Well, I decided to use some of the suggestions I received in some reviews. Thank you so much for them, by the way!
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Eric Arrives Chapter 2
Heather woke up to a certain outlaw's glazed aqua eyes staring at her intently. "Um... Vash? I have a personal bubble, you know."
"Sorry, darling," he replied.
Heather's eye twitched. 'Darling? Did he just call me... Darling?!' "I would prefer to be called Heather, Vash."
"Oh, sorry, d- Heather. I made you breakfas-"Rachel screamed.
Heather pushed Vash away from her so she could save her best friend from whatever was scaring her. She stopped suddenly. "Wolfwood?! Oh, my..."
Rachel had woken up to Wolfwood's slate gray eyes staring into her own red ones. "Heather? Is this that Wolfwood guy? I thought he was dead."
"You thought right, Rachel. Maybe us arriving has something to do with him arriving," Heather replied.
"But, Hearther (not a typo!), he was dead! We are alive. No offence Wolf –what was your name again?- dude, but when you're dead, you're dead. What happened?" Rachel asked anyone who could answer. No one did. "Ok... I guess we'll just have to accept-"
"Bokushi-san!" It was Millie. She ran up to Wolfwood and jumped on him causing the poor man to tumble on top of the poor Rachel, which caused her eyes to glow and kick the shit out of Wolfwood's ass.
"That's what you get!" she screamed, her eyes still very red. It took a couple seconds for the glow in her eyes to sink to a dull sparkle. "I'm good! I'm good!"
"I missed you, too, Millie," was all Wolfwood could say.
"I'm uh... going to check on Knives," Vash said trying to get away from the confusion.
"He's fine, Vash," Meryl appeared bringing down bloody bandages. "I just washed and redressed his wounds."
"Thanks, Meryl," said Vash, surprised that Meryl would do something like that without even being asked to.
"Let's go shopping!" declared Heather jumping up and down giving Vash a full view of her underwear. His eyes were bugging out of their sockets. Rachel pointed this out and Heather hit him in the head.
"Why do you want to go shopping?" Millie asked, oblivious to the lump in Vash's head and why that happened.
Heather pointed to her skirt and then to Vash and said, "I'd think it would be pretty self-explanatory."
"Oh."
"So let's go!" Heather glared into the eyes of all the innocent eyes thinking, 'Who's the first to dare to say no?'
"I think we should go shopping before she kills the first to say no," said Rachel reading Heather's mind. It only took Heather's eyes to turn a deep red before any of them agreed.
"Thanks you guys!" Heather said, her smile returning looking as innocent as a kitten... a very dangerous kitten...
The group walked outside into the sun filled desert. "Who's going to watch Knives?" Vash asked.
"I will," Millie volunteered.
"So will I," said Wolfwood, not wanting to leave Millie alone with a lunatic, unconscious or not.
"Thank you, guys," said Vash, jumping to hug Wolfwood but stopping at the look in his eyes. "Don't kill me!" screamed Vash like a little girl running to town.
Everyone followed him to the closest clothing store laughing all the way there. "Boswell is the best clothing store there is," said Meryl.
"They even have a bakery in here!" said Vash skipping to the doughnut section.
Meryl gave Rachel and Heather a tour of the huge store. "This is the karaoke bar. These are the children's clothes." Rachel had to drag Heather from the little girl's section. ("Oh this would look so cute on Hannah!) Meryl led them to the junior girl's area. "This must be your size, Rachel. The women's section is over there, Heather."
Heather stuck her tongue out at Rachel. "I get to shop in the women's section!" she said in a sing song voice. "Thank you for all of you help, Meryl. I have a secret to tell you. Come here." Meryl leaned towards Heather. "Vash has a crush on you. Don't tell him I told you that."
Meryl beamed at her. "Did you need some money?" she asked helpfully.
"Yes, thank you again, Meryl." Heather smiled sweetly. 'I'm good,' she thought to herself happily. She scampered to the lingerie and found a blonde kid goggling at the bras. He was tall for his age with green eyes and flattened down blonde hair. Heather gasped at the shirt he was wearing. The back of his shirt had a number and it said, 'Bonds?' "Eric?!"
The boy turned around and smiled at the woman behind him. "Well hello there, babe." He kneeled down on the ground and grabbed her hand. "Will you give me the pleasure of being my wife?"
"Nice proposal, Eric but do you even know my name?" Heather asked.
"No but you know mine and that's all I need. So what do you say?" he asked.
"I say, Hi Eric. This is Heather!" He jumped up from the ground.
"Heather? As in Heather Edmiston? You... you're... HOT!" Heather quickly sprinted to the junior's area and ran into Rachel.
"It's Eric! He's here! He thinks I'm... ugh... hot!"
"We both knew they were all going to appear. It's only natural for Eric to think you're hot. He thinks any 24 looking girl in a miniskirt is hot, Heather."
"Hi, Rachel." It was Eric. He licked his lips. "You're not looking so bad yourself."
"Give me a break, Eric. Have you seen anyone else that we know?" Rachel asked.
"No. Why is Heather blonde? Why do you have black hair? WHY ARE YOUR EYES RED? Heather's eyes are greenish. What's happening?" Eric looked at both of them confused.
"They're aqua Eric! Not green!" said Heather.
"We think something might've happened on the way here," said Rachel.
"Where is here exactly?" asked Eric.
"On Gunsmoke. You know. The planet Vash lives on. We sort of fell onto him... so to speak." Heather blushed.
Rachel smiled. "For lack of better term..." The girls started cracking up.
"Call 1-800-Lundberg for questions, comments, and concerns for lack of better term if you so wish."
Rachel and Heather stopped laughing and turned around.
Who could it be? Eric... snort... staring at the bras... giggles...goes into hysterics... ROTFLMAO!!!!! Make my day and review! Please!!!!!!!! Hands out Trigun DVDs to the reviewers and smiles. ALL THE EPISODES TO ANYONE WHO REVIEWS!!!