fasta! Fasta!" Joseph yells, pulling on my hair. Can't argue with that. Kicking on the after burners, I zigzag through each row of pews, the pack of mini bounty hunters hot on my heels.
"We'll get you, Vash!" Peter screams, waving his fist in the air as he runs.
"NEVAAAAAAAAA!" Joseph and I scream behind us at the same time before I jump over another bench. John, Sarah, and Jacob jump up from behind the pew infront of us, hands formed into little guns, scaring the living shit out of me. The little boy on my shoulders lets out a surprised wail of joy, his grip on my locks tightening. I twist around to find Mark, Rebecca, Damion, and Julie, index fingers pointed at my head, standing on the cushions placed on the seat of the pew.
"GOTCHA!" the children shout, pointing their 'firearms' at us.
"YOO'LL NEVA CATCH ME, COPA'S!" Joseph screams, pulling on my hair. Taking the hint, I duck out of the 'bounty hunter's line of fire' and run for the hills. Shouting and wailing, the youngsters jump over the pews in hot pursuit. Two seconds after passing the chapel's door, the sound of a key turning in the lock reaches my ears, making me stop dead in my tracts.
"PLACES!" I scream. Two seconds later, the door opens to reveal Mary, empty handed.
"Forgot my wallet," she says sheepishly. We all look up at her from where we are seated on the floor, our bibles propped open infront of us.
"You don't say…"
"Nick! Wake up!"
Slowly, I prop one eye open to see Big Girl hovering two inches from my nose. "What is it?" I grunt, still half asleep.
"Sempai said we're close to that town, 'Wraith'!" she replies, bouncing back into her own seat.
"It's 'Faith', honey," I correct, trying to sit up without reopening anything. I think I need to sleep a few more days…
"We should only be about ten iles away," Meryl calls over her shoulder before jabbing Vash, who was also asleep, in the gut.
"Whatdido? Whatdido?" he asks sleepily, shooting up in his seat.
"Your saliva is all over the cat door," the driver groans, handing over an already stained cloth to the Localized Disaster sitting beside her. "Now clean it up, Vash the Slobber-pede."
"At least he didn't get his Sixty Billion Double Dollar drool on your shoulder," I grumble. "If I ever ride a bike again, I am NOT letting you take a nap."
"But I was tired!"
"That's why I hooked up a cab, but NO! Some one couldn't fit his damn feet into it."
"Hey, your feet don't fit in that either!"
"BOYS!"
With a grunt, Vash turns around in his seat, arms crossed. I plaster a self-satisfied grin onto my face and stare at him in the rear-view mirror. I happen to know that REALLY ticks him off. Oh, and is it fun.
"SEMPAI! I think I see it!" Big Girl screams, bringing us back to reality. With my good arm, I prop myself up to see over the door and Meryl's head. Sure enough, there's the little black speck on the horizon that is the town of 'Faith'. I can feel myself grinning from ear to ear.
Home sweet home.
Twenty some minutes later we are but half an ile away, and already Vash and the girls are gawking. A big ol' hole in the side of a chapel is just as unexpected as I thought it was five some years ago when I came home to find it.
"Did it always look-"
"Like a smoking pile of shit?" I finish, cutting the Stampede off. "Pretty much."
"Wow!" Millie exclaims, catching a glimpse of what is left of the stain glass windows. "They're so pretty!"
"Mary did that," I say.
"Who's Mary?" Big Girl asks, turning from the rapidly gaining church to me.
"An old girlfriend?" Vash ask playfully, grinning at me over his shoulder.
"She's a nun," I say plainly.
"And you're a priest," he replies, smirk plastered onto his face. "I don't see the problem."
"She would be Fifty by now!" I almost scream. Damn Needle-Noggin, messin with me all the damn time!
"If you two are quite done," Meryl says plainly, trying to keep her cool, "we're here."
Asako: CLIFFY!
Makoto: You lazy…
Blu: …um…um…-runs and hides-
Wolfwood: Humans are not perfect, nor were humans created perfect. God created humans in his image, but did not give them ability to verify right from wrong. Human's made their first big mistake, and, in the process, gained the ability to verify between right and wrong. We, as humans, still have the concept, the concept of free will, yet we constantly pick wrong over right. We know which is which, and yet we can't seem to keep ourselves from crossing that thin line that separates the two. We know right from wrong, and we are not perfect.
Next Chapter: Pandora's Box