𝓢𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 . . .
A woman named Y/n DeChu Donowitz A.K.A "The Walking Wipe Out" and her dog Mischa, meet two reporters while seeking shelter from the harsh desert. One thing is for sure, Donowitz would never have guessed th...
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My eyes snapped open, sweat on my temples.
It was a dream. A dream of the past.
My eyes adjusted to the hot sun which was shining through the windows of the car, making it seem as if we were in an oven. I sighed, the two men on the side of me weren't helping either. Wolfwood, who was at my left, had been snoring so loud it sounded like a motorcycle. Vash was to my right and it sounded like he was sleeping much more peacefully then Wolfwood. The blond's chest rose ever so slightly (in comparison to Wolfwood's chest which was rising and falling much like the waves of the damn sea).
My arms were smashed into my chest and it was getting uncomfortable, so I moved my arms to rest on the top of the seat. I tried my best to keep my limbs from touching the heads of the two sleeping men next to me. The radio was spewing some plant worshiper bullshit that I was forced to listen to. I sighed and leaned further back into my seat. Mischa was happily laying across the three of us. I closed my eyes, enjoying the five seconds of peace we get out on this god forsaken planet.
"You awake now? So where are you thinkin' on going?" Roberto's voice cut through the comfortable silence.
I scoffed playfully. "You want me gone that bad?" I asked him, still keeping my eyes closed.
"Well you should know that we're not keeping you with us forever."
"Yeah Obviously." I sighed, I opened my eyes. "The next time we see a sandsteamer I'll leave you guys alone."
Meryl groaned and shook her head. "I'm melting! Good grief...that's enough doomsday talk for now."
"You got that right."
"Amen."
"You not a fan of the heat, Meryl?" I asked the other woman.
"Nobody is!!"
I chuckled at her response. "You should invest in an Ice shaver." I said to the black haired woman.
"An ice shaver? What's an ice shaver?"
"You don't know what an ice shaver is?"
"Well I assume that it's something that shaves ice."
"You're obviously not from the Undercity. But, you're right. An ice shaver is used to make shaved ice that you can put sweet flavoring into."
