HEAVEN or H3LL [VashWood/Trigun]

Part One: This So-Called, "Quiet" Town

"Vash? That pattern? It's like a plant," Meryl says in shock.

Vash looks at Meryl, Roberto, and then lastly, Wolfwood. His face glowed with lines resembling the creature in the liquid incubator behind him. A strange creature but harmless.

"I-I..." Vash touched his face, "I'm sorry."

Vash said pushing them aside and running away from them.

"VASH!" Meryl yelled out.

"TONGARI! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN GOING!" Wolfwood also yells at him.

But it was too late. Vash was gone and nobody knew where he went...

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Half A Month Later...

It was a bright sunny day in the desert. Wind blowing the sand across the surface and a random black cat just roaming the land.

"Meeooww-" the cat stares at something from a distance...

...Eventually, from very far away, a small quiet town sits there untouched. No thief's intruded since there was nothing to steal and just a very loving community with nothing to worry about. But I spoke too soon-

*BANG BANG!*

A group of bandits grouped only focusing on one specific building... "The Diner".

They were shooting their guns like it was no tomorrow. Shots lasted at least a good minute. The building was torn to shreds leaving the building crumbling with only the chairs barely still tacked.

Citizens wondered what all the fuss was about in their 'quiet' town. The citizens all murmured and gossiped looking at the tragedy in 'The Diner'.

The group of bandits laughed and chucked knowing that the person they were hunting for was dead.

"HAHA, WE GOT EM, BOYS!" One bandit squealed.

"ALRIGHT, Y'ALL!!!!" Another bandit cheered.

The whole spot they were in was covered in leftover bullets, gunpowder, and smoke coming off from the collapsed building. But as the smoke cleared, a shadow appeared slightly showing who was beyond it.

Their coat looked like the color of blood. A teal translucent prosthetic left arm that shone in the brightly lit sun. Blond hair that matched the desert sand with a shaved under cut that looked like coffee. Their orange circle glasses showed nothing but their beautiful ocean eyes. They looked like a whole fashionista in this hot and dry desert.

They got up and brushed themselves off while the bandits cheered with glee.

"Uh, h-hey guys? I wasn't even done with my breakfast...lunch?...My brunch yet!" They contemplated and whined.

While they were still rambling on about their 'brunch', the bandits looked at them in shock.

"Can I leave now? I am still really hungry and I haven't eaten at all. Well, it's only been 30 minutes but I can still eat something-"

"W-WHAT DA HELL IS GOIN' ON HERE!?!" All of them said together, cutting off the poor customer.

"Huh?"

"HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE VASH THE STAMPEDE!?!" one of them said.

"I don't know? Why are you asking me?" Vash joked getting ready to run away.

"I guess I'm just lucky," he shrugged.

As Vash was stuck in a shrug position, he looked down to see a half-empty ketchup bottle on the floor nested right beside him. All of a sudden, he picked it up and threw it at the main boss bandit (the one who looked the tallest and meanest) and ran away. Well... tried to run away.

"ARGH! GET HIM!!!"

As Vash was running away, people got out of the way and closed the doors. They didn't want a ruckus like him to interfere with their lives.

"Man, and I thought I was gonna get some food!" He cried while running and holding his tummy.

"AH!" He yelled getting interrupted by a bullet shot that missed his arm.

"COME BACK HERE YOU COWARD!!!"

"I'M NO COWARD!!! I'M JUST MAKING THE RIGHT DECISION BY RUNNING AWAY!"

All the bandits froze while still running.

"EH- THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT A COWARD DOES!!!"

They were running and trying to split up so they could corner him. It's like a pack of dogs chasing one cat. It felt like a chase of a lifetime yet they couldn't catch the guy. Eventually, they couldn't find him. All of them searched and looked but no sight of 'Vash the Stampede'. A couple of minutes passed and the boss was getting tired of looking for him but he noticed that something was off.

"Hey! Bandit 10!"

"Y-YES SIR!" The shy bandit looked at the boss all fidgety.

"It seems too quiet around here don't you think?" He looked everywhere but there was no one outside but himself and his minion.

"I guess so. Should we head back and regroup?"

"Would be a waste of time but it's something..." the boss turns away from him.

*PACK*

A palm-sized rock hit the poor bandit right on the side of his head which knocked him out cold.

The body fell on the floor and the boss wondered what happened. He looked behind him to his surprise, a big gun the shape of a cross pointed right at his face.

A man dressed in black, who wore sunglasses and smoked a weirdly shaped cigarette appeared in front of the guy. The stubbles on his face haven't been shaved and his melatonin skin complimented him as a whole. His black coal hair covered his eyes. As the wind blew, his obsidian eyes looked innocent but it was also giving off "Don't fuck with me!" vibes. His face turned into the devil as he smirked at the boss.

"So you're the guy making all this ruckus around this so-called, "quiet" town huh?"

"And who the hell are you supposed to be? Some guy in the slumps? Mind as well get that toy out of my face or I'll pierce holes in you," the boss didn't hesitate as he was getting ready to shoot him with his assault rifle.

"Oh, I guess that's too bad. I'll leave you alone-" he quickly aims and shoots where his groin is but misses on purpose.

"AH-" surprised the boss with wide eyes.

"I don't give a fuck about you or what your plan is. Get out of here or I'll shoot all your precious bandits and you as well. And I won't fucking ask again. Do I make myself clear?!"

"Fine! Whatever man..." As the boss turns around, he was getting ready to shoot this guy anyways so he turned around again and-

*WHOOSH!*

The boss turned around pointing the gun in the man's face but he was too late.

*WHAM!!!*

A big cross came toward the boss's face and smacked the living shit out of him. He then fell on the floor and that knocked him out cold.

"Geez, these guys fricken suck..." He said, spitting out his old cigarette for a new one.

As he was walking away, the other bandits who were trying to catch Vash were all knocked out by the same man who 'fought' the boss. Don't worry, he didn't kill them. But they were going to be out by the next lunchtime.

Now...where did that Needle-Noggin run off to?

TO BE CONTINUED...