Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ And So Shall Darkness Fall ❯ Rendevous in Mei City ( Chapter 4 )

Part Four - Rendezvous in Mei City

Jenny-"Flashbacks are boring; get back to the damn story and the damn Wolfwood!"
Kelly-"You may not like them, but they're needed."
Jenny-"You know what this world is made of Kell?"
Kelly-"I dunno, soil?"
Jenny-"Love and Peace!!!"
Kelly-"For crying out loud, stop! We have enough of that in this part!"
Jenny-"Heh, way to blow the story hooker!"
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"Psych?! Quit daydreamin'! Watch out for that…"

::CRASH::

"<Gulp>…house."

Psych wasn't watching where she was going and she ended up crashing right into a house.

"Well," she said, rubbing her sore neck, "Looks like we reached Mei City. You all right Sight?"

Sight was hanging over a seat upside down, "Does it look like I'm all right? Jesus Psych, I go to sleep for a few hours and everything goes to hell. What the hell were you doing?"

Psych gave her friend a weak smile, "Sorry `bout that. I guess I nodded off…"

Sight rolled her eyes, "Well, your simple `nodding off' could have caused us to lose our lives. And Psych, I'm very attached to my life."

Psych glanced in the mirror and noticed that their hostages weren't where they should have been, "Uh, Sight?"

"What now?"

"They're gone!"

"Oh shit! We gotta find them! They might go to the police!" Sight madly scrambled to her feet and jumped off the wrecked bus, Psych stumbling behind her.

"What the fuck did you do to my house?!" yelled the owner, shaking his fist in anger as the culprits ran away, "Dammit! That's the third one this month!"

Sight looked back, "Kiss ass geezer!"

Psych panted to keep up with her partner while at the same time trying to light a cigarette, "That…was…really mature…whew."

"Yeah, looks like you could really use another cigarette, huffy."

"Shaddup!"

"There they are Sheriff," called Meryl, pointing at them. Psych and Sight stopped in their tracks and were immediately surrounded by officers. All of them cocked their rifles.

Psych put her hands in the air, "Heh, looks like they caught us this time, Sight."

Sight did the same, "If only you would've run faster…"

"Oh no, this is soooo not my fault," Psych whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

"Oh yes it is, Senorita Smoky," Sight hissed back.

"Well well well," chuckled the Sheriff, walking around the two women slowly while twirling his gun, "If it isn't Psychout the Ricochet and Sightblinder the Longshot, two of the most wanted criminals this side of the desert. Guilty of 3rd degree murder, armed robbery, illegal use of weapons, kidnapping, grand theft auto, and lemme see, destruction of public property now. You two have quite a bounty on your pretty little heads, too bad you'll both be dead by dawn."

"Long time no see Sheriff Crayton, or should I say Crappy," smirked Sight, "Last time we met I believe that we took out almost all of your force."

"I remember that fight," reminisced Psych, smiling, "I recall you wet yourself pretty good."

"Funny," Sight added, "I never knew that a grown man could still accomplish wetting himself on cue like that, but hey Sheriff, you sure showed me!"

The Sheriff reddened when a few of his officers started to laugh. He glared at them and they fell silent, "Listen here, I wouldn't laugh if I was you. We got the nooses and crosses all ready for you. There ain't no getting' yourselves outta this one."

"Can I have a green noose?" asked Psych, batting her eyelashes and making a pouty face, "I wouldn't want it to clash with my hair."

"And can you bury me in the shade?" asked Sight, trying to keep a straight face, "The sun just does a number on my fair skin. It's awful."

"Laugh it up," sneered the Sheriff, walking away, "Lock them up for the night. The hangin' tomorrow morning will be a town spectacle, so get your beauty sleep ladies."

"You could sure use some yourself!" Sight called after him, causing some more officers to laugh, "And try to wear something decent for the occasion!"

"C'mon you two," said an officer, pointing a gun, "Let's go. March."

Psych and Sight were tossed into a cramped jail cell unceremoniously. The officers had taken all of their weapons from them, even going so far as to doing a full body cavity search, much to the women's dismay. Psych had managed to sneak a pack of cigarettes into the cell by flirting with one of the officers though. She lit one and sat down, crossing her legs. "Well, that was interesting."

"I spose you enjoyed bein' manhandled by a pack of cops," remarked Sight, her head leaning against the bars, "That was just embarrassin'"

"Awww, c'mon," said Psych, patting the bench she was sitting on, "It wasn't that bad. You're just upset cuz they took your shades, right?"

Sight plopped down next to her, "Yeah," she said all depressed.

"Don't you worry, we'll get them back," reassured Psych, playfully nudging her friend, "We've been in tougher situations than this, right?"

"I guess," she muttered, looking at her shoes.

"Hey! You two have some visitors!" yelled an officer, messing up the Kodak moment. He led in Milly and Meryl and then carefully locked the door behind them. They stood nervously before the bars, looking in at the two obviously irritated women.

"What the hell do you want?" said Sight, standing up and walking towards the bars, looking fiercely at them with her odd eyes. Milly hid behind Meryl, making frightened whimpers, "This is all your fault you know."

"Our fault?!" yelled Meryl, taking a step back when she saw Psych look at her, "We just wanted to say that we're happy that justice is about to be served, right Milly? Milly?"

"Y-yes Meryl," she obediently said, "But…"

"But what Milly?" asked Meryl, tapping her foot impatiently, "C'mon! Tell them off!"

"They don't seem like that bad of outlaws," she said quickly, cowering and waiting for Typhoon Meryl to blow her away.

"How can you say that?!" yelled Meryl, "They killed innocent people Milly! How could you even think of taking these criminal's sides?"

"B-but they didn't kill us Meryl," said Milly, getting a bit braver, "A-and they let Mr. Priest live, right? So they can't be all that bad."

"Eh," said Psych, "Them people that we shot on the bus ain't dead. We didn't shoot to kill, we just shot to injure. We wanted to scare ya'll, that's what you do during a hijackin' ya know."

"What?!" Meryl's jaw dropped to the ground.

"Yeah," said Sight defensively, crossing her arms, "Did you honestly think that we'd be so cruel as to kill those old, defenseless fogies? Boy, you sure are dumb."

"Meryl!" cried Milly happily, "Did you hear that? They aren't dead! Oh, I'm so relieved!"

"I don't believe that lame story for a second," said Meryl.

"But Meryl," said Milly, "What do they have to lose? They have to be telling the truth."

"C'mon Milly," said Meryl, grabbing onto her arm and pulling, "Let's go."

"But Meryl," whined Milly, as she was bodily dragged from the room, looking over her shoulder one last time before she was pulled through the door.

Psych looked as Sight and both women shrugged.

"Strange girls."

"Yup."

Meryl stormed out of the police station, fists clenched tightly at her side. Milly had to jog to keep up with her friend.

"Wait up Meryl!" she called, "Why are you walking so fast?"

"I can't believe those two," she grumbled, ignoring Milly. She pushed opened the door of the nearest hotel to book a room for the night, "Do they think I'm stupid? Do they honestly think that we're going to feel sorry for them? Because if that's the case, they're sorely mistaken. Criminals like them deserve whatever punishment they get dished out. Geez Milly, quit falling behind already!"

Milly mumbled an apology and then made a happy sound.

"Hey there! Insurance girls!" called a friendly male voice, "I knew I heard something loud and angry, but this is the last place I'd expect to find you, Meryl. Hello Milly, how's it going?"

"Uhhhhgg," Meryl groaned in frustration, "Just what I need. The last thing that I want to see is your donut scarfing face. Oaf. I have a headache now…." She held her head in pain as Milly patted her back reassuringly.

"Hello Mr. Vash," she chirped happily, her usual friendly smile gracing her innocent face, "What brings you here to Mei City?" She glanced behind him, looking for something, "And where's Mr. Priest? Did he come with you too?"

"Knowing that bum, he's probably off getting soused somewhere," muttered Meryl.

"Oh, Wolfwood's around," laughed Vash, smiling and rubbing the back of his head, "We just got into town. The two of us had quite an interesting little adventure back in December. This is the only place we could get a ride to on our low funds."

Wolfwood ambled in, sunglasses on, crumpled cigarette hanging from his lip, and giant clothed cross leaning on his shoulder. "Interesting is the last word I'd use to describe getting arrested." He noticed Milly and Meryl standing by and he shot them a crooked grin, "Well, hello gals. It's nice to see your pretty faces again. Although now you look down right mean with that look on your mug, Meryl…"

"I have a right to be upset with you two. The last time you saw us was when you ditched us in Felnarl II, you snake!" she yelled, trying to rush him and beat some sense into his cocky self. Milly held her back as she continued her onslaught, "And by the way, don't you owe us some money? I went to my wallet the morning you left us, and nothing but a note saying `IOU $$200' greeted me. You actually call yourself a priest? You even left us to pay your room service bill and your hotel fees! How are we supposed to do our jobs when you two try to leave us behind every chance you get?!"

"Do you even have to ask that question?" Wolfwood shot back, "All you do is yell and start fights! Milly's the only one out of the two of you with some sense, and I'm talking about Milly! Have a sense of humor for Christ's sake! We were planning on paying you back…someday that is."

"C'mon guys," Vash intervened, stepping between Wolfwood and Meryl, "Stop arguing. We're all friends here, right?"

Wolfwood harrumphed and turned his back. Meryl did the same.

"Uhhh, right?" he repeated, getting worried.

"Women are so difficult," stated Wolfwood, arms crossed, "What's the world coming to when you can't even trust the word of a priest anymore?"

"Hold me back Milly," yelled Meryl, kicking and struggling to get at him, "Priest or no Priest, he's dead."

"I'm sure that Mr. Priest fully intended on repaying us, Meryl," said Milly naively, "He's a good priest."

Wolfwood smiled and put an arm around Milly, who blinked and turned red, "You, my friend, just earned yourself a pudding."

Milly pointed to herself, "I did?"

"C'mon, I'll buy you a drink too," he added, leading her in the direction of the hotel bar. Milly giggled happily and waved goodbye to Meryl.

"Oh no you don't," cried Meryl, latching onto Milly's coat and tugging her back, "Stay away from that slime ball. Besides, we have a job to do, or have you forgotten?"

Milly pouted and walked away from Wolfwood, who scrunched his face in disgust at Meryl.

"I'm sorry Mr. Priest," she said sadly, "Meryl's right. Take a rain check?"

"Sure Milly," he replied, "Just let me know when your master there let's you off that leash she's got you on."

Meryl turned an off shade of purple and the veins in her neck stood out like tree roots, "What did you say?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Umm, he didn't say anything Meryl," said Milly, turning her around and taking her outside for some fresh air.

"First we get ditched, with no money to boot, then our bus gets hijacked by two crazy women outlaws, and now I have to put up with that sorry excuse of a priest's crap?" Meryl rubbed her temple, "This couldn't possibly get any worse."

"Look at the blonde psycho outside!" yelled a woman, "He's stark naked!"

Meryl rolled her eyes and looked up to the sky pleadingly, as if that was going to make Vash put some damn clothes on, "Not again!"

Later that night, when Wolfwood and Meryl could stand each other enough to be in the same room, Vash explained what had happened to them in December.

"We were walking by, minding our own business-"

"Yeah, no doubt completely smashed," interrupted Meryl.

"Ahem, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Vash continued, "We were walking by, completely sober and aware of everything happening around us," Wolfwood raised an eyebrow at this point, "when we bumped into these two tough looking women that were in the process of robbing a bank. Of course we, being the men, had to do something to stop them. Take it Wolfwood."

"After Vash had soiled himself," he started, trying to suppress a laugh, "I ended up having to save the day, as usual. I told them that what they were doing was totally wrong, and that as a man of God, I couldn't allow it to continue. They were so taken in with my roguish good looks and charm that they fell all over me. I had to beat them off with a stick; it was a simply awful ordeal. "

"Was that before or after the part where one of them pulled a gun on you and all you could do was make gurgling noises?" asked Vash, "And I also remember one of them taking your last cigarette and you not even sticking up for yourself."

"H-hey! She had a gun on me! What the hell was I supposed to do?" Wolfwood said, "Get shot?"

Milly and Meryl started to laugh, Meryl even going so far as to roll on the ground, clutching her shaking stomach. Milly gasped for air.

"Are you two quite finished?" Wolfwood said frowning, "Continue Vash."

"Well, they got away, because of Wolfwood's cowardly acts," said Vash, ignoring the glare that the priest shot at him, "The Sheriff showed up and decided that I, being the tougher, more handsome looking desperado of the two, in fact, robbed the bank and shot the men. So he took us to prison."

"Yeah, and let me tell you, prison is not the fun place that it's been made out to be," added Wolfwood, "You girls look like you've had a tough time yourselves."

Milly nodded, "As a matter of fact, Mr. Priest, our bus got hijacked on the way to July by two women."

"Two women?!" Vash and Wolfwood said in unison.

"Yes," said Meryl, "They took us as hostages and abandoned the rest of the passengers in the middle of the desert. They were terrible people, but don't worry. Those two won't be around for much longer. They got arrested and are scheduled for hanging tomorrow morning."

"Tell me," said Wolfwood, leaning forward, "What did these women look like?"

"Well," Meryl thought for a moment, "One of them was wearing a blue coat and had blonde hair, and the other one, who smoked like a fiend, had a green coat and green hair."

Wolfwood nodded sagely and looked over at Vash, who was in the process of eating a powered donut, "That's them. The green-coated one took my last smoke. May God strike her down!"

"Mr. Priest!" cried Milly, "That's a terrible thing to say."

"Well, it's a terrible thing to steal a smoker's last cigarette," he shot back.

"Will you two knock it off already?" Vash yelled, spraying powered sugar everywhere, "We have got to help them!"

"What?!" cried Meryl and Wolfwood at the same time.

"Have you gone even more insane Vash?" yelled Wolfwood, "They're criminals!"

"That may be, but they spared our lives and they were so nice to us before we saw that it was a robbery," said Vash. All of a sudden little sparkles surrounded his head and his eyes got all wide, "Besides that, they were such cuties!"

"You're right Vash," agreed Wolfwood, a dreamy look on his face, "We'll do it. For love and peace!"

"Right! For love and peace!"

"Love and peace!"

"Love and peace!

"Love and peace!"

Meryl cringed at the words that she hated the most, "Stop that! Make them stop, Milly!"

But Milly was joining in, a huge smile on her face, "Love and peace! C'mon Meryl, its fun!"