Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The Resurrection Of Nicholas D. Wolfwood ❯ Dirty Tricks And Rude Awakenings ( Chapter 8 )

The Resurrection Of Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Part Eight: Dirty Tricks, Rude Awakenings

By Bekka Mouri

(Trigun doesn't belong to me and I am making no money from this so please don't sue me. An uncomfortable situation for Vash and Wolfwood occurs, thanks to a little prankster bartender. A little cussing.)

Vash yawned, not opening his eyes because he was he knew he was going to have one hell of a hangover. Both he and Wolfwood had drunk themselves silly just like old times the night before. The silliness had hit much quicker because they had both been drinking on empty stomachs* and he really didn't remember much after Beck had brought them their food. It felt like he had his arms wrapped around somebody and he smirked, ~Hee hee! I scored with the bartender babe! ~

He moved his hands a little and realized he did not have soft curves under his fingers but hard muscle. He opened his eyes and he felt his heart jump into his throat before he let out a short noise of surprise. Wolfwood was lying next to him with his arms were wrapped around Vash. He groaned but didn't open his eyes, " Damn it needle noggin. Keep it down… my head hurts. "

~Okay this can't be that bad. Maybe they just put us together because they knew we were friends and this was the only way we could fit in this bed, ~ Vash looked down and saw his shirt was gone as well as Wolfwood's. ~Oh boy… this is turning out to be so not good. ~

He shut his eyes and lifted the blanket just a little. He cracked one eye open and peeked. He caught his scream in his throat before it escaped and let the blanket fall back down. Vash was frozen in place with fear, he was scared to move but he knew what would happen if he didn't, ~He's going to so kick my ass, ~ Vash thought.

Before he could move, he felt Wolfwood's hands start to move slowly as if he were trying to get an idea of what he was next to and Vash knew he was going to be in some serious trouble. " If I open my eyes and find you in my arms needle noggin… " He growled.

Wolfwood opened his eyes and they instantly narrowed. With a growl, he shoved Vash into the floor. " What the hell is going on? " He shouted but put his hand to his head. " Damn… I almost forgot what a hangover felt like. "

" Nothing! I swear! I was just as surprised when I woke up! I thought I had scored with that pretty girl! " Vash scrambled to find something to cover himself with.

" Do I look like that pretty girl? " Wolfwood growled, pitching the pillow at Vash.

" No. You look like a very unhappy priest; " Vash caught the pillow and got to his feet, using the pillow to cover himself.

" Damn straight I'm unhappy! " Wolfwood looked around, " Where the hell are my clothes? "

Vash looked around and saw their shoes were there as well as everything else but their clothes they had on the night before, " Hey! Mine are missing too! "

A gunshot sounded from another part of the building then it was quiet. Wolfwood looked at Vash, " What the hell was that? "

" A gunshot? " Vash questioned. " But who? "

Some slamming could be heard as it resonated through the building then it was followed by more gunshots. The slamming could have been a door or a body being thrown against the wall but it was very unclear and could not be identified positively. " I think it is coming from downstairs, " Wolfwood went to get out of the bed. " Do you think we should go check it out? "

" Like this? " Vash asked, his eyes wide. " Are you nuts? "

" No. I mean for us to get on some clothes before we do. Unlike you, I don't like to run around naked and act like a dog, " Wolfwood shook his head.

" I did that for Lina! " Vash huffed. " I didn't want that pig-man to hurt her. She was only twelve you know. "

" Are we going or aren't we? " Wolfwood tried to get Vash's mind back on the subject at hand.

There was a frantic knock at the door and they both looked at it. " Looks like we don't have to go looking now, " Vash said.

Wolfwood rolled his eyes, " Who is it? " He called out.

" It's me, Cathy Marie Harry, Beck Harry's daughter. Let me in quick! " The reply came through muffled but not so much that the urgency was muted.

" What's wrong? " Wolfwood called as he motioned for Vash to sit down on a chair. Vash didn't move, waiting to hear the rest of the story.

" It's my daddy! He… He's dead! " Cathy sounded like she was trying not to cry. " Please let me in! "

Vash shot across the room and unlocked the door. " Shut your eyes, " He instructed her.

" What? " Cathy was starting to lose her grip on her nerves.

" Just shut your eyes! " Vash demanded.

" I've already seen the both of you naked! Just let me in! I hear them coming this way! " Cathy started to sob.

" What? " Vash flung the door open and grabbed Cathy by the arm as he held the pillow over himself. He pulled her inside and looked down to see she was clutching a wad of clothing in her arms. He kicked the door shut behind her and just stared at her. Wolfwood was the first to realize whom the clothes belonged to when his eyes focused on a cross cuff link attached to a black sleeve.

" You little bitch, " Wolfwood hissed. " What kind of sick person are you? "

Cathy dropped the clothes in the floor and they made a loud thud, letting Vash know she had taken his gun as she covered her face with her bloodstained hands. She wore a plain white nightgown and it was stained across the front with blood. " I'm sorry… I'm so sorry. I was just trying to have a little fun! "

Wolfwood's mood shifted from anger to compassion when he saw the blood. He got out of the bed, wrapping the blanket around his waist. He had the space between him and Cathy covered in two strides. He grabbed her by the arm and looked down at her, " What happened? "

" I'm sorry for what I did and I really need your help! " Cathy sobbed, throwing her arms around Wolfwood. " Please help me! The bandits tricked us and got rooms here. They killed my dad first thing this morning and I found him when I was bringing your stuff back! "

Vash pulled Cathy away from Wolfwood and looked down into her eyes, " Did you say they were still here? "

Cathy nodded as Wolfwood pushed her away gently. " Yeah. They wanted me to tell them the combination to the safe but I don't know it. I had just gotten the clothes to leave outside the door when I found my dad and went to check him over. They were in the back so I grabbed everything and I shut the door to our part of the inn… I locked it but I heard them shooting the lock. "

Vash hugged Cathy to him and looked at Wolfwood, " We have to do something or more people are going to die. "

" I know, " Wolfwood looked at the door. " They could be here any minute. "

" I think the little bitch went upstairs! " Someone shouted a good distance from the door. The sound of doors being kicked in and gunfire started soon after.

" I hate it when I'm right, " Wolfwood slapped a hand over his eyes. " Come on, needle noggin. We need to get something on before they get here. "

" What about Cathy? " Vash asked. Cathy was stuck to him like a fly on glue paper. It was obvious that she had on little else but the nightgown. That meant she would be an easy target if the murders were inclined to have a little fun with her if they got a hold of her.

" Go into the bathroom and don't come out until we get you, " Wolfwood said.

" I volunteer to protect her with my life! " Vash said, trying to look like the dashing hero from some action story. It was a bust though because he didn't look very suave holding a pillow over his crotch.

" No. You're staying out here with me, " Wolfwood corrected him.

Vash blinked, " But what if they come in through the bathroom window? "

Cathy looked up, " There are no windows in the bathroom. "

Vash looked like he had been kicked, " Oh, okay. "

" Good, now scoot. We'll take care of things out here, " Wolfwood said. Cathy let go of Vash and was in the bathroom in record time, locking the door behind her.

Vash looked like someone had taken away his favorite toy but Wolfwood ignored it. A split second later, Vash had switched moods and looked like he was ready to kick some bad guy ass. Doors slammed, people screamed and gunfire followed the screaming as the sound of feet got closer. " Okay, we don't have much time to waste, " He said.

" Exactly, " Wolfwood said.

**

The bandits had already kicked in several doors on the second floor and asked the occupants if they had seen the black haired bartender but none of them had. It was not the answer the bandits wanted to hear so they rewarded each person that gave them that answer with a bullet. " She's got to be up here somewhere! " A redheaded man shouted. " Keep looking! "

A pack of scruffy men grunted in agreement and continued down the hall. A few minutes later, only one door remained closed. " This has go to be it, " The redhead stated and kicked the door. It flew open but the room was empty.

" Come out you little tease! I'll get that combination even if I have to screw it out of you! " The redhead called into the room. No one answered and he stepped in, his men staying in the hall as he checked the place over.

In one corner of the room were a very large cloth wrapped cross and two backpacks. He sneered at the cross and spit on it. He went to say something blasphemous but stopped when he hear a shotgun being cocked. " What the hell? " He looked up.

Staring down at him from the rafters was a black haired man in tight-fitting blue jeans with a long barreled shotgun. " The name's Wolfwood and I think you need to apologize to the big guy for what you just did. I don't think he liked that very much. "

Several guns cocked and the bandits aimed at Wolfwood. The redhead smirked, " My name is Maximillion McGee. Do you want to repeat that so I can laugh when my men cut you down? "

Wolfwood smirked and pulled an almost invisible string. A row of several automatic guns on an opposite rafter dropped down. They were all aimed at the door. " Who's going to cut down who? "

" You couldn't fire all those at the same time, " McGee stated. " Besides that, the kickback from that shotgun will knock you on your ass. "

" Wanna bet? " Wolfwood smirked, wrapping an arm around a support beam and pulling the string. The men in the hall ducked and dropped their weapons as all the guns fired at once along with some machine gun fire from an unseen source. At the same time, he squeezed the trigger on the shotgun, sending a round into the floor at McGee's feet and the kick on the rifle nearly sending him off the rafter, the support beam being the only thing keeping him from falling.

One of the scruffies screamed, " That guy's nuts! Let's get out of here! There's no telling what he can do! "

McGee turned just in time to see his men desert him. He turned back to Wolfwood and growled. " That's it, wise guy! You're a dead man! " McGee started to pull the trigger on his gun but was knocked to the floor by something falling from the ceiling.

A heavily scarred blonde man in loose-fitting black pants was sitting on McGee and he grinned sheepishly. " Sorry mister. I must have lost my footing. "

" Get off me you bastard! " McGee shouted, trying to knock the blonde off. He heard the sound of a gun cocking and felt cold metal rest against his temple. He paled and stopped struggling.

The blonde's face had become serious and he frowned, " Did you kill Cathy's dad? "

" So what if I did? He wouldn't open the damn safe. It's his fault… " The barrel of the gun pushed down harder and McGee gulped the rest of his sentence.

" You made a mistake, " The blonde's finger tightened around the trigger. " Now, I have one bullet in this gun. I don't know which chamber it is in. Do you want to press your luck or will you walk out of here and promise never to kill anyone again? "

McGee turned a whiter shade of pale as he thought over his choices. His men were gone and that Wolfwood guy was still pointing the shotgun at him. If this blonde psycho didn't kill him, he was certain Wolfwood would. No one had ever had the balls to shoot at him before and he never realized how frightening it was to be on the wrong end of the gun.

The blonde's finger tightened just slightly, " Time's ticking away, McGee. "

McGee choked on a sob, " I promise. Please don't kill me mister. I have never been this scared. "

" Now you know how they felt, " The blonde said and got up. " Now, take yourself to the sheriff and get some help for those people you shot or I will hunt you down and I'll make sure I have a full gun when I do. "

McGee scooted across the floor until he could get on his feet. He stood up and stumbled backward from the room. He looked down and saw the guns his men had brought along. He grabbed one and aimed it at the blonde.

" Stupid! " He shouted and pulled the trigger. He screamed as a bullet tore through his shoulder. He collapsed to the floor as Wolfwood fell from the ceiling and hit the bed. " It's only his shoulder so he'll live, " He said and let the gun fall to his side and rolled to avoid the falling shotgun.

" You still didn't have to shoot him! " Vash screamed.

" Yeah I did, " Wolfwood got out of the bed. " The stupid jerk spit on my cross. I'll patch up the wounded and you go get the sheriff. Maybe if we move fast, we can save some lives. "

" Okay, " Vash reached into his backpack and grabbed a shirt. " Maybe Cathy can help with that. "

" I think we should let her rest for now. When she gets it together, we'll make her work off her debt later, " Wolfwood dug through the clothes on the floor and found his cigarettes. He found his matches next and lit up. He took a long drag and looked at Vash, " Oh yeah, one more thing. "

Vash blinked, " What? "

" When you come back, I would appreciate it very much if you got out of my pants, " Wolfwood looked at the pants Vash wore. In the rush to get dressed, they had accidentally grabbed the wrong clothes. " I don't know how you can wear these things. "

Vash laughed, " Well, I felt like these were going to fall off of me. You'll get them back when I get mine back. "

*(Author's note: I don't recommend this… When I drink on an empty stomach, it takes only one drink to get me blitzed. Don't try this at home, kids!)

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