Well, here's chappy 3 at long last!!!!! N, I very sorry if u guys don't understand this story… It's sorta hard 2 get… But, I'm open 2 suggestions! If any of u have any thoughts, at all, please let me know!!!!! N, I hope this chappy is a lill' better then the last 1… I'M DO'N THE BEST I CAN HERE, DAMIET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TT Oh, n I guess I lied be4…. O.o Ok…….. I guess I've got no choice but 2 put Rem in here…. But, I'm not happy! Ha ha ha… Just kidden! Hope u'll like! RR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meanings…

'This…' means thinking.

"This…" means talking out loud.

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Ct. #3

5 days later…

We find Vash sitting out on the front porch staring into the mid-day sun.

He yawned, and rubbed his tired eyes. He hadn't gotten much sleep, again last night. Ever since the 'train accident' Vash had been on edge. He was very jumpy and nerves during the days. And at night he would have horrible nightmares. His friends were very concerned. They didn't know what to do with him!

Every night he woke up yelling, "NO! NO! STOP! THE PAIN! ALL THAT PAIN!!!"

Nobody knew what he meant. All they could do was try to calm him down as best they could. It had been this way, for almost a week, now…

Vash sighed. 'Why do I keep having these dreams?' he wondered, bringing up a hand to rub his temple.

"Hey, Spiky." someone called from behind him.

Vash didn't need to look, he already knew who it was.

"Hey, Wolfwood…" he spoke, putting down his hand.

Wolfwood didn't reply, as he fished around in this pockets for a cigarette, after leaning his beloved cross-punisher next to the wooden grad rail.

"What's you think'n about?"

"Nothing!" Vash replied, turning towards him with one of his famous smile.

The priest could tell he was lying.

Finally finding a cigarette and putting it to his mouth, he walked over and sat down next to Vash, on the porch steps.

"Come on…" he cooed.

"I know your lying."

"Well…" Vash started, looking down. "It's about those dreams…" he whispered.

"Go on…"

"I… keep having this feeling that someone might be in trouble…"

"What do you mean?" Wolfwood asked, looking up at him.

Vash sighed. "It's like all these bad things are happening to someone else. I see all these memories of the past… Gruesome, terrible memories of death, pain, and suffering, and I can't help but feel… like I've failed someone…"

There was a long pause, than Wolfwood finally spoke.

"Is there anything we can do?"

"I don't know…" Vash replied, staring down at his hands.

"I don't know if I can save her…"

"Her?"

Bang! Bang! Crash!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gunshots and screams.

"What was that?!!" Vash cried, jumping to his feet.

"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good!" Wolfwood replied, picking up the huge cross at his side.

"Mr. Vash, Mr. Priest! Hurry! Come help! There's been a shooting in town!" Millie cried, running into the priest's arms, successfully knocking his weapon back to the ground.

"Calm down, Millie, just calm down. Now, just tell us what happened." the surprised Wolfwood said calmly, stroking the poor girl's hair.

"W-Well… Me and M-Meryl were in town checking in with the insurance agency…

W-Where there was a scream! Then some-someone fired a gun, we ran out to see what-what was happening, and then-then…" she was crying to hard to go on.

"Look! It's ok Millie. Just tell us where Meryl is." Vash said, placing his hand on her back.

Sniff! Sniff! "They-They took her!" she cried, barring her face even further into Wolfwood's night blue jacket.

"WHAT?!?!?!" Vash yelled.

"QUICK! MILLIE, WHERE DID THEY GO?!!" he cried, looking straight into the eyes of the hysteric, young women.

"I-I don't know!!!!!!" she cried even harder this time. Her tears turning into chocked sobs, as she managed to say…"I-I didn't see them. All I could look at was that poor girl laying in the street… T-Then there was a gunshot and smoke! THEN MERYL WAS GONE!!!"

Millie began to cry again, uncontrollably, while Wolfwood hugged her tight.

"Shh… Shh… There, there… It's ok, there Millie. We'll get Maryl back, don't worry."

"Vash…" Wolfwood started, but needn't say anymore, for the young blond had already started his way into the town.

Wolfwood, still holding Millie close, made his way into the hotel and up to their room.

"Now Millie." he said, sitting her down on the bed. "I want you to stay here till I get back, ok?"

"But Mr. Priest, what if you…"

"Uh uh… Now I want you to stay here and out of harms way!" an, with that said, he turned and left the room before Millie could get another word of protest.

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A couple minutes later, in town, a large group of people had gathered around. Not sure of what was going on, but curious all the same. Vash and Wolfwood had reached the scene. They stood out in front of the insurance agency that Millie and Maryl both worked at.

"So?" Wolfwood asked, scanning over the blood soaked sand and broken glass. "Where do we begin?"

"Right over there." Vash answered, pointing toward the hospital-wing.

"The hospital? What for?" Wolfwood asked, as they both started walking in that direction.

"Well… Millie said that there was a girl that got caught up in the crossfire. Maybe she saw something." he answered.

"Oh! I see, gonna try to get an eyewitness! Wow, Vash! Ur really on the ball today!" Wolfwood smirked, sarcastically.

"Shut it!" Vash whispered, stepping in through the swinging glass doors, and waking up to a rather skinny looking women sitting behind the desk.

"Excuse me, mama?"

She looked up and gave a polite little smile. "May I help you, sir?"

"Umm… Yes! There was a shooting earlier today and…"

She cut him off, "Are you related to the patient, sir?"

"Well… no, but"

"I'm sorry sir, but only family members are allowed access. Now if you'll excuse me…" She replied, and looked back down at the computer screen on the desk.

Vash walked back over to where Wolfwood was waiting by the door.

"So…." he asked, eyeing the young gunmen suspiciously .

"They wouldn't let me in." he confessed, slumping down into a chair in defeat.

"Let me handle this." Wolfwood said, throwing his cigarette bud on the ground and stepping on it.

Wolfwood walked up to the counter and whispered something in the young ladies ear. The nurse blushed and slapped him across the face playfully, then told him to follower her.

Vash was amazed.

"What'd you say to her?" he asked, as he followed them down the hall.

"I'll tell you where your older." he whispered, smiling, as they stopped in front of a white, oak door, with the numbers 042 in big, black script.

"And here you are, sir." the nurse said, blushing again, before walking off down a different hallway to someplace unknown.

"Well, lets go meet her." Wolfwood said, pushing open the big door. Inside, the room was poorly lighted. There lay only one chair, a small wooden table, (that looked to be hand made), a window on the far wall, (next to the chair), and a bed with which lay the sleeping girl.

"Umm… Hello?" Vash asked, stepping up to the side off the bed. The girl stirred, but didn't wake. Wolfwood sat down in the chair.

"Well, looks like we may be here awhile." he said, lighting up yet, another one of his death stick.

Vash looked back at the girl. She was young, probably around her late teens with thick sun-golden hair, cut short in the back and long in the front. AN: (Think AFI)

She was very skinny and pale too, and looked as if she hadn't seen the light of day in mouths!

'That's odd.' Vash thought. 'Wait a minute! What is that?!'

Upon closer inspection, Vash noticed that she was also covered in scars, both new and old. There were so many of them, from what little could be seen through the bandages covering her fair skin.

'My God… What happened to you?' he thought, sitting down next to her on the lumpy, old bed. He put a hand up to touch her face.

'So smooth.' he thought, trailing his ring finger down to her neck, where he brushed against something warm and sticky.

Vash pulled his hand back up to examine the velvet-red, liquid substance trailing down his fingertips.

"She's bleeding." he stated, gazing back down at her.

Wolfwood looked up.

Vash stood up and walked around the bed, to get a better look. What he found when he peeled back the bandages from her neck, shocked him to his very core.

Wolfwood, who noticed this, stood up and walked over to his friend.

"What is it, Vash?" he asked, peering over his shoulder.

"It's…… It's……"

- - - Flashback - - -

140 years ago……

"Vash! Vash, where are you?!" A certain black haired beauty, laughed as she ran down the corridors.

"Ha! Ha! She'll never find me here!" an eight year-old Vash laughed, as he ducked behind one of the many life pods in the ship.

"Oh… Vash! Come out, come out where ever you are!" Rem's sweet, sing-song voice rang through out the halls.

Vash stood up to peak around the life pod he was standing next to, before his eyes caught glimpse of the morbid sight that lay within.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Vash screamed, falling back on his knees.

"WHAT IS IT?!!" Rem cried, running to where Vash fell, from around a corner.

"It's…… It's……" Vash cried, huddling himself up within Rem's arms.

Rem looked to where Vash had fallen and saw the cold, dark, life pod.

She looked back to Vash, who was now huddled up in a small ball hugging her tightly, and said, "Vash. Vash, it's ok. She wouldn't hurt you."

Vash looked up, with tears in his sea-green eyes. "She?" he asked.

Rem smiled, "Yes, she. You see Vash, that's a real person in there."

"A person? What's she doing in there?"

"She's sleeping." Rem answered, helping him up.

"Sleeping? Why is she asleep?" Vash asked, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Because, she the key…"

"What?" Vash asked, the confusion evident in his curious, young face.

Rem just laughed. "Come on." she said, "I'll make you some milk and cookies."

"YAAAAA!!!!!! COOKIES!!!!!!" Vash yelled in delight, racing off down the hall, Rem following close behind.

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"It's…. her…."

"Who?" Wolfwood asked, getting a little annoyed at his friend's constant bluntness.

"The key…" Vash answered, knowingly.

"What?! What are you talk'n bout, man?!!"

"Look…" was his only reply. Wolfwood looked to where his friend pointed, and gasped. For there scribed in her neck was the word Kyuusho…

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HOLY CRAP, THAT TOOK A LOONNNGGGG TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But, I'm glad I finished it! So, do u like it? Don't u like? Let me know in a review, ok? Oh, n I'd like 2 say sorry 4 all the chappiys… Some of 'em r longer, n some shorter…. So I very, very sorries…… But, I just calls 'em like I sees 'em! So till next time this is Cookiesama and good night!

PS. I would also like 2 say a lill' thankies 2 my gut friend Arishy Maxwell!!!

(I know I batuched on the name, so please 4give me, my extreme dumness…)

But THANKIES ALL THE SAME!!!!!!!