::groans:: I've got the C.S.F.H.(Camp Songs From Hell) stuck in my
head.have urge to write next chapter.Thank you to Odie-san for not flaming
me about the grammatical errors.I noticed them after I posted the
chapters.sorry about that. Anyway, I'm sure you want to read this chapter
now. I don't own Trigun, though I wish I did. Please R&R!
************************ The $$60,000,000,000 Rose ************************ Chapter 4: Gun Trouble and Flying Bullets
"WHADDA YA MEAN, ONLY ONE FREAKING ROOM?!?" Saria yelled at the terrified man behind the hotel check-in counter, her amber-flecked dark emerald green eyes glinting dangerously. Earlier, Vash had said he had wanted to find some man named Frank, so Saria had offered to check them both into the hotel. However, she had discovered there was only one room left in the entire hotel that wasn't occupied. The thought of having to share a one-bed hotel room with Vash didn't sit too well with her.
"I-I-I'm sorry M-m-miss! We're c-completely booked! I can o-offer the l- last room for only $$78 if you wish." Saria glared at the man darkly for a moment, before nodding her head stiffly. "Fine." She forked over the money. "But if you hear some one being thrown out the window or something, don't worry about."
Grabbing the room keys from the trembling man, she stomped up the stairs towards the room, her rucksack and Vash's bag firmly in her grasp. She reached the room, opened the door, and threw Vash's bag against the wall, putting her own bag on the nearby bed. Piro poked her head out, squeaking.
Saria gently lifted her beloved ferret out, placing her on her shoulder. Pirotess squeaked softly, licking Saria's ear. Saria smiled as she walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall left to the window.
Saria was wearing her black silk top, and gray cargo pants. Her nearly floor length reddish-blond hair was now in a ponytail, tied with her black ribbon.
"Piro?" Pirotess squeaked at Saria. "Could you stay in one of my pant pockets and sleep? I'm going to go find Vash." Pirotess hissed and crawled down to the floor, ran to the bed, crawled up and lay down on the pillow.
"Guess that's a no.Well, see ya later Piro!" Saria walked out of the room, grabbing the remaining money that Vash had given her for the hotel fee.
***** A few minutes later. *****
Saria was turning a corner, grumbling under her breath about how certain green-eyed blonds deserve to burn in hell for all eternity, when she heard a loud commotion, and a familiar voice yelling for help.
Running towards the large crowd that had congregated around Vash, she nearly face-vaulted. A drunken guy had Vash down on the ground, and had just kissed him! A huge sweat drop appeared on the back of her head. Just then, Vash spotted her.
"SARRIAAAAA HELLP MEEEEEEEE!!!!" Instead of going to help him, Saria batted her eyelashes, put her hand next to her face and waved her fingers at him like a little girl.
"Oh no, no no no. I would never interrupt true love! I never knew you were gay, Vash! You look sooo happy! Guess I don't need to worry about the fact we have to share a single-bed hotel room tonight!" She called out the last part girlishly.
She blew a kiss to him, and walked towards a nearby clothing and fabric store, waving back at him. She heard his yells as she walked into the dimly lighted store. The kind-faced woman at the counter smiled at her warmly.
"Something I can help you with, dear?"
Saria smiled back. "Could I buy a large men's shirt and a large red bandana? And some underclothes, too, please." The woman went into a back room, and a few moments later, came back with the requested items.
"Anything else, my dear?" Saria was about to shake her head, but stopped. "Uh, a needle, a spool of thread-any color-, and.oh! I know! Pink ribbon!" The woman got the items, and rung it up. "That will be $$13, please." Saria slapped the money on the counter, and the woman put it all in a paper bag, and handed it to Saria.
Humming to herself, Saria proceeded to go to various shops and in turn purchased: a tin of dry crackers, a canteen, dried fruit for Pirotess, a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste, a brush, a rucksack that was bigger than the one she had, two pairs of small silver hoop earrings, a pen and notebook, a simple black choker, two small blankets, a pair of new boots, and finally, the most expensive item: A gun and bullets, complete with a thigh holster.
The gun was silver, and elegant looking, the barrel a little thin. It had a design engraved on it: a rose vine trailing around the barrel. Saria had no earthly idea what the gun type was called, but it was the design that had caught her eye. She was a pretty good shot back home, thanks to her sister.
She headed back to the hotel, as the sky darkened. It was completely dark except for the stars and moons when she got there. Before she had the chance to walk in the door, she was stopped by a male voice.
"There you are..Saria..found you.." She turned around, her purchases in her arms. There was Vash with some weird headband, and the man who had kissed him earlier. "What do you want now, moron?"
"Hey brotha.*hic*.Is this the chickie you wuz looking for? Come on, just tell her and lets go drink some more!" The man said.
"Ok..Hey, Saria..I'm staying with my new friend tonight.See ya tomorrow!" That said, Vash and the drunk man wandered off into the night, leaving a confused Saria holding her packages.
**************** In the morning.. ****************
"Mmmm.Here Piro-chan, have some bacon.." Saria said, putting down a small plate with a strip of bacon and a bit of egg for her ferret. Saria took a bite out of her own breakfast of pancakes.
She sighed with satisfaction. She had slept in the shirt she had bought the other day, and had spent part of the evening transferring her things into her new bag. She now wore her bikini top and shorts. However, she also wore her new choker, boots and earrings. Three silver earrings adorned her left ear, and one in her right. Her hair was completely down, almost trailing on the ground.
"Ahh, nothing like a cup of tea in the morning, eh Pirotess?" Saria took a sip from her tea saucer, and then took another bite of pancake.
She had just taken another sip of tea when she heard loud gunfire outside, the sudden loud noise almost making her choke. She practically flew to the window.
"Oh, for the love of-What the hell are those guys thinking? Robbing a bank in broad daylight? Geez." She hurried to the nightstand next to her bed and strapped her gun to her right leg.
"Piro, you stay here. I'll go see what's going on, okay?" Saria hurried out the door, out of the hotel and into the street.
She arrived just in time to hear one of the men robbing the bank speak.
"Behold, the one, the only.VASH THE STAMPEDE!"
Saria nearly face-vaulted. People began murmuring as a man sitting under an umbrella got up. As he gave a short speech about him being Vash the Stampede, Saria noticed a certain blond idiot out of the corner of her eye. Somewhere Vash had found a trashcan, and was wearing the lid like a hat. He walked towards the robbers, but stopped when the fired at his feet, right when he reached their getaway car.
He tapped his boot on the ground, and two blades came out on both sides, connecting at the toe. Vash kicked the closest tire, putting a hole in it. All the air came out.
"Gee, looks like you won't be escaping in that."
Obviously the robbers were outraged.
"How dare you!"
"Do you know who your dealing with? This is the one and only Vash the Stampede!"
Vash looked up from twisting the arm of a robber who had come too close.
"Really? I was under the impression that he was a bit more handsome." The guy whose arm he twisted fainted and fell to the ground.
"Are you implying that I am not Vash the Stampede?!" The man pulled out a huge gun, and fired.
Vash used the trashcan lid to block the bullets, and dove to the side. One of the robbers aimed a gun at Vash.
Saria pulled out her own gun, and walked forward, pressing the gun against the back of the guy's neck.
"Drop it if want to live, buster." The gun fell out of the robber's hand and clattered on the ground. Saria kicked it away and knocked the man out with the butt of her gun.
By now, Vash was standing up again. He stuck his hand in his pocket and made a gun shape.
"Well, lets just see if you're the real Vash the Stampede."
The phony 'Vash' was about to fire when an older lady walked up, a slightly rusty gun in her hands.
"D-don't move! This is a original F-Frank Special! Don't think I'll m-miss just because I'm old!"
"What IS THIS?!?" The phony 'Vash' cried.
Slowly, more people stepped up, guns in hand, until it seemed like the entire town had guns pointed at the robbers. Then, Saria saw the drunk guy that Vash had been with slowly come up and put his finger against the fake Vash's head.
Needless to say, the phony 'Vash' and his cronies ran faster than Saria thought men could actually run.
The onlookers cheered. Vash smiled.
"Wasn't even loaded!" the man said, holding up his finger.
Vash pulled his hand out. "Sure wasn't!" He said, smiling widely.
Saria groaned, putting her gun back in the holster. She turned around and headed back towards the hotel when she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
She looked up to see. "Milly!? Meryl?! What are you two doing here?"
Milly smiled at Saria, taking her hand off her shoulder.
"We're still looking for Vash the Stampede." Meryl replied.
"Wow, Saria. That was really brave of you!" Milly said loudly, a huge smile on her face.
"Thanks. Have any luck finding Vash?"
Meryl opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Vash's voice.
"Saria! There you are! Come on, they're giving us free drinks at the bar to celebrate!" He grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the bar. "Bye! See you later!" Milly called after her.
Pulling her through the shutter like doors, He sat her down on a stool next to the bar, and sat down next to her, as the bartender walked over.
"What would you like?"
Vash smiled gleefully. "I'll have a tall glass of beer, please!"
The bartender looked at her. "And how 'bout, you Miss?"
Saria stared at him blankly. "Excuse me?"
"What would you like? We have beer, whiskey, vodka, or, if you like, I could fix you up with a margarita."
Saria blinked. She was still a minor! Although, she'd always wanted to try.
"Do you have any brandy?"
The bartender nodded, and got their drinks. He set a tall, foaming mug of beer in front of Vash and a cup and dark-colored bottle in front of Saria. The bartender popped the cap of the brandy bottle for her. "Enjoy." He said, before hurrying off to help another customer.
Saria glanced at Vash. He grabbed the mug and took a long swig from it, sighing in satisfaction. Turning back to her own drink, she sighed mentally.
'I think I'm going to hate myself in the morning.'
************* That night. *************
"This should be a good spot to rest for the night." Vash put his traveling bag down, and stretched.
Saria sat down on a rock, and set her own bag down. Pirotess, from her perch on Saria's shoulder, made a soft squeaking noise and licked Saria's ear.
"Alright, I know your hungry, Pirotess. Do you want some fruit, or a cracker?" Piro made a low hiss. Saria nodded.
"Okay! Fruit it is!" Saria took a piece of dried banana and put it on the rock. Pirotess crawled down Saria's shoulder and seized the dried fruit, biting into it. Saria smiled.
"Saria?"
Saria turned to Vash, a small smile still on her face.
"What?"
"Where did you get all that stuff? You know, the GUN, the new bag, the fruit.?"
"You know that money you gave me for the hotel fee?"
"Yeah."
"Weeellll..The hotel room wasn't as expensive as I thought.."
"Wait.hotel ROOM?"
"Yeah, I told you while you were being kissed by.who was it again? Oh yeah, Frank. They only had one room left."
Vash mumbled under his breath about missed opportunities.
"Come again?"
Vash looked at her. She had her gun out. He scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously.
"Ehehehe.Nothing."
"That's what I thought." She put the gun away.
"Now, what was the question?"
"The money."
"Oh yeah! Anyway, the hotel fee wasn't as much as I'd thought, so I kinda used it to go shopping. There's still some left."
"Can I have it back?"
"No."
"What?!?"
"Never, ever trust me with so much money with out specifying that you want the extra back. You'll never see it again."
"B-but that was almost all my money!"
"Toooo baaadd!"
"Man..."
Saria smiled evilly.
"How much is left?"
"Umm.Let me see..oh, about $$150."
"$$150?!"
"Is there an echo out here? Yes, there is $$150 left."
".."
"Look, I'm going to sleep. Bother me in the morning, when I'm in a bitchier mood." She pulled out one of the small blankets and wrapped herself in it, lying down.
'I wish I had been thrown into a different anime, a nice one, like Rurouni Kenshin or something.'
*************** Several days later.. ***************
"Finally! A town!" Saria cheered.
"See, I told you I'd lead us to a town!" Vash probably would've said something else, but the loud sound of gunfire interrupted them. Piro mad a loud hissing noise from inside Saria's rucksack as both Saria and Vash ran to see what was going on.
Several people were standing outside a saloon, looking frustrated about something.
'Wait.isn't this the episode where Vash gets kicked in face because he looked up some girl's dress? Yeah.now I remember! The girl is some old guys daughter.an old outlaw who killed a lot of people.by the name of 'Grim Reaper' Bostalk. ' Saria's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Vash walking towards the saloon. No, it wasn't walking; it was dancing.
The men standing in front of the bar yelled at him to stop, but he continued dancing oddly and went into the bar. She wearily walked over, her rucksack over one shoulder and her right hand on the gun strapped to her thigh.
"I'm gonna kill that moron with a piece of string!"
One of the men standing in front of the saloon turned to her. He had a shiny sheriff's badge.
"You know that moronic buffoon?"
"Well, I wouldn't call him a moronic buffoon, per say. More like a airheaded, stupid, green-eyed, perverted yellow-haired little bastard with no shred of decent table manners. But yes, I know him. Unfortunately."
"Say, are you any good with that?"
"Say what?"
The sheriff pointed to her gun.
"Are you a good shot?"
"Yeah, I am. Just because I'm a woman don't think I don't know how to shoot a freaking gun, buster."
"Good. Could I ask y-"
"What's happened?" A deep male voice interrupted the sheriff.
"Not to worry, Mr. Bostalk. I've got it covered. Your Stephanie will be safe soon, I promise."
"And how exactly are you going to get my little girl to safety, sheriff?"
"I've got an gunman on the case. Or should I say, gunwoman."
Saria started. "I never said I'd help, but fine."
"Are you going to save my little girl? Thank you! Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah.Watch this bag for me will you? I'd rather not have to cart this thing around while I'm playing 'hero'. And I better get paid good for this." Saria handed her rucksack over to the sheriff.
"And treat that bag like it's made of glass, or I'll shoot you."
Saria pulled out her gun, checked to make sure it was loaded, and headed towards the bar, fully loaded gun in hand. She paused at the door and took a deep breath. 'Maybe now my ice hockey skills will come in handy.' She tackled the door, causing it to fly off it's hinges. It smashed onto the ground.
"Hello, boys." She said icily, cocking her gun, slowly pointing it around the room. It was full of men with guns. A beautiful young girl was sitting on the bar counter, tied up. Vash was nowhere in sight. Saria took aim and fired, knocking the gun out of one man's hands.
She fired again, and again, knocking guns out of people's hands. The men then seemed to gather their wits, and opened fire on her.
She ran across the room, bullets whizzing by. She felt some graze her back. She dove behind the bar counter, right as her bikini top fell to the ground, the straps that held it on cut by bullets.
Unfortunately, it fell off right in front of Vash, who was tied up, and sitting behind the counter.
Saria stared at the top, wide-eyed. She didn't even notice Vash, who was right beside her, his jaw hanging to the ground and his eyes as big as dinner plates.
Saria's cheek twitched. She clenched her gun, and growled, the growl so deep in her throat it sounded almost inhuman. Her side was bleeding slowly, as were several scrapes on her back. "They are SO going to die."
She stood up abruptly, not even caring that she was currently topless.
"YOU FREAKING BASTARDS! YOUR GONNA PAY FOR THAT!" She leveled her gun and fired rapidly, shooting guns out of every hand. She stepped out from around the counter, aura crackling and eyes full of hate.
"YOUR ALL GONNNAA DIE IF YOU DON'T GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! NOBODY, AND I MEAN NOBODY MESSES WITH ME AND LIVES!"
The men stared. She quickly aimed and fired again, knocking the cigarette out of one man's mouth.
"NEXT TIME IT'S YOUR HEAD!"
Some of them reached for their fallen guns. Fired at the chandelier, causing it to fall on the men. The girl on the counter screamed as the chandelier crashed on top of the men. The men who escaped being trapped by the chandelier ran out of the door screaming.
Saria calmed down, and stomped back behind the counter to retrieve her fallen bikini top, and froze. Vash was staring at her, or more specifically, her chest. Her face turned red as she started to cover her chest, but paused.
"Oh wait, I forgot. You're really gay. Nevermind, then." She stooped to pick up her top, and tied it back on, resolving to sew the cut straps later.
"I'm not gay!"
"Suure you aren't. Now get up, gay boy."
**************** A few minutes later.. ****************
"Huh, not bad. $$3000 dollars isn't to shabby, eh gay boy?" Saria looked up at Vash. She had taken a moment to change into her black silk top, but hadn't changed out of her shorts.
"I'm not gay!"
"Yeah, suuurrre you aren't, dork. I believe you."
"I'm not!"
"Yeah right, gay boy."
"I'll prove it!"
"How the hell are you go-"
Saria was silenced as Vash grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her still, and kissed her.
On the lips.
***********************
That was fun! ::giggles madly:: Saria didn't react as much as you thought she would, did she? Ohh, I love me. What will happen in the next chapter? Oh, the suspense! BTW, I don't own RK, just so you know. And thankies to all that have reviewed so far! ::does a happy bandit dance::
I suppose I could give you a preview of what happens in the next chapter..
Saria gets shot Pirotess becomes the 'Flesh-Eating Attack Ferret From Hell' Vash learns a secret about Saria I hope you all enjoyed the story so far! Please R&R!
************************ The $$60,000,000,000 Rose ************************ Chapter 4: Gun Trouble and Flying Bullets
"WHADDA YA MEAN, ONLY ONE FREAKING ROOM?!?" Saria yelled at the terrified man behind the hotel check-in counter, her amber-flecked dark emerald green eyes glinting dangerously. Earlier, Vash had said he had wanted to find some man named Frank, so Saria had offered to check them both into the hotel. However, she had discovered there was only one room left in the entire hotel that wasn't occupied. The thought of having to share a one-bed hotel room with Vash didn't sit too well with her.
"I-I-I'm sorry M-m-miss! We're c-completely booked! I can o-offer the l- last room for only $$78 if you wish." Saria glared at the man darkly for a moment, before nodding her head stiffly. "Fine." She forked over the money. "But if you hear some one being thrown out the window or something, don't worry about."
Grabbing the room keys from the trembling man, she stomped up the stairs towards the room, her rucksack and Vash's bag firmly in her grasp. She reached the room, opened the door, and threw Vash's bag against the wall, putting her own bag on the nearby bed. Piro poked her head out, squeaking.
Saria gently lifted her beloved ferret out, placing her on her shoulder. Pirotess squeaked softly, licking Saria's ear. Saria smiled as she walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall left to the window.
Saria was wearing her black silk top, and gray cargo pants. Her nearly floor length reddish-blond hair was now in a ponytail, tied with her black ribbon.
"Piro?" Pirotess squeaked at Saria. "Could you stay in one of my pant pockets and sleep? I'm going to go find Vash." Pirotess hissed and crawled down to the floor, ran to the bed, crawled up and lay down on the pillow.
"Guess that's a no.Well, see ya later Piro!" Saria walked out of the room, grabbing the remaining money that Vash had given her for the hotel fee.
***** A few minutes later. *****
Saria was turning a corner, grumbling under her breath about how certain green-eyed blonds deserve to burn in hell for all eternity, when she heard a loud commotion, and a familiar voice yelling for help.
Running towards the large crowd that had congregated around Vash, she nearly face-vaulted. A drunken guy had Vash down on the ground, and had just kissed him! A huge sweat drop appeared on the back of her head. Just then, Vash spotted her.
"SARRIAAAAA HELLP MEEEEEEEE!!!!" Instead of going to help him, Saria batted her eyelashes, put her hand next to her face and waved her fingers at him like a little girl.
"Oh no, no no no. I would never interrupt true love! I never knew you were gay, Vash! You look sooo happy! Guess I don't need to worry about the fact we have to share a single-bed hotel room tonight!" She called out the last part girlishly.
She blew a kiss to him, and walked towards a nearby clothing and fabric store, waving back at him. She heard his yells as she walked into the dimly lighted store. The kind-faced woman at the counter smiled at her warmly.
"Something I can help you with, dear?"
Saria smiled back. "Could I buy a large men's shirt and a large red bandana? And some underclothes, too, please." The woman went into a back room, and a few moments later, came back with the requested items.
"Anything else, my dear?" Saria was about to shake her head, but stopped. "Uh, a needle, a spool of thread-any color-, and.oh! I know! Pink ribbon!" The woman got the items, and rung it up. "That will be $$13, please." Saria slapped the money on the counter, and the woman put it all in a paper bag, and handed it to Saria.
Humming to herself, Saria proceeded to go to various shops and in turn purchased: a tin of dry crackers, a canteen, dried fruit for Pirotess, a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste, a brush, a rucksack that was bigger than the one she had, two pairs of small silver hoop earrings, a pen and notebook, a simple black choker, two small blankets, a pair of new boots, and finally, the most expensive item: A gun and bullets, complete with a thigh holster.
The gun was silver, and elegant looking, the barrel a little thin. It had a design engraved on it: a rose vine trailing around the barrel. Saria had no earthly idea what the gun type was called, but it was the design that had caught her eye. She was a pretty good shot back home, thanks to her sister.
She headed back to the hotel, as the sky darkened. It was completely dark except for the stars and moons when she got there. Before she had the chance to walk in the door, she was stopped by a male voice.
"There you are..Saria..found you.." She turned around, her purchases in her arms. There was Vash with some weird headband, and the man who had kissed him earlier. "What do you want now, moron?"
"Hey brotha.*hic*.Is this the chickie you wuz looking for? Come on, just tell her and lets go drink some more!" The man said.
"Ok..Hey, Saria..I'm staying with my new friend tonight.See ya tomorrow!" That said, Vash and the drunk man wandered off into the night, leaving a confused Saria holding her packages.
**************** In the morning.. ****************
"Mmmm.Here Piro-chan, have some bacon.." Saria said, putting down a small plate with a strip of bacon and a bit of egg for her ferret. Saria took a bite out of her own breakfast of pancakes.
She sighed with satisfaction. She had slept in the shirt she had bought the other day, and had spent part of the evening transferring her things into her new bag. She now wore her bikini top and shorts. However, she also wore her new choker, boots and earrings. Three silver earrings adorned her left ear, and one in her right. Her hair was completely down, almost trailing on the ground.
"Ahh, nothing like a cup of tea in the morning, eh Pirotess?" Saria took a sip from her tea saucer, and then took another bite of pancake.
She had just taken another sip of tea when she heard loud gunfire outside, the sudden loud noise almost making her choke. She practically flew to the window.
"Oh, for the love of-What the hell are those guys thinking? Robbing a bank in broad daylight? Geez." She hurried to the nightstand next to her bed and strapped her gun to her right leg.
"Piro, you stay here. I'll go see what's going on, okay?" Saria hurried out the door, out of the hotel and into the street.
She arrived just in time to hear one of the men robbing the bank speak.
"Behold, the one, the only.VASH THE STAMPEDE!"
Saria nearly face-vaulted. People began murmuring as a man sitting under an umbrella got up. As he gave a short speech about him being Vash the Stampede, Saria noticed a certain blond idiot out of the corner of her eye. Somewhere Vash had found a trashcan, and was wearing the lid like a hat. He walked towards the robbers, but stopped when the fired at his feet, right when he reached their getaway car.
He tapped his boot on the ground, and two blades came out on both sides, connecting at the toe. Vash kicked the closest tire, putting a hole in it. All the air came out.
"Gee, looks like you won't be escaping in that."
Obviously the robbers were outraged.
"How dare you!"
"Do you know who your dealing with? This is the one and only Vash the Stampede!"
Vash looked up from twisting the arm of a robber who had come too close.
"Really? I was under the impression that he was a bit more handsome." The guy whose arm he twisted fainted and fell to the ground.
"Are you implying that I am not Vash the Stampede?!" The man pulled out a huge gun, and fired.
Vash used the trashcan lid to block the bullets, and dove to the side. One of the robbers aimed a gun at Vash.
Saria pulled out her own gun, and walked forward, pressing the gun against the back of the guy's neck.
"Drop it if want to live, buster." The gun fell out of the robber's hand and clattered on the ground. Saria kicked it away and knocked the man out with the butt of her gun.
By now, Vash was standing up again. He stuck his hand in his pocket and made a gun shape.
"Well, lets just see if you're the real Vash the Stampede."
The phony 'Vash' was about to fire when an older lady walked up, a slightly rusty gun in her hands.
"D-don't move! This is a original F-Frank Special! Don't think I'll m-miss just because I'm old!"
"What IS THIS?!?" The phony 'Vash' cried.
Slowly, more people stepped up, guns in hand, until it seemed like the entire town had guns pointed at the robbers. Then, Saria saw the drunk guy that Vash had been with slowly come up and put his finger against the fake Vash's head.
Needless to say, the phony 'Vash' and his cronies ran faster than Saria thought men could actually run.
The onlookers cheered. Vash smiled.
"Wasn't even loaded!" the man said, holding up his finger.
Vash pulled his hand out. "Sure wasn't!" He said, smiling widely.
Saria groaned, putting her gun back in the holster. She turned around and headed back towards the hotel when she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
She looked up to see. "Milly!? Meryl?! What are you two doing here?"
Milly smiled at Saria, taking her hand off her shoulder.
"We're still looking for Vash the Stampede." Meryl replied.
"Wow, Saria. That was really brave of you!" Milly said loudly, a huge smile on her face.
"Thanks. Have any luck finding Vash?"
Meryl opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Vash's voice.
"Saria! There you are! Come on, they're giving us free drinks at the bar to celebrate!" He grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the bar. "Bye! See you later!" Milly called after her.
Pulling her through the shutter like doors, He sat her down on a stool next to the bar, and sat down next to her, as the bartender walked over.
"What would you like?"
Vash smiled gleefully. "I'll have a tall glass of beer, please!"
The bartender looked at her. "And how 'bout, you Miss?"
Saria stared at him blankly. "Excuse me?"
"What would you like? We have beer, whiskey, vodka, or, if you like, I could fix you up with a margarita."
Saria blinked. She was still a minor! Although, she'd always wanted to try.
"Do you have any brandy?"
The bartender nodded, and got their drinks. He set a tall, foaming mug of beer in front of Vash and a cup and dark-colored bottle in front of Saria. The bartender popped the cap of the brandy bottle for her. "Enjoy." He said, before hurrying off to help another customer.
Saria glanced at Vash. He grabbed the mug and took a long swig from it, sighing in satisfaction. Turning back to her own drink, she sighed mentally.
'I think I'm going to hate myself in the morning.'
************* That night. *************
"This should be a good spot to rest for the night." Vash put his traveling bag down, and stretched.
Saria sat down on a rock, and set her own bag down. Pirotess, from her perch on Saria's shoulder, made a soft squeaking noise and licked Saria's ear.
"Alright, I know your hungry, Pirotess. Do you want some fruit, or a cracker?" Piro made a low hiss. Saria nodded.
"Okay! Fruit it is!" Saria took a piece of dried banana and put it on the rock. Pirotess crawled down Saria's shoulder and seized the dried fruit, biting into it. Saria smiled.
"Saria?"
Saria turned to Vash, a small smile still on her face.
"What?"
"Where did you get all that stuff? You know, the GUN, the new bag, the fruit.?"
"You know that money you gave me for the hotel fee?"
"Yeah."
"Weeellll..The hotel room wasn't as expensive as I thought.."
"Wait.hotel ROOM?"
"Yeah, I told you while you were being kissed by.who was it again? Oh yeah, Frank. They only had one room left."
Vash mumbled under his breath about missed opportunities.
"Come again?"
Vash looked at her. She had her gun out. He scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously.
"Ehehehe.Nothing."
"That's what I thought." She put the gun away.
"Now, what was the question?"
"The money."
"Oh yeah! Anyway, the hotel fee wasn't as much as I'd thought, so I kinda used it to go shopping. There's still some left."
"Can I have it back?"
"No."
"What?!?"
"Never, ever trust me with so much money with out specifying that you want the extra back. You'll never see it again."
"B-but that was almost all my money!"
"Toooo baaadd!"
"Man..."
Saria smiled evilly.
"How much is left?"
"Umm.Let me see..oh, about $$150."
"$$150?!"
"Is there an echo out here? Yes, there is $$150 left."
".."
"Look, I'm going to sleep. Bother me in the morning, when I'm in a bitchier mood." She pulled out one of the small blankets and wrapped herself in it, lying down.
'I wish I had been thrown into a different anime, a nice one, like Rurouni Kenshin or something.'
*************** Several days later.. ***************
"Finally! A town!" Saria cheered.
"See, I told you I'd lead us to a town!" Vash probably would've said something else, but the loud sound of gunfire interrupted them. Piro mad a loud hissing noise from inside Saria's rucksack as both Saria and Vash ran to see what was going on.
Several people were standing outside a saloon, looking frustrated about something.
'Wait.isn't this the episode where Vash gets kicked in face because he looked up some girl's dress? Yeah.now I remember! The girl is some old guys daughter.an old outlaw who killed a lot of people.by the name of 'Grim Reaper' Bostalk. ' Saria's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Vash walking towards the saloon. No, it wasn't walking; it was dancing.
The men standing in front of the bar yelled at him to stop, but he continued dancing oddly and went into the bar. She wearily walked over, her rucksack over one shoulder and her right hand on the gun strapped to her thigh.
"I'm gonna kill that moron with a piece of string!"
One of the men standing in front of the saloon turned to her. He had a shiny sheriff's badge.
"You know that moronic buffoon?"
"Well, I wouldn't call him a moronic buffoon, per say. More like a airheaded, stupid, green-eyed, perverted yellow-haired little bastard with no shred of decent table manners. But yes, I know him. Unfortunately."
"Say, are you any good with that?"
"Say what?"
The sheriff pointed to her gun.
"Are you a good shot?"
"Yeah, I am. Just because I'm a woman don't think I don't know how to shoot a freaking gun, buster."
"Good. Could I ask y-"
"What's happened?" A deep male voice interrupted the sheriff.
"Not to worry, Mr. Bostalk. I've got it covered. Your Stephanie will be safe soon, I promise."
"And how exactly are you going to get my little girl to safety, sheriff?"
"I've got an gunman on the case. Or should I say, gunwoman."
Saria started. "I never said I'd help, but fine."
"Are you going to save my little girl? Thank you! Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah.Watch this bag for me will you? I'd rather not have to cart this thing around while I'm playing 'hero'. And I better get paid good for this." Saria handed her rucksack over to the sheriff.
"And treat that bag like it's made of glass, or I'll shoot you."
Saria pulled out her gun, checked to make sure it was loaded, and headed towards the bar, fully loaded gun in hand. She paused at the door and took a deep breath. 'Maybe now my ice hockey skills will come in handy.' She tackled the door, causing it to fly off it's hinges. It smashed onto the ground.
"Hello, boys." She said icily, cocking her gun, slowly pointing it around the room. It was full of men with guns. A beautiful young girl was sitting on the bar counter, tied up. Vash was nowhere in sight. Saria took aim and fired, knocking the gun out of one man's hands.
She fired again, and again, knocking guns out of people's hands. The men then seemed to gather their wits, and opened fire on her.
She ran across the room, bullets whizzing by. She felt some graze her back. She dove behind the bar counter, right as her bikini top fell to the ground, the straps that held it on cut by bullets.
Unfortunately, it fell off right in front of Vash, who was tied up, and sitting behind the counter.
Saria stared at the top, wide-eyed. She didn't even notice Vash, who was right beside her, his jaw hanging to the ground and his eyes as big as dinner plates.
Saria's cheek twitched. She clenched her gun, and growled, the growl so deep in her throat it sounded almost inhuman. Her side was bleeding slowly, as were several scrapes on her back. "They are SO going to die."
She stood up abruptly, not even caring that she was currently topless.
"YOU FREAKING BASTARDS! YOUR GONNA PAY FOR THAT!" She leveled her gun and fired rapidly, shooting guns out of every hand. She stepped out from around the counter, aura crackling and eyes full of hate.
"YOUR ALL GONNNAA DIE IF YOU DON'T GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! NOBODY, AND I MEAN NOBODY MESSES WITH ME AND LIVES!"
The men stared. She quickly aimed and fired again, knocking the cigarette out of one man's mouth.
"NEXT TIME IT'S YOUR HEAD!"
Some of them reached for their fallen guns. Fired at the chandelier, causing it to fall on the men. The girl on the counter screamed as the chandelier crashed on top of the men. The men who escaped being trapped by the chandelier ran out of the door screaming.
Saria calmed down, and stomped back behind the counter to retrieve her fallen bikini top, and froze. Vash was staring at her, or more specifically, her chest. Her face turned red as she started to cover her chest, but paused.
"Oh wait, I forgot. You're really gay. Nevermind, then." She stooped to pick up her top, and tied it back on, resolving to sew the cut straps later.
"I'm not gay!"
"Suure you aren't. Now get up, gay boy."
**************** A few minutes later.. ****************
"Huh, not bad. $$3000 dollars isn't to shabby, eh gay boy?" Saria looked up at Vash. She had taken a moment to change into her black silk top, but hadn't changed out of her shorts.
"I'm not gay!"
"Yeah, suuurrre you aren't, dork. I believe you."
"I'm not!"
"Yeah right, gay boy."
"I'll prove it!"
"How the hell are you go-"
Saria was silenced as Vash grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her still, and kissed her.
On the lips.
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That was fun! ::giggles madly:: Saria didn't react as much as you thought she would, did she? Ohh, I love me. What will happen in the next chapter? Oh, the suspense! BTW, I don't own RK, just so you know. And thankies to all that have reviewed so far! ::does a happy bandit dance::
I suppose I could give you a preview of what happens in the next chapter..
Saria gets shot Pirotess becomes the 'Flesh-Eating Attack Ferret From Hell' Vash learns a secret about Saria I hope you all enjoyed the story so far! Please R&R!