Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The Outlaw and The Insurance Lady ❯ The Insurance Lady ( Chapter 1 )

((A/N: What if Vash the Stampede was everything his supposedly "false" reputation claimed him to be? What if he was just like his brother? An evil, human-loathing Plant with the free will to walk and destroy everything he desired? Well, let's jus see how this will turn out. ^^

I got this idea when I was watching Episode 12: Diablo- when Vash was in the jail cell thinking back on his and Legato's convo. He's jus so hot when he's in serious or angry. ^^ I can't resist this.

Also, sorry to say there won't be any Milly/Wolfwood/Legato/Gung-Ho-Guns and so on. I'm not totally sure about Knives jus yet though. I'm still thinking about it.

Basically this is a M/V thing ^^ but with a Vash who is not . . . quite the same aloof, idiotic birdbrain we all know and love! Actually, Vash was never one of my fave obsessions. Oo Hell he wasn't EVEN an obsession . . . er, never mind.))

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"Meryl Stryfe?"

A shorthaired woman lifted her head instantly and looked around. Meryl Stryfe was a short, curvy woman with purplish-black hair, gray eyes, and a hot temper when tampered with. She worked for the Bernardelli Insurance Society, which was a company that works out the damage costs to large incidents.

Lately there have been some unexplained occurrences, such as whole cities going up in smoke, plants malfunctioning for unknown reasons, and the murder rate rising every other day. The company was under great stress from this and the only one person that could be blamed for it was the Humanoid Typhoon . . . also known as Vash the Stampede.

"Yes, sir?" she called out when she spotted her boss watching her. He crooked a finger at her, motioning for her to come to him.

"Could you come into my office, please?"

A sudden wave of dread hit Meryl like a ton of bricks. Questions flew around in her mind. What had she done? Was she in trouble? Had she not done one of her assignments? Had she not done one correctly?

Slowly she stood and walked down the narrow, paper littered-isles. She entered her boss's office and he closed the door softly behind her. He motioned for her to take a seat and she did. He sat down at the large, black desk with papers and writing utensils scattered all over it.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" she asked frantically. The man looked at her and laughed. He waved a hand as if to dismiss her panic and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his chest.

"You've done nothing wrong, Meryl. I assure you of that. I wanted to take the time to compliment you on your work. You are very good and thorough at it and it's people like you that I want to have at every one of those desks out there." Meryl bowed her head in sudden embarrassment. It was rare that her boss actually complimented on anyone.

"Thank you, sir. Is this the reason why you brought me in here?"

"Well, actually . . . eh, no. I've called you into my office to give you a new assignment. I know I can trust you to do this one without fail, am I right?"

"Um, yes sir. I will try my hardest. So, uh, what is it?" The boss leaned forward and he braced his arms on the desk. His face became hard and serious.

"You are to seek out Vash the Stampede and prevent him from doing anymore damage than what has already been done."

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