Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The Outlaw and The Insurance Lady ❯ The Conflict ( Chapter 3 )

He had been sitting at the bar, minding his own business, when he had heard someone state his name. The building had gone unnaturally silent, which was okay to him because he was starting to feel the beginning of a headache.

He looked up and his emotionless gaze stopped on a pair of soft, warm eyes the color of storm clouds. Clouds that predicted a typhoon. Female eyes. When they locked eye contact, those deep gray orbs widened in only what he could consider fascination and terror.

Pathetic.

Except for the amazement part, anyone who looked upon him fled in fear or was frozen to the spot with terror. He expected such a reaction from the petite woman. It was normal to him.

His chilling gaze never left her body when she slowly started toward him. She was tiny compared to him, but her looks and body made up for it.

She was dressed in a white, mid-thigh dress that clung to curves with a cape draped over her small shoulders. Also she wore tight-fitting black leggings and white high-heeled boots. Her black hair was cut short, which was oddly perfect for her figure, and a long golden earring dangled from each ear.

He was really surprised when she stopped a foot away from him, the tilt of her chin indicating she was a woman who spoke her mind and got what she wanted no matter what.

She braced a hand on the bar and placed the other on her hip. Her eyes had hardened and bore into his, a challenge sparking in their stormy depths.

Really, the woman was either partially insane or there was a really good reason why she had approached him in such a manner that made him wonder what the women of Gunsmoke were becoming.

"Vash the Stampede?" she asked in a calm voice. Vash raised a slender, golden eyebrow in question, but glared at her all the same.

"May I have a word with you, sir?" The coldness of his stare was all she got. "Alone."

"I'm very much contented to hear what you have to say right here, wench," he coolly, turning his attention back to his alcohol. His headache was starting to pound mercilessly at his temples.

Out the corner of his eye he saw the woman's face turn red with only that could be consider anger. Obviously she didn't like being called names, but its not like he cared about her feelings. After all, he could have called her something else that should only go out to the whores.

"My name is Meryl Stryfe from the--"

"That's wonderful," he interrupted. He saw her twitched and his eyebrows raised in mild amusement.

"FROM the Bernardelli Insurance Society. Sir, did you know that you have a record for being the very first human disaster?"

"Really?" he said, only hearing her words but not following them or their meaning. Needless to say, the "Meryl" woman didn't appreciate the lack of attention he was giving her.

"Mr. Vash, I was sent out to find you and was ordered to do whatever I could to keep you from doing further harm. So either you straighten up your act and get over whatever caused you to be the cold-hearted fiend you are or I'll have no choice but to--" Meryl's ranting stopped abruptly when she found Vash was not even listening to her, but was instead sipping his whisky.

Rage flooded her system and it boiled her blood. The man had neglected just about everything she had been saying! It was as if he thought himself some type of king or god and had figured she was just a mere mortal, a waste of his precious time! Blotches of red exploded before her eyes.

She loathed men like him! He figured that just because she was a woman it meant she was lower than he was. He couldn't be a womanizer for one moment because she couldn't think any woman in her right mind would fall for such an arrogant man! He was a chauvinist instead.

Blinded by anger and all sensible thought, Meryl whipped her hand across his just as he lifted the shot glass to his lips, knocking it from his gasp and sending it and it's contents shattering against the wall.

Gasps of horror filled the room and random chairs were being knocked over as a few cowards dashed out of the bar, thinking there was going to be hell soon.

"You sick, self-centered, one-track-minded jerk! How dare you ignore me when I'm speaking to you!" she nearly screamed, her face red. Vash sat motionless, his elbow placed on the bar and his fingers curled slightly as if he was still holding his shot glass.

"You spilt my drink," he stated, staring ahead of him.

"I don't give a damn! If you were more respectful toward others, like listening to me, then I wouldn't have touched you in the first place!" Meryl growled, her fists clenching at her sides. The man still hadn't been listening! He was focused on his damned drink instead of what she had to say!

"You spilt my drink," he repeated, the hand in the air closing into a fist that shook slightly from rising anger.

"And I told you that I don't care! Get over it! And another thing--" The bar stool was flung backwards when he bolted to his feet. Everyone gasped again and Meryl stopped chattering in an instant. His fist came down hard onto the marbled bar and he towered over her, making her heart leap into her throat. He was very, very tall.

"You wasted my damn drink! What nerve you have, woman, to come in here and start scolding me, barking orders, then knock a perfectly good shot of alcohol from my hand! You obviously have a death wish," he hissed the last part, his eyes holding hers captive in a murderous glare.

Meryl stumbled back when Vash stalked towards her and rounded in front of her, pinning her back against the bar.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he whispered, his face mere inches from hers, the smell of alcohol on his breath causing her nose to wrinkle and turn her head away slightly.

"Your new watcher," she coughed. Vash's eyebrows rose up high.

"My what?"

"I was hired by my boss himself to find you and stay at your side to prevent you from shooting anybody or blowing up towns for that matter."

"And how long is this gunna take?" he hissed through his teeth. Meryl's gaze locked with his and they became as cold and harsh as his own were.

"For as long as it takes."

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Woo wee, that one was short. Oh well. Hope ya liked it. I haven't posted it yet, but if you're into Hellsing I'm gunna post up another fic for it. It's really not gunna be an AxI, but more an AxOC. So, uh yeah . . . oO

Gengar: Oo *walks over to Shadow Bluesummers and pats her back*

oO *blinks* >> . . .