Heya! ::waves a paw:: Guess what? It's 11:38 p.m.! I was bored, so I
decided to write another chapter! And guess what my brother showed me how
to do?
I can now make these things (©( Cool, huh? These too! ( Maybe I should
write a rated ® fic. ::laughs idiotically and trips over tails:: OWW!
Anyway, On with the story!
************************ The $$60,000,000,000 Rose ************************ Chapter 2: Water Trouble-Part 1
Saria sighed in frustration. Walking for hours upon hours and miles and miles, and then having to sleep on the cold ground was bad enough, but she was dirty, her legs were sore, and she was starting to feel bitchy. Her overly large cream-colored wool sweater wasn't helping. To top it all off, she was bored. She felt like yanking on her braid and screaming.
She glanced at Vash. He had stopped, and was obviously looking at something. She jogged over to him and saw he was looking at a piece of slightly battered paper. She read over his arm.
'Wanted: Bodyguard
Ace gunman like Vash the Stampede requested
Free water and room
Apply at mansion'
"This is perfect! Free water, a room, and I get to protect someone!" Vash said gleefully. Saria looked up at his face. He had a huge smile. She raised an eyebrow.
"Vash."
"What?"
"Do you even know where this mansion is?"
He stared at her for a few moments. "Well, I know there's a town nearby.."
"Really. Well, are we just going to stand here, or go to this town and ask for directions?"
"..." She sighed. "Then let's go already!"
****************** 2 hours later ******************
Vash looked at the wanted flier again. "This must be the place." He knocked at the door, and it opened. A rather short man greeted him. Saria immediately disliked the man. She remembered this episode. This guy had shot at Vash, and had been hoarding water. Without noticing, she slightly edged closer to Vash.
"Hi! We're here for the job." Vash handed the flier to the man.
"How wonderful. Please, come in, come in." The man was rather short with a weird mustache, and a hideous, but fancy, brown suit. The man turned to Vash.
"Excellent. From now on you will be known as Vash the Stampede. Welcome Vash the Stampede, and.who are you, little girl?" The man asked Saria, as if seeing her for the first time.
Saria clenched her rucksack's strap tightly. She replied in a sugarcoated tone. "I'm sorry. My name isn't 'little girl', it's Saria. Saria Vanavierra De Fanellia-Augustin Rose." She decided to use her full name. "And I'm not little. I'm nearly twenty." She added.
Both the man and Vash stared at her in shock. The man coughed. "I see. I apologize for my rudeness, Madam. Why don't you and Mr.Vash come in here? I'll explain everything."
"Alright." Vash said, glancing again at Saria with an odd expression.
The man led them into a small sitting area, motioning for them to sit down. Saria sat across from the short man on a small couch. The man began explaining.
"You see, I asked for a bodyguard because someone tried to kill me yesterday. Everybody is after the water that I own. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but I happen to have a very special guest staying with me." The man pulled on a gold curtain string.
Two curtains parted to show a beautiful young woman in an equally lovely dress. She smiled at Vash and Saria. "I'm very pleased to meet you."
Saria glanced at Vash and nearly groaned aloud. He was practically drooling. She felt like bashing his head against a wall. Then throw him in a pool full of flesh-eating piranhas.
She turned to the short man as Vash ran over to the girl and began telling her about how he was going to protect her and began babbling about the wonders of marriage. "Can I see my room please?"
The man nodded, glancing at Vash. "Of course, Madam."
************ A few minutes later.. ************
Saria sighed as she flopped down on the bed. From her rucksack came a raspy hissing noise. Saria rolled over and let Pirotess out. The white ferret came over and licked Saria's nose. "Piro, men are such losers. They're so shallow." Pirotess squeaked, as if agreeing. Still lying on her side, Saria began rooting through her bag.
She pulled out the only clothes she had in it: a crimson-colored flower- print bikini swimsuit, a slightly long, sleeveless black silk shirt, and a pair of low-cut denim shorts.
'I wish I had bought something else..Something that wasn't so skimpy.' She thought mentally. She was NOT going to stay in the dirty clothes she was wearing now a moment longer. She got up and walked over to the bathtub in her room. She turned on the water and washed her face, promising herself a bath later that night.
That done, she got dressed in her spare 'clothes', put Pirotess on her shoulders, and went downstairs to find Vash.
**************** Meanwhile, downstairs. ****************
Vash sighed happily as he relaxed on a couch and sipped at a glass of icy- cold water. 'Aaahh.A beautiful girl to protect, free water and room..The only way this could be better is if there were free doughnuts.' Suddenly a light female behind him interrupted his pleasant thoughts.
"Well dork, I see your enjoying yourself. Where's the lady WE are supposed to protect?"
Vash turned around and nearly choked on the water he had been drinking. Saria had changed into some skimpy, dark red top and low-cut shorts that revealed a rather large amount of skin, not to mention the top displayed her bust quite nicely.
She had also washed her face, he could tell. Her cheeks were slightly pink and wet from scrubbing so hard. Her lips were a light rosy red. Her dark reddish-gold hair was still in a braid. And curling around her neck, watching him was a snowy white, red-eyed creature of some kind.
Saria glared at him and cleared her throat. Vash jerked his gaze to her face. He had been staring. "What is that?" He said, pointing to the creature on her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't start yelling at him for staring at her body.
*************** Well? Was this better than the first chapter? I sure hope so. I rather like it. You see, Saria had bought the clothes she had in the bag for a trip she had planned on taking to a beach. I swear I don't mean for this story to be a Mary-Sue. I mean it. Don't worry; she's gonna be put through hell. Not to mention I'm putting in another OC.Pysche Ferriae. Pysche will also 'fall in love' with someone.Knives. And there is a plot to the story, I just haven't put it in the story yet. R&R, okay? THANK YOU!
::does a happy bandit dance::
************************ The $$60,000,000,000 Rose ************************ Chapter 2: Water Trouble-Part 1
Saria sighed in frustration. Walking for hours upon hours and miles and miles, and then having to sleep on the cold ground was bad enough, but she was dirty, her legs were sore, and she was starting to feel bitchy. Her overly large cream-colored wool sweater wasn't helping. To top it all off, she was bored. She felt like yanking on her braid and screaming.
She glanced at Vash. He had stopped, and was obviously looking at something. She jogged over to him and saw he was looking at a piece of slightly battered paper. She read over his arm.
'Wanted: Bodyguard
Ace gunman like Vash the Stampede requested
Free water and room
Apply at mansion'
"This is perfect! Free water, a room, and I get to protect someone!" Vash said gleefully. Saria looked up at his face. He had a huge smile. She raised an eyebrow.
"Vash."
"What?"
"Do you even know where this mansion is?"
He stared at her for a few moments. "Well, I know there's a town nearby.."
"Really. Well, are we just going to stand here, or go to this town and ask for directions?"
"..." She sighed. "Then let's go already!"
****************** 2 hours later ******************
Vash looked at the wanted flier again. "This must be the place." He knocked at the door, and it opened. A rather short man greeted him. Saria immediately disliked the man. She remembered this episode. This guy had shot at Vash, and had been hoarding water. Without noticing, she slightly edged closer to Vash.
"Hi! We're here for the job." Vash handed the flier to the man.
"How wonderful. Please, come in, come in." The man was rather short with a weird mustache, and a hideous, but fancy, brown suit. The man turned to Vash.
"Excellent. From now on you will be known as Vash the Stampede. Welcome Vash the Stampede, and.who are you, little girl?" The man asked Saria, as if seeing her for the first time.
Saria clenched her rucksack's strap tightly. She replied in a sugarcoated tone. "I'm sorry. My name isn't 'little girl', it's Saria. Saria Vanavierra De Fanellia-Augustin Rose." She decided to use her full name. "And I'm not little. I'm nearly twenty." She added.
Both the man and Vash stared at her in shock. The man coughed. "I see. I apologize for my rudeness, Madam. Why don't you and Mr.Vash come in here? I'll explain everything."
"Alright." Vash said, glancing again at Saria with an odd expression.
The man led them into a small sitting area, motioning for them to sit down. Saria sat across from the short man on a small couch. The man began explaining.
"You see, I asked for a bodyguard because someone tried to kill me yesterday. Everybody is after the water that I own. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but I happen to have a very special guest staying with me." The man pulled on a gold curtain string.
Two curtains parted to show a beautiful young woman in an equally lovely dress. She smiled at Vash and Saria. "I'm very pleased to meet you."
Saria glanced at Vash and nearly groaned aloud. He was practically drooling. She felt like bashing his head against a wall. Then throw him in a pool full of flesh-eating piranhas.
She turned to the short man as Vash ran over to the girl and began telling her about how he was going to protect her and began babbling about the wonders of marriage. "Can I see my room please?"
The man nodded, glancing at Vash. "Of course, Madam."
************ A few minutes later.. ************
Saria sighed as she flopped down on the bed. From her rucksack came a raspy hissing noise. Saria rolled over and let Pirotess out. The white ferret came over and licked Saria's nose. "Piro, men are such losers. They're so shallow." Pirotess squeaked, as if agreeing. Still lying on her side, Saria began rooting through her bag.
She pulled out the only clothes she had in it: a crimson-colored flower- print bikini swimsuit, a slightly long, sleeveless black silk shirt, and a pair of low-cut denim shorts.
'I wish I had bought something else..Something that wasn't so skimpy.' She thought mentally. She was NOT going to stay in the dirty clothes she was wearing now a moment longer. She got up and walked over to the bathtub in her room. She turned on the water and washed her face, promising herself a bath later that night.
That done, she got dressed in her spare 'clothes', put Pirotess on her shoulders, and went downstairs to find Vash.
**************** Meanwhile, downstairs. ****************
Vash sighed happily as he relaxed on a couch and sipped at a glass of icy- cold water. 'Aaahh.A beautiful girl to protect, free water and room..The only way this could be better is if there were free doughnuts.' Suddenly a light female behind him interrupted his pleasant thoughts.
"Well dork, I see your enjoying yourself. Where's the lady WE are supposed to protect?"
Vash turned around and nearly choked on the water he had been drinking. Saria had changed into some skimpy, dark red top and low-cut shorts that revealed a rather large amount of skin, not to mention the top displayed her bust quite nicely.
She had also washed her face, he could tell. Her cheeks were slightly pink and wet from scrubbing so hard. Her lips were a light rosy red. Her dark reddish-gold hair was still in a braid. And curling around her neck, watching him was a snowy white, red-eyed creature of some kind.
Saria glared at him and cleared her throat. Vash jerked his gaze to her face. He had been staring. "What is that?" He said, pointing to the creature on her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't start yelling at him for staring at her body.
*************** Well? Was this better than the first chapter? I sure hope so. I rather like it. You see, Saria had bought the clothes she had in the bag for a trip she had planned on taking to a beach. I swear I don't mean for this story to be a Mary-Sue. I mean it. Don't worry; she's gonna be put through hell. Not to mention I'm putting in another OC.Pysche Ferriae. Pysche will also 'fall in love' with someone.Knives. And there is a plot to the story, I just haven't put it in the story yet. R&R, okay? THANK YOU!
::does a happy bandit dance::