Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun. I do not own Meryl, or Milly, or
Wolfwood, or Vash, or Knives or even the cute little black kitty. I simply
write fanfiction in my spare time. Though sometimes I really, really,
really wish I *owned* Vash. (hehe)
The Real Author's Notes: Gee people! Don't take me so seriously! This is for fun, for relaxation, for. . .my sake of procrastination. Again, this is not serious fic or *L*iterature. I am not writing the Trigun equivalent of Shakespeare. I do thank the reviewers who gave some suggestions and support. I'll try to listen to some of them, but no promises. I'm a lazy writer. Don't take me wrong, I read your suggestions, I'm just 1) too lazy to follow up or 2) too lazy to follow up. *grin* Does that make me evil? Maybe. Anyway. . .Thank you faithful readers! And I do promise there is a chapter at the end of this long ass acknowledgement that follows. If you don't want to find yourself or if you're a new reader and don't care about the acknowledgements (which I must do now while I feel like it since it probably won't happen again), page down until you come to something resembling fanfiction. It's the stuff that's a little longer than the acknowledgements and less garbled. I think.
Just a short response to some of my reviewers while I'm in the mood:
AnonymousTrigunOtaku: Yellow fruit? What yellow fruit? *points to PG-13 rating* Nope. No yellow fruit in sight. And yes, if people here are interested in yellow fruit, I refer them to better yellow fruit writers than I or my other offering on fanfic.net.
Vashie's Girl: Meryl? Is that you? May I borrow Vash for a few days?
Arafel: *gasp! Pointing at the reviewer from Chapter 3* You're - you're Arafel! I've heard of you! *bows down* You're actually reading this piece of brain vomit? I am so not worthy of your attention. *grin* Anyway. . .thanks for your suggestions. I'll take some of them up when I feel the need to procrastinate again. And by the way. . .if it helps, I think I may love you as a reviewer! LOL.
Roganu-chan: I agree. Awww.
ivorydragon77: I also agree. Awww. If Meryl doesn't realize it, I offer my services.
Ocelot: Hmm. Long chapters? I'll try but again the word is *lazy*. If you missed it the first time, read my author's notes. ^.^
The Bourgeois Babe: You made my day when you first reviewed. Thank you!
krazyMaze: LOL. Admit it. You liked the "naughty" dreams didn't you? Didn't you? LOL
S-chan The Great: Thank you for sending me reviews but not death threats! You made me laugh so hard that people at work wondered if I had finally gone over the crazy end of the cliff.
Anonymous: Hi! My name is Rain77! You're probably not going to get anybody else's POV in this fic. I decided that I wanted to *be* Vash one day and here it is. Hah! I could never be Vash, mind you. It just wouldn't happen. I'd like to own him. But that's another story.
blood-lust6: Is my procrastination just the right amount?
Kabashka: *hands shiny gold ball of rubber bands* You are dubbed first reviewer by Rain77. All bow to the first reviewer who made Rain's otherwise gloomy day more sunshiny! Thank you!
And now, the brain vomit aka Rain's fic.
Chapter 4
Milly pats my hand in awkward sympathy while I stare at what remains of the bank and its vault.
"It's okay, Mr. Vash. It wasn't your fault the robber was carrying a pack full of explosives. I mean, he shouldn't have been carrying anything so dangerous in a pack now, should he?"
My eyes automatically shift to said robber. He was still staring at the piece of rubble that was minutes ago full of cash. Next to him, the mayor had the same expression except the look on his face was mixed with relief that I had saved his life. I guess he was still trying to decide whether or not he was going to shake my hand in gratefulness or run me out of town. He was currently in a little impromptu meeting with the bank owners who frankly looked like they were in shock, their mouths agape like fish.
"I mean, it's amazing really," Milly continued. "You only destroyed the bank vault. That's a good thing, right? And the mayor's okay and Mr. Robber is too. But still I think that maybe if. . ."
I smile weakly at her and let her talk while I awaited my fate. I watch as people gathered in knots, talking and pointing at the sight. They weren't pointing at me per se, but they were pointing. Mostly at the damage. Sometimes at me. Great.
My senses return suddenly as I catch the tail end of something Milly has said. "What? What was that?"
Milly blinks at me confusedly. "Weren't you listening?"
"Sure I was," I lie cheerfully. "Just got distracted."
I was saying that I think sempai would be okay with all this. It's just the report that's going to be hard to write because she wasn't here."
Oh no. "Milly I don't think that's such a good idea."
"What do you mean, Mr. Vash?"
"It's just that I think Meryl is - "
"Yes?"
I think she's going to kill me, I think silently. "Well, I think we should maybe just keep this - "
"Vash the Stampede?" the mayor calls out as he walks towards us. Those two emotions were still warring on his face but the friendlier one seemed to have won out. Behind him the board of managers from the bank were still gaping in shock at their once pristine and whole bank.
I cringe. Alright, it's time to get ready to leave town. Again. What to pack? Gun. Oil. Bullets. Sandwiches. . .
"I - we - the bank - " he sputters, does a double take on the bank vault rubble and the managers, groans, and continues, "I've decided that you can work off some of the damage."
Donuts. Coat. Something from Meryl's dresser. Huh? "I'm sorry. What?"
"I'll pay for the damages."
"You will?!" I cry enthusiastically and grab his hand to pump it up and down.
He pulls away hastily. "Don't get me wrong. They said either I pay or they'll never vote for me again. I own part of the bank after all."
I stopped shaking his hand suspiciously. "Wait, what do I have to do?"
"I have someone for you to guard," he says quickly. "Someone special in my life."
"A daughter?" I ask hopefully.
"You wish," he snorted. A smile almost played on his lips before he pulled away. "You'll see."
Oh-oh. Somehow or other this seemed to spell trouble. "All right, Mr. Vash," Milly exclaims encouragingly. "Your second job! See? It was fine. Sempai will be so pleased. I am too and to think I thought you were done for!"
"You don't get off so easy, young lady," the mayor says suddenly rounding on her.
Milly's smile slips. "Huh? But I didn't do anything. I was just - "
"An innocent bystander?" the mayor says sarcastically. "There is no eating inside the bank. If you hadn't come in to ask Vash the Stampede whatever it was you were going to ask him, there would have been no pudding on the floor. The robber wouldn't have slipped. The explosives wouldn't have gone off prematurely." He shook his head in disbelief. "I still don't know how you two managed to destroy half the bank and all the vault."
I smile at him again. "Really. We are sorry," I apologize once more.
He only threw up his hands in defeat. "Doesn't matter. You two report tomorrow to my office." Then he turned around, remembered that his office - which had been attached to an alcove of the bank - had been destroyed, groaned again and grumbled, "Just report here. And try not to destroy anything on the way."
"Milly?" I say quietly as the mayor walks away.
"Yes, Mr. Vash?" she says almost as quietly.
"Can we not tell Meryl about this?"
Grimly she nods. This was one report that Meryl wasn't going to file.
Unrelated humorous quote: "Procrastination and masturbation are kind of alike. It's only fun until you realize you're only screwing yourself."
The Real Author's Notes: Gee people! Don't take me so seriously! This is for fun, for relaxation, for. . .my sake of procrastination. Again, this is not serious fic or *L*iterature. I am not writing the Trigun equivalent of Shakespeare. I do thank the reviewers who gave some suggestions and support. I'll try to listen to some of them, but no promises. I'm a lazy writer. Don't take me wrong, I read your suggestions, I'm just 1) too lazy to follow up or 2) too lazy to follow up. *grin* Does that make me evil? Maybe. Anyway. . .Thank you faithful readers! And I do promise there is a chapter at the end of this long ass acknowledgement that follows. If you don't want to find yourself or if you're a new reader and don't care about the acknowledgements (which I must do now while I feel like it since it probably won't happen again), page down until you come to something resembling fanfiction. It's the stuff that's a little longer than the acknowledgements and less garbled. I think.
Just a short response to some of my reviewers while I'm in the mood:
AnonymousTrigunOtaku: Yellow fruit? What yellow fruit? *points to PG-13 rating* Nope. No yellow fruit in sight. And yes, if people here are interested in yellow fruit, I refer them to better yellow fruit writers than I or my other offering on fanfic.net.
Vashie's Girl: Meryl? Is that you? May I borrow Vash for a few days?
Arafel: *gasp! Pointing at the reviewer from Chapter 3* You're - you're Arafel! I've heard of you! *bows down* You're actually reading this piece of brain vomit? I am so not worthy of your attention. *grin* Anyway. . .thanks for your suggestions. I'll take some of them up when I feel the need to procrastinate again. And by the way. . .if it helps, I think I may love you as a reviewer! LOL.
Roganu-chan: I agree. Awww.
ivorydragon77: I also agree. Awww. If Meryl doesn't realize it, I offer my services.
Ocelot: Hmm. Long chapters? I'll try but again the word is *lazy*. If you missed it the first time, read my author's notes. ^.^
The Bourgeois Babe: You made my day when you first reviewed. Thank you!
krazyMaze: LOL. Admit it. You liked the "naughty" dreams didn't you? Didn't you? LOL
S-chan The Great: Thank you for sending me reviews but not death threats! You made me laugh so hard that people at work wondered if I had finally gone over the crazy end of the cliff.
Anonymous: Hi! My name is Rain77! You're probably not going to get anybody else's POV in this fic. I decided that I wanted to *be* Vash one day and here it is. Hah! I could never be Vash, mind you. It just wouldn't happen. I'd like to own him. But that's another story.
blood-lust6: Is my procrastination just the right amount?
Kabashka: *hands shiny gold ball of rubber bands* You are dubbed first reviewer by Rain77. All bow to the first reviewer who made Rain's otherwise gloomy day more sunshiny! Thank you!
And now, the brain vomit aka Rain's fic.
Chapter 4
Milly pats my hand in awkward sympathy while I stare at what remains of the bank and its vault.
"It's okay, Mr. Vash. It wasn't your fault the robber was carrying a pack full of explosives. I mean, he shouldn't have been carrying anything so dangerous in a pack now, should he?"
My eyes automatically shift to said robber. He was still staring at the piece of rubble that was minutes ago full of cash. Next to him, the mayor had the same expression except the look on his face was mixed with relief that I had saved his life. I guess he was still trying to decide whether or not he was going to shake my hand in gratefulness or run me out of town. He was currently in a little impromptu meeting with the bank owners who frankly looked like they were in shock, their mouths agape like fish.
"I mean, it's amazing really," Milly continued. "You only destroyed the bank vault. That's a good thing, right? And the mayor's okay and Mr. Robber is too. But still I think that maybe if. . ."
I smile weakly at her and let her talk while I awaited my fate. I watch as people gathered in knots, talking and pointing at the sight. They weren't pointing at me per se, but they were pointing. Mostly at the damage. Sometimes at me. Great.
My senses return suddenly as I catch the tail end of something Milly has said. "What? What was that?"
Milly blinks at me confusedly. "Weren't you listening?"
"Sure I was," I lie cheerfully. "Just got distracted."
I was saying that I think sempai would be okay with all this. It's just the report that's going to be hard to write because she wasn't here."
Oh no. "Milly I don't think that's such a good idea."
"What do you mean, Mr. Vash?"
"It's just that I think Meryl is - "
"Yes?"
I think she's going to kill me, I think silently. "Well, I think we should maybe just keep this - "
"Vash the Stampede?" the mayor calls out as he walks towards us. Those two emotions were still warring on his face but the friendlier one seemed to have won out. Behind him the board of managers from the bank were still gaping in shock at their once pristine and whole bank.
I cringe. Alright, it's time to get ready to leave town. Again. What to pack? Gun. Oil. Bullets. Sandwiches. . .
"I - we - the bank - " he sputters, does a double take on the bank vault rubble and the managers, groans, and continues, "I've decided that you can work off some of the damage."
Donuts. Coat. Something from Meryl's dresser. Huh? "I'm sorry. What?"
"I'll pay for the damages."
"You will?!" I cry enthusiastically and grab his hand to pump it up and down.
He pulls away hastily. "Don't get me wrong. They said either I pay or they'll never vote for me again. I own part of the bank after all."
I stopped shaking his hand suspiciously. "Wait, what do I have to do?"
"I have someone for you to guard," he says quickly. "Someone special in my life."
"A daughter?" I ask hopefully.
"You wish," he snorted. A smile almost played on his lips before he pulled away. "You'll see."
Oh-oh. Somehow or other this seemed to spell trouble. "All right, Mr. Vash," Milly exclaims encouragingly. "Your second job! See? It was fine. Sempai will be so pleased. I am too and to think I thought you were done for!"
"You don't get off so easy, young lady," the mayor says suddenly rounding on her.
Milly's smile slips. "Huh? But I didn't do anything. I was just - "
"An innocent bystander?" the mayor says sarcastically. "There is no eating inside the bank. If you hadn't come in to ask Vash the Stampede whatever it was you were going to ask him, there would have been no pudding on the floor. The robber wouldn't have slipped. The explosives wouldn't have gone off prematurely." He shook his head in disbelief. "I still don't know how you two managed to destroy half the bank and all the vault."
I smile at him again. "Really. We are sorry," I apologize once more.
He only threw up his hands in defeat. "Doesn't matter. You two report tomorrow to my office." Then he turned around, remembered that his office - which had been attached to an alcove of the bank - had been destroyed, groaned again and grumbled, "Just report here. And try not to destroy anything on the way."
"Milly?" I say quietly as the mayor walks away.
"Yes, Mr. Vash?" she says almost as quietly.
"Can we not tell Meryl about this?"
Grimly she nods. This was one report that Meryl wasn't going to file.
Unrelated humorous quote: "Procrastination and masturbation are kind of alike. It's only fun until you realize you're only screwing yourself."