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Chapter Seven - Gift
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Chapter Eight: Gift
Wolfwood glanced around the room, checking that they had absolutely everything. He had mentioned to Vash yesterday that he’d like to visit Mei City. He didn’t give a reason and, although the gunman had looked at him slightly strangely, he had agreed and the next morning they were packed and ready to go. Well he was anyway…
He watched the gunman, red-faced and puffing, as he struggled on the bed, trying, like some overenthusiastic squirrel that had too many nuts, to stuff the last of his things into his bag.
Wolfwood shook his head and put back the cigarette he was about to light with a disappointed huff.
“Why did you buy so much stuff, Vash?” He asked, leaning the Cross Punisher against the wall and going to help him.
“It looked nice and I wanted it…” Was the answer he got. The priest rolled his eyes and surveyed some of the things sitting in the top of the bag. He closed his eyes, praying for tolerance, and shook his head before selecting something at random.
“Do you really need this?” He asked, holding it up and giving Vash a look.
The Stampede snatched it out of his hand, cradling it against his chest like Wolfwood would break it out of sheer spite.
“Yes…yes I do…!”
“Do you even know what it does?”
Vash held the item up and pursed his lips thoughtfully, turning it this way and that. It was a wooden bird on some kind of hinge. It had a hat on its head.
Wolfwood blinked slowly.
A bird.
With a hat.
‘Where does he pick up this crap?!’ The priest slapped a hand over his face and shook his head with disbelief.
“Yes, I know what it does! Well…kinda…the man had it drinking out of a glass of beer….I thought it was funny…” The Stampede sounded defensive and Wolfwood sighed.
“Fine…keep the…the…alcoholic poultry. What about this…?” He asked, grabbing something else that appeared of dubious practical use, which Vash also snatched off him.
“Yes, I need that!”
“And this?”
Another snatch.
“Yes…yes I do!”
About half an hour later, the bed was heaped with Vash’s purchases, having been sifted through and divided into two piles by Wolfwood. One, Vash REALLY needed…the other…well…not so much. He still ‘needed’ them apparently…but his voice just didn’t hit the quite same pitch when he stated it, so the priest figured he didn’t need them quite as much.
Vash started to pack again and Wolfwood turned at a knock on the door. Milly stuck her head in and waved cheerfully, her smile blindingly bright as was the pitch of her voice. How the girls had gotten wind that they were leaving that morning, Wolfwood had no idea. But there they were, packed and ready to go at the right hour. It actually scared the priest slightly, but Vash had shrugged and said they’d always just known.
“Are you two ready yet?” She gushed, arm still waving enthusiastically.
“They had better be!” He heard Meryl huff out in the hallway. Wolfwood could see the crossed arms and the twitchy frown in his head. He cracked a smile.
“Yes…we’re just coming now…” He turned back to Vash who had finally gotten his bag closed. Wolfwood surveyed the room again, doing one last check.
“What about that?” He pointed at a small wrapped package sitting next to Vash’s, still bulging, bag. The Stampede ‘eep-ed’ and grabbed it, attempting to hide it behind his back, looking at the priest innocently. Wolfwood just stared at him blankly before shrugging and turning towards the door. He heard a brief rustle as Vash pocketed the package and picked up his bag, stepping in line behind him. Wolfwood hoisted his cross onto his shoulder and they both headed downstairs.
/////
The suns were blisteringly hot. Wolfwood could feel the heat of the sand through his shoes, making him want to walk faster and hop from one foot to the other at the same time, making for an interesting sight.
They had stopped earlier in the day for lunch and Wolfwood had actually fried an egg from their supplies on his un-wrapped cross. This had amused Vash for far longer than it should have till the priest came over and Vash, feeling his source of food and amusement was being threatened, stuffed the egg in his mouth, still hot from the metal. What followed had entertained them all till they realized that the water Vash was gulping down was all they had till the next town.
Fortunately Wolfwood had brought extra, stashed in the compartment of the cross. But that hadn’t stopped Meyrl’s impromptu lecture on good eating habits and correct rationing of water supplies. Wolfwood rolled his eyes, an irritated frown on his face.
Meryl…
Why on earth had she insisted they travel by foot? But then again, Mei was only half a days walk from where they had been. And it seemed frivolous to waste money on a bus when they could walk. In Meryl’s opinion anyway.
‘It’s not like it’s her money we’d be spending…’ Wolfwood groused to himself, kicking at a small cactus as he sidestepped it. He glanced at Vash, who was smiling at nothing in particular, stomping along happily in the sand.
‘How can he smile in this heat? Especially in that coat! He must be boiling alive!’ Wolfwood himself had taken his jacket off and undone the top buttons of his shirt. He shifted the cross to the other shoulder so he could see Vash better.
“Aren’t you hot, Vash?”
The gunman looked up, still smiling and shrugged. Wolfwood decided that the smile looked unmistakably like Vash knew something he didn’t.
“Why are you smiling?” He asked warily.
Vash’s eyes darted towards the girls chatting away in front of them, hand disappearing into his coat. He came back with the wrapped package, considering it for a moment and turning it in his hand before passing it to Wolfwood without a word. The priest paused, glancing at the girls and setting the Cross Punisher in the sand, and gave Vash a look.
“What’s this?”
“I was going to wait…but…uh…I got you something. That is…um I got it for you…my boyfriend…” He half whispered, face flushing at the words, gaze darting to the side, unable to look Wolfwood in the eye.
“I’m your...boyfriend?” Wolfwood’s eyebrows twitched upwards and he was unable to stop the smile that rose on his face. Vash’s blush deepened till his face looked like it was on fire and he made huffy noises and gestures with his hands, still not looking the priest in the eyes.
‘He’s wooing me with gifts! He wants me to be his boyfriend!’ Wolfwood could have rolled over and died from the sheer sweetness of the act. He quickly unwrapped it, revealing a small cross on a necklace. There were little precious stones imbedded in it and a tiny engraving on the back.
Here whenever you need me…V.
Wolfwood bit his lip, a smile spreading across his face while he read it. Vash’s blush deepened even further when he saw the expression on Wolfwood’s face. He turned away but the priest reached out to cup his face before he could. He shot a quick glance at the two girls in front of them, pausing to let them walk a little further ahead.
“Thank you, Vash…I love it…” He murmured, wrapping his arm around the gunman’s neck, the other drifting down his back as he slid their lips together. Vash’s arms wrapped around him tightly and for a second Wolfwood couldn’t have cared less if the girls found out.
‘It would make things much simpler…’ He mused as they slowly broke apart.
Just in time too, because Meryl was beginning to turn around, hand coming up to point and mouth opening to berate in typical Meryl fashion.
“What are you two doing!? You should lag behind like that! What happens if we get separated?! How will we find you then?!”
Vash almost shrugged. It wasn’t his problem that they’d been assigned to him. He just lived his life and they followed him around.
They arrived in Mei City just before dusk, having taken a lot longer than usual. Vash had kept finding excuses to stop. Something about his feet being sore, then he was really thirsty, then he had to go to the bathroom from drinking so much water from the egg incident, then he was hungry cause water by itself couldn’t fill him up…the list went on.
Wolfwood didn’t mind though. He was well aware of why Vash was making all these stops. It was because the girls would go off by themselves to give the gunmen some privacy and Vash would sink to the ground behind a conveniently placed sand dune and drag Wolfwood with him. The priest put a stop to it though, when he began to get covered in sand and Milly kept giving him a funny look.
They checked into the first hotel they came across. Wolfwood smirked while Meryl griped at the attendant about the price of her room, having been informed earlier that she would be paying for herself and Milly, as the gunmen’s funds were getting a bit low.
Not that it was necessarily true…but the priest was sick of forking out for the Insurance girls, well for Meryl anyway. The money could be better spent on Vash and things he wanted.
Wolfwood nodded to himself and trailed the humming gunman up the stairs, pausing when there was a shout from the bottom of them.
“Hey!” Both he and Vash turned, the red-coated gunman in mid-hum. He lifted the side of his glasses with a finger to stare at Meryl quizzically.
“Don’t you two have separate rooms yet?! Surely you have enough money!!” She griped, gesturing at the priest.
She started to become very uncomfortable around the churchman of late. The amount of time he was spending with Vash was surely being a bad influence on the gunman. And he was trouble enough already! She glared at Wolfwood as he shrugged and turned his head to glance up at Vash, rolling his eyes and mimicking her angry face. She couldn’t see his expression but it made Vash laugh and fueled Meryl’s disgruntlement.
“Fine! Whatever! Like I even care!!” She huffed, turning and pulling Milly along the hall to their downstairs rooms.
Wolfwood just chuckled to himself, following Vash, who ran up the stairs and pointed down the hallway.
“It’s this way, Wolfwood!” He gestured excitedly and almost knocked a potted plant from its stand. Wolfwood smiled at him as he thumped joyously down the hall, searching for their room number.
He was glad to see Vash happy, his own problems weighing heavily upon him. They still had two days before he had to meet Legato and in the time he had to figure out how to distance himself from Vash. It wouldn’t help to be talking to the servant and thinking about the Master’s brother through it all.
Wolfwood sighed, raking a hand through his hair. He hadn’t realized he’d stopped at the top of the stairs until Vash popped his head around the corner of the door and gave him a puzzled look.
“Nick?”
Wolfwood started walking again and smiled at him as they met in the doorway. Vash broke out into a grin of massive proportions, almost blinding Wolfwood with its sheer joy.
“We’ve got another bath! Oh, I wanna take a bath!” He prattled with child-like glee, dancing back and forth on his toes, clapping his hands. Wolfwood smiled indulgently and waved him into the room and towards the bathroom, but suddenly changed his mind. Vash yelped when Wolfwood caught the back of his coat and spun him around before planting a quick kiss on his lips. Vash stumbled backwards when Wolfwood let him go, eyes slightly unfocused. Wolfwood smirked and, turning him around, pushed him towards the bathroom again.
Vash looked like he was walking on clouds as he drifted towards the bathroom, gloved fingers touching his lips as they slowly curled upwards.
And Wolfwood smiled again.
*********
Hey! Yay! Aff is back again! I’m not going to aplogise for the delay cause it wasn’t my fault BUT I do have some good news for all the fans of this story! The massive break that aff.net imposed by taking the site down gave me enough time to pretty much finish this story! I’ve only got to write about another 4-5 chapters of about a 30 chapter story! So…YAY! Go Aff.net for giving me a hand! Lmao!
Also i have written an alternate ending for chapter five...the new ending is posted directly at the end under my author comments in chapter five. If you have the time (and i\'m hoping to god you do) please go and read it and compare it to the original...if i get enough feedback that it\'s beter, i\'ll replace it...thanks!
Sorry for the lack of reviewer replies! Ithought that the chapter would be more appreciated than my little babbling responses to epople! But know that i love you all! Very, very much!
Love & Peace
Hella ^ ^X
Chapter Eight: Gift
Wolfwood glanced around the room, checking that they had absolutely everything. He had mentioned to Vash yesterday that he’d like to visit Mei City. He didn’t give a reason and, although the gunman had looked at him slightly strangely, he had agreed and the next morning they were packed and ready to go. Well he was anyway…
He watched the gunman, red-faced and puffing, as he struggled on the bed, trying, like some overenthusiastic squirrel that had too many nuts, to stuff the last of his things into his bag.
Wolfwood shook his head and put back the cigarette he was about to light with a disappointed huff.
“Why did you buy so much stuff, Vash?” He asked, leaning the Cross Punisher against the wall and going to help him.
“It looked nice and I wanted it…” Was the answer he got. The priest rolled his eyes and surveyed some of the things sitting in the top of the bag. He closed his eyes, praying for tolerance, and shook his head before selecting something at random.
“Do you really need this?” He asked, holding it up and giving Vash a look.
The Stampede snatched it out of his hand, cradling it against his chest like Wolfwood would break it out of sheer spite.
“Yes…yes I do…!”
“Do you even know what it does?”
Vash held the item up and pursed his lips thoughtfully, turning it this way and that. It was a wooden bird on some kind of hinge. It had a hat on its head.
Wolfwood blinked slowly.
A bird.
With a hat.
‘Where does he pick up this crap?!’ The priest slapped a hand over his face and shook his head with disbelief.
“Yes, I know what it does! Well…kinda…the man had it drinking out of a glass of beer….I thought it was funny…” The Stampede sounded defensive and Wolfwood sighed.
“Fine…keep the…the…alcoholic poultry. What about this…?” He asked, grabbing something else that appeared of dubious practical use, which Vash also snatched off him.
“Yes, I need that!”
“And this?”
Another snatch.
“Yes…yes I do!”
About half an hour later, the bed was heaped with Vash’s purchases, having been sifted through and divided into two piles by Wolfwood. One, Vash REALLY needed…the other…well…not so much. He still ‘needed’ them apparently…but his voice just didn’t hit the quite same pitch when he stated it, so the priest figured he didn’t need them quite as much.
Vash started to pack again and Wolfwood turned at a knock on the door. Milly stuck her head in and waved cheerfully, her smile blindingly bright as was the pitch of her voice. How the girls had gotten wind that they were leaving that morning, Wolfwood had no idea. But there they were, packed and ready to go at the right hour. It actually scared the priest slightly, but Vash had shrugged and said they’d always just known.
“Are you two ready yet?” She gushed, arm still waving enthusiastically.
“They had better be!” He heard Meryl huff out in the hallway. Wolfwood could see the crossed arms and the twitchy frown in his head. He cracked a smile.
“Yes…we’re just coming now…” He turned back to Vash who had finally gotten his bag closed. Wolfwood surveyed the room again, doing one last check.
“What about that?” He pointed at a small wrapped package sitting next to Vash’s, still bulging, bag. The Stampede ‘eep-ed’ and grabbed it, attempting to hide it behind his back, looking at the priest innocently. Wolfwood just stared at him blankly before shrugging and turning towards the door. He heard a brief rustle as Vash pocketed the package and picked up his bag, stepping in line behind him. Wolfwood hoisted his cross onto his shoulder and they both headed downstairs.
/////
The suns were blisteringly hot. Wolfwood could feel the heat of the sand through his shoes, making him want to walk faster and hop from one foot to the other at the same time, making for an interesting sight.
They had stopped earlier in the day for lunch and Wolfwood had actually fried an egg from their supplies on his un-wrapped cross. This had amused Vash for far longer than it should have till the priest came over and Vash, feeling his source of food and amusement was being threatened, stuffed the egg in his mouth, still hot from the metal. What followed had entertained them all till they realized that the water Vash was gulping down was all they had till the next town.
Fortunately Wolfwood had brought extra, stashed in the compartment of the cross. But that hadn’t stopped Meyrl’s impromptu lecture on good eating habits and correct rationing of water supplies. Wolfwood rolled his eyes, an irritated frown on his face.
Meryl…
Why on earth had she insisted they travel by foot? But then again, Mei was only half a days walk from where they had been. And it seemed frivolous to waste money on a bus when they could walk. In Meryl’s opinion anyway.
‘It’s not like it’s her money we’d be spending…’ Wolfwood groused to himself, kicking at a small cactus as he sidestepped it. He glanced at Vash, who was smiling at nothing in particular, stomping along happily in the sand.
‘How can he smile in this heat? Especially in that coat! He must be boiling alive!’ Wolfwood himself had taken his jacket off and undone the top buttons of his shirt. He shifted the cross to the other shoulder so he could see Vash better.
“Aren’t you hot, Vash?”
The gunman looked up, still smiling and shrugged. Wolfwood decided that the smile looked unmistakably like Vash knew something he didn’t.
“Why are you smiling?” He asked warily.
Vash’s eyes darted towards the girls chatting away in front of them, hand disappearing into his coat. He came back with the wrapped package, considering it for a moment and turning it in his hand before passing it to Wolfwood without a word. The priest paused, glancing at the girls and setting the Cross Punisher in the sand, and gave Vash a look.
“What’s this?”
“I was going to wait…but…uh…I got you something. That is…um I got it for you…my boyfriend…” He half whispered, face flushing at the words, gaze darting to the side, unable to look Wolfwood in the eye.
“I’m your...boyfriend?” Wolfwood’s eyebrows twitched upwards and he was unable to stop the smile that rose on his face. Vash’s blush deepened till his face looked like it was on fire and he made huffy noises and gestures with his hands, still not looking the priest in the eyes.
‘He’s wooing me with gifts! He wants me to be his boyfriend!’ Wolfwood could have rolled over and died from the sheer sweetness of the act. He quickly unwrapped it, revealing a small cross on a necklace. There were little precious stones imbedded in it and a tiny engraving on the back.
Here whenever you need me…V.
Wolfwood bit his lip, a smile spreading across his face while he read it. Vash’s blush deepened even further when he saw the expression on Wolfwood’s face. He turned away but the priest reached out to cup his face before he could. He shot a quick glance at the two girls in front of them, pausing to let them walk a little further ahead.
“Thank you, Vash…I love it…” He murmured, wrapping his arm around the gunman’s neck, the other drifting down his back as he slid their lips together. Vash’s arms wrapped around him tightly and for a second Wolfwood couldn’t have cared less if the girls found out.
‘It would make things much simpler…’ He mused as they slowly broke apart.
Just in time too, because Meryl was beginning to turn around, hand coming up to point and mouth opening to berate in typical Meryl fashion.
“What are you two doing!? You should lag behind like that! What happens if we get separated?! How will we find you then?!”
Vash almost shrugged. It wasn’t his problem that they’d been assigned to him. He just lived his life and they followed him around.
They arrived in Mei City just before dusk, having taken a lot longer than usual. Vash had kept finding excuses to stop. Something about his feet being sore, then he was really thirsty, then he had to go to the bathroom from drinking so much water from the egg incident, then he was hungry cause water by itself couldn’t fill him up…the list went on.
Wolfwood didn’t mind though. He was well aware of why Vash was making all these stops. It was because the girls would go off by themselves to give the gunmen some privacy and Vash would sink to the ground behind a conveniently placed sand dune and drag Wolfwood with him. The priest put a stop to it though, when he began to get covered in sand and Milly kept giving him a funny look.
They checked into the first hotel they came across. Wolfwood smirked while Meryl griped at the attendant about the price of her room, having been informed earlier that she would be paying for herself and Milly, as the gunmen’s funds were getting a bit low.
Not that it was necessarily true…but the priest was sick of forking out for the Insurance girls, well for Meryl anyway. The money could be better spent on Vash and things he wanted.
Wolfwood nodded to himself and trailed the humming gunman up the stairs, pausing when there was a shout from the bottom of them.
“Hey!” Both he and Vash turned, the red-coated gunman in mid-hum. He lifted the side of his glasses with a finger to stare at Meryl quizzically.
“Don’t you two have separate rooms yet?! Surely you have enough money!!” She griped, gesturing at the priest.
She started to become very uncomfortable around the churchman of late. The amount of time he was spending with Vash was surely being a bad influence on the gunman. And he was trouble enough already! She glared at Wolfwood as he shrugged and turned his head to glance up at Vash, rolling his eyes and mimicking her angry face. She couldn’t see his expression but it made Vash laugh and fueled Meryl’s disgruntlement.
“Fine! Whatever! Like I even care!!” She huffed, turning and pulling Milly along the hall to their downstairs rooms.
Wolfwood just chuckled to himself, following Vash, who ran up the stairs and pointed down the hallway.
“It’s this way, Wolfwood!” He gestured excitedly and almost knocked a potted plant from its stand. Wolfwood smiled at him as he thumped joyously down the hall, searching for their room number.
He was glad to see Vash happy, his own problems weighing heavily upon him. They still had two days before he had to meet Legato and in the time he had to figure out how to distance himself from Vash. It wouldn’t help to be talking to the servant and thinking about the Master’s brother through it all.
Wolfwood sighed, raking a hand through his hair. He hadn’t realized he’d stopped at the top of the stairs until Vash popped his head around the corner of the door and gave him a puzzled look.
“Nick?”
Wolfwood started walking again and smiled at him as they met in the doorway. Vash broke out into a grin of massive proportions, almost blinding Wolfwood with its sheer joy.
“We’ve got another bath! Oh, I wanna take a bath!” He prattled with child-like glee, dancing back and forth on his toes, clapping his hands. Wolfwood smiled indulgently and waved him into the room and towards the bathroom, but suddenly changed his mind. Vash yelped when Wolfwood caught the back of his coat and spun him around before planting a quick kiss on his lips. Vash stumbled backwards when Wolfwood let him go, eyes slightly unfocused. Wolfwood smirked and, turning him around, pushed him towards the bathroom again.
Vash looked like he was walking on clouds as he drifted towards the bathroom, gloved fingers touching his lips as they slowly curled upwards.
And Wolfwood smiled again.
*********
Hey! Yay! Aff is back again! I’m not going to aplogise for the delay cause it wasn’t my fault BUT I do have some good news for all the fans of this story! The massive break that aff.net imposed by taking the site down gave me enough time to pretty much finish this story! I’ve only got to write about another 4-5 chapters of about a 30 chapter story! So…YAY! Go Aff.net for giving me a hand! Lmao!
Also i have written an alternate ending for chapter five...the new ending is posted directly at the end under my author comments in chapter five. If you have the time (and i\'m hoping to god you do) please go and read it and compare it to the original...if i get enough feedback that it\'s beter, i\'ll replace it...thanks!
Sorry for the lack of reviewer replies! Ithought that the chapter would be more appreciated than my little babbling responses to epople! But know that i love you all! Very, very much!
Love & Peace
Hella ^ ^X