Yello peeps! Thank you much for sending reviews, you know I always love to get them. And plus it makes me type faster anyway. –sheepish grin- But I really apologize about the last chapter, I did it too fast and it turned out to be really bad and sloppy. And this one has taken me a long time because of school. But anyway let's get to it!

Me? Own Trigun? Naw.

I don't own Tylenol either.

Chapter Four-The Deal (part one)

Leaning back in my chair, I watched the sleeping girl on her bed. She seemed a lot less bitchy when she was unconscious. Which gave me time to sit back, relax, rest my vocal chords, and think of a plan. I had gotten myself into some pretty deep crap, and I don't know how or what I was going to do to get myself out of it. My plan earlier had failed miserably, when I figured she didn't know who I was before, and all the stuff I did was in vain. And plus the rant I threw gave me a serious headache. And I used all the Tylenol on that girl who smashed her head on the counter.

But if she were to wake up, she would be too tired to yell, fight, or do anything for that matter.

So I took the chance to look around the house.

And to put it bluntly, it was a complete disaster.

Unfinished rooms, flour everywhere, clothes and aprons tossed in the most obscure places, and baking appliances in the middle of the hall. ' Wow,' I thought. ' This place could use a maid. Or two.' My mind instantly flashed to a girl in a maid's uniform, but I shook my head out of it. " Stop goofing off, Vash" I told myself. 'You need to get acquainted with the house, I have a feeling your going to stay longer than just a few days.'

Stepping over some pans, I made my way down the steps to take another look at the bakery downstairs. It was a fairly large kitchen, with ten ovens placed along the walls and a big countertop in the middle with a sink in the corner. And evidence of our little fiasco were still there. Blood on the floor and on the counter, chairs tipped over, a dent in the floor, and empty donut trays everywhere. I stared at the mess then smiled sheepishly.

"Might as well clean it up." I said with a sigh. I grabbed a rag off the sink and stared at the blood mess. " Ew..." I said to myself squeamishly. I took a big breath and closed my eyes. " It's not blood, it's chocolate, lots and lots of melted chocolate…" I leaned down and whipped off some blood from the floor. " Eh…" feeling lightheaded, I hurried myself and managed to clean up all the blood splatters on the floor and on the counter. 'Whew…finally done.' I thought, holding out the bloody rag as faraway from my face as possible. 'But what about this?'

As I searched the kitchen for a trash bin, something in the back of my mind was telling me I was in trouble, but I shook it off. Little did I know, what a bad mistake it was.

I heard the door to the bakery open, and someone walk into the shop.

" Hello! Hello! Roni!" The woman who walked in couldn't see me, since the kitchen was a separate room from the counter and register. But I panicked anyway.

'Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!' I screamed in my head as I franticly looked for a place to hide. And still not knowing what to do with the bloody cloth, I stuffed it in my pocket.

It seemed like the woman in the other room had walked up to the register, but not seeing anyone there, she was starting to make her way toward the kitchen.

" Roni! I have a big order today! Twenty loaves of bread! I'm having a party!"

' Arrrg!' I thought frustrated as I looked around the kitchen, my eyes darted to a small pantry, about four feet by three feet in the corner. ' How am I gonna fit in there!' I thought as I started to pull my hair out from stress. The woman's footsteps were coming closer, so I had no other choice. 'Gotta fit in!' I sprinted to the other side of the kitchen and stuffed myself in the pantry, but being the tall guy I was, I had to bend into a C shape with my back on the floor and my legs in my face.

" Roni?" Just in time, I was able to close the door as the woman walked in. I could hear Her footsteps walk around the kitchen as she searched for that girl earlier.

' Please, just please don't go upstairs.' I silently prayed as the woman continued to walk around.

" Hmm, guess she's still at school." The woman said to herself and started to walk out.

' Whew..' I sighed with relief. 'that was a clo-' in the middle of my thought process, I felt something wet drop down on my face. ' What the hell is this-'

Oh crap, the bloody rag…

I held my breath and waited for the woman to leave. I started to

" GAAH! GET IT OFF!" I threw the rag off my face and ran around the kitchen rubbing my face! " GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!" I ran over to the sink and grabbed the sponge and began scrubbing my face under the water. " GET..IT..OFF!" I began to scrub my face so hard, I felt like my skin was going to come off.

" What the hell are you doing?" I looked up with my red face to see that ' my bitchy little friend' was awake.

" Oh…your awake." Was all I could get out. She stared at me in disbelief and walked over toward the sink and let out a long sigh.

" WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY 'OH YOUR AWAKE! YOU PROBABLY WOKE UP THE WHOLE FRIGGIN NEIGHBOERHOOD!" She yelled. I rubbed my aching red face and sighed.

My life is too complicated.

ARG it's to short! Ah! I'm going to have to hit myself. But anyway, hope you liked this short chapter… I rewrote it like seven times... don't flame me please! Hope that part two is longer. But at least I got it done…

See ya next time!

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