Summary: Trigun/Gargoyles crossover. At least read the dang thing before
judging. After defeating Knives, Vash is given a chance to see and
experience the world called "Earth". He ends up encountering.....if you
haven't guessed by now, Manhattan's gargoyle clan. What the heck will
happen? .....how should I know? I write these fics on the fly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun, and I don't own Gargoyles. Happy? I'm more worried about people killing me for this fic than lawsuits anyway. And give me a break if my Gargoyles information is inaccurate. I'm a fan, but I haven't seen an episode in a LOOOOOOOONG time.
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Planet Gunsmoke, date unknown.
In the barren wastelands of a world with two suns, we see only desert land as far as the eye can see in any direction, save for one figure in clothes which would be EXCRUCIATINGLY HOT for anyone else, carrying someone in an equally impractical outfit. His blonde hair has been slicked up into spiky hair, a slight from upon this man's face, and yellow tinted sunglasses obscuring his eyes. This man, Vash the Stampede as he is known, also known as the Humanoid Typhoon, knew nothing of it, but soon, he would be rewarded for his many righteous deeds...
Nightfall, May City, Planet Gunsmoke, date unknown.
Night had long since fallen when Vash arrived. He was still carrying his defeated brother, Knives, and was looking for somewhere to stay the night, and have Knives' wounds tended to. The frown on his face had not left him.
"Hello?"
He heard no answer, save for the wind blowing gently through the town.
"Vash....."
Vash looked to Knives. Knives' face was still showing an expression of agony. Vash had reasoned by this point he had little tolerance for pain. The same could not be said for Vash, as the wounds on his body, the poorly done patching, the prosthetic left arm.....all of it a testament to the many injuries and times he had narrowly escaped death to help others.
"Yes Knives?"
"You didn't kill me.......why?"
"No one has the right to take the life of another, ever."
Vash then saw lights turn on inside some of the buildings, the flickering glow of lanterns that had just been lit illuminating the window with a ethereal glow. He noticed very surprised looking people come out into the dusty road.
"Who are you stranger?" an elderly woman asked, with her eyes looking over him and Knives.
"Please, can you help this man?" Vash said to them.
"What happened to him?" A small boy asked.
"He's been shot."
Vash had omitted the fact he was the one that had shot Knives.
"We'll do what we can, but what about you?" A man in somewhat dirty clothes asked.
"I need to go somewhere to think."
Vash then took Knives inside, and set him on a bed. He walked out without saying a word, and the family wondered why he frowned as he did. Vash walked out of the city, not going very far off. He walked just over a sand dune, and then sat down, and looked towards the night sky.
"Oh Rem, I miss you so badly......and this world.......will it ever be as green and full of life as the world you described to me? The world called Earth which you told me so much about...."
Vash sighed to himself in grief. How he'd missed Rem so badly. Vash sat there for what felt like hours looking into the night sky before he noticed it was getting brighter. He looked towards the horizon, and soon his mouth hung open in surprise.
"W-what.......there's only one sun! But there's always been two.......wait, one sun......just as Rem said........but......"
As the sun rose over the land, Vash's face went from one of surprise, to one of sheer joy. He smiled at the sight he beheld. Lush, green land, as far as he could see. Water, flowing across the land in a stream, a river as Rem said it was called. Vash looked to the moon that still hung in the sky. It wasn't nearly as close as Gunsmoke's moon, and he couldn't see a massive crater.
"This is.....Earth! But how did I get here? ......And how did I get this back?"
Vash, who had discarded his red coat in the deserts of Gunsmoke, was once again wearing the same coat. Vash stood up, and looked across the land. Where once the sand dune Vash sat upon was, he now stood on a hill overlooking a plentiful forest, an ocean of green. It was truly beautiful, a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life. He sat back down, and rested his hands on the ground. To his surprise, his right hand settled on something metallic. He looked to see what it was. Wolfwood's cross. He remembered Nicholas D. Wolfwood well, and remembered what he once said about this cross.
"Geez, that thing is heavy!" one of the men unloading the cross commented.
"That, my friends, is because it is so full of mercy." Nicholas told to them.
"Mercy....." Vash repeated to himself, "Someone has shown me mercy. I will not be selfish with this however. I will help people who are in need of help. Who knows? If this is the Earth Rem had described, then this must be the past. Rem had told me Earth had been ruined by over-use of it's resources, so this must be the past if the land is so alive! I might see Rem again! WHOO-HOOO!!!!!"
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New York City, Manhattan, Date 1998 April 11th.
Night had long since fallen in the "City that Never Sleeps". Over the city, unnoticed by all, were patrolling the guardians of the night, the gargoyles. In particular, over Madison Square Garden, a gargoyle who's skin color matched the grass on the ground was keeping a vigilant eye to the ground. Shortly, he heard a woman's scream. Lexington frowned.
"Uh-oh. I hope that's not what I think it is, and it's just a purse snatching I'm going to. I still remember that last time."
The incident Lexington referred to was a rather horrendous one. He didn't want to think about it. He glided down to a tree, and worked his way through the branches to the incident.
"You have my money, what more do you want?" the woman he heard yelled, being trapped up against another tree.
"Take a wild guess." the assailant told her.
"Why that no good....." Lexington started.
"You know, if you need money, you COULD just work harder at your job and EARN the money." They all heard someone to the left of the incident say.
"What the?" the assailant muttered as he looked.
Standing there under the light of a light set up in the garden's walking paths, stood a blonde haired man in a red coat, carrying a large cross shaped item wrapped in a cloth and black straps by one hand. He had a knowing sort of smirk on his face, and his sunglasses reflected the pole's light, obscuring his eyes.
"Of course, I don't really know how to help you with your need for love."
"Shut up!" The thief shouted as he brandished a gun.
Lexington wondered who this blonde man was when he heard a gunshot ring out. He looked at the man, thinking he'd been shot. His jaw hung open when he saw the red coated man was the one with the gun.
'I'm sure his hand was empty when I looked before.' Lexington thought to himself as he looked back to the thief, and his jaw dropped lower.
The man's felt hat, the kind that was mostly like a pillow you wore on your head, had been shot clean off his head without hitting the man, and the gun was now in pieces all over the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!" he screamed.
"Now-now, such language. There might be kids present." The blonde man retorted as he twirled the large, silver handgun on his finger, then had his arm bent all the way and the gun pointing towards the night sky.
'Man I love this trick. I hope whoever made that Robo-cop movie doesn't mind.' he thought to himself.
"My gun......wha.....my hat!!! What the hell are you!?! I only heard one shot!!!"
"I'm a defender of the innocent, and a friend to those who are in need of friends, but don't count on me helping you out of this mess, because I'm only friends to people that prefer to obey the law." The blonde man said as he set the cross down next to himself, then pulled one of the straps.
The cloth covering the cross and all the straps flew off, and the cross's many compartments opened up, revealing what could qualify as a whole gun shop's stock. The thief AND the woman were terrified. The man ran like hell itself was chasing him.
"I know I shouldn't, but I love doing that," he commented on his scaring act, then blinked, "Huh? Wait! I'M LETTING HIM GET AWAY!!!!" He yelped.
Lexington was already after the man, and shortly had him pinned down on the ground, beyond bushes that obscured view of him. Lexington checked the man's pulse.
"He's alive, but he must've been scared badly by that guy if my pouncing on him made him faint." he told himself as he looked over the bushes back to the man he saw.
He saw the man apparently reassuring the woman he meant no harm. Lexington couldn't help but snicker a little, having trouble keeping a straight face when he saw the woman slap the guy and run off. The guy held the side of his face, a large red mark very easily spotted on his face.
"But I was just trying to be helpful!! Aw man!" The man said, then held his head down in either shame or embarrassment.
'I wonder who this guy is.' Lexington thought to himself as he climbed up a tree, then leapt from it, and used the winds to glide away.
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Xanatos Enterprises Building, April 11th.
As Lexington returned to the castle, he immediately noticed the rest of his clan was present. He also noticed Elisa and Xanatos present too. He frowned. Something was up.
"Hey guys, what's new?" He asked as he landed.
"Elisa told us there's some vigilante out in the city that's doing exactly the kind of thing we are, except he's scared half of the people he's dropped off at the station with fancy gunplay." Brooklyn, a gargoyle with skin the color of clay soil, and a beak, answered.
"Right, the reports say that he...." Elisa started.
"Has blonde hair, a big red coat, and carries a cross with him?" Lexington asked.
The others looked at him, quite surprised.
"How'd you know?" Broadway, a portly gargoyle a lighter shade of green asked.
"Because I just saw him at Madison Garden."
Elisa took out a drawing.
"Did he look anything like this? This sketch was made from a description of him."
Elisa showed Lexington the sketch. All the details were represented, but some of them were a bit off.
"Well, basically, except he had black gloves on, and these glasses that made it impossible to see his eyes."
"Glasses?" Angela, the only female gargoyle there, who resembled her father, the largest of them, asked.
"Yeah."
"Some reports did mention yellow tinted sunglasses. It's probably the same man." Elisa commented.
Elisa frowned a bit as she put the sketch away.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Elisa asked Lexington.
"Well, I was patrolling when I heard a woman scream. I went down to help. Someone had taken the woman's purse, and was still after her when he showed up. It was weird. I know when he arrived, one hand was empty and the other was carrying that cross. When the thief drew a gun and I heard a shot fired though, the guy had a gun in his hand, and had shot the thief's gun into pieces AND shot the hat off of the thief."
Elisa looked a bit confused, as did the others.
"Could you run that by me again?" Brooklyn asked.
"The guy in the red coat had drawn his gun and shot the hat off the guy and shot the other gun into pieces with one shot I think."
"Then it has to be our man," Elisa noted, "That sounds like him alright."
"I wonder...." Goliath, Angela's father, and the leader of the gargoyles, mused. His face showed he was in serious though.
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Destine Manor, April 12th.
Demona was inside, in front of a fire, angry. She had no current plans, and was still as furious at humanity as always. Since she had no reason to go out this night, she had planned to catch up on much needed sleep, yet sleep would not easily come to her. She sat in front of the fire, an annoyed look on her face.
'Filthy humans........one day I will......'
Then a shrill scream snapped her out of her thoughts.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What in the world is that?" Demona mused as she opened a window shade to look.
Demona's expression immediately became one of anger as she saw a human out in front of her manor, then it turned to one of amusement as she watched the poor man scream and run around frantic to dodge the laser fire.
'This I want to see.' She thought to herself, hoping the man in the red coat would soon be blasted.
"AW COME ON, DON'T YOU EVER TAKE A BREAK!?!?!?!?!"
The continuing fire of the laser turrets gave him an answer.
"HOW'D I EVEN GET HERE ANYWAY!?!?!?! I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Demona watched the man, still waiting for him to be blasted. She soon became annoyed at how long it was taking.
'He is a very lucky human indeed. That, and a very loud one.'
Demona then noticed that the sun was beginning to rise. Soon she would need to leave for Nightstone.
'Damn, I'll have to miss him being blasted by the turrets.'
She closed the shade, and awaited her transformation into human form. She felt it come on her, quickly, and painfully, until she was completely human. She got dressed, noting that the turrets had finally stopped firing.
'I was right, I missed it.'
After awhile of preparation, she stepped outside, locked her door, and then turned to the lawn. She was stunned. Every single turret had been melted into a lump of metal except one, and the man was hanging onto it as it swung around.
"Hey lady! Can you help me out here? I kind of got lost and wandered in her by accident and now I'm stuck."
Demona couldn't believe it. How did one man ruin her security system? She gritted her teeth in anger, and opened a hidden compartment in one of the posts on the porch, and turned the security grid off. The turrets went back into the ground, and the man jumped off the last one. Demona noticed him panting.
"Gee, thanks."
"I didn't do it for you, I did it because I have to head to Nightstone now."
The man looked in her direction, with a confused look on his face.
"Nightstone? Is that some sort of garden around here, because I haven't heard of one yet."
"No you fool, it's a corporation!"
Demona's personal driver then drove up the lane in a limousine.
"Gee, nice car." the man commented.
The driver then stepped out and opened the door for his employer.
"Is he a friend of yours Ms. Destine?"
"No."
"Hey! Can either of you give me directions? I'm still lost you know!"
"Gregory...." Demona started.
"Yes Ms. Destine?" the driver replied.
"Let's just go now." Was the answer.
Demona stepped into the limo, as did Gregory.
"HEY WAIT! I'M STILL LOST!!!!" The man shouted, jumping around frantically.
Demona looked at him.
"What an idiotic......"
Demona then used her car phone as the limo pulled out to call the police. She also used the remote in her pocket to reactivate the security as the man went to the cross he had left on the ground to better dodge the lasers.
"What a night......."
He immediately heard the sound of the turrets coming out. His eyes went wide, and his mouth was wide open and his teeth clenched.
"Aw man! Not again!!!"
Despite only one remaining turret, he still had to dodge frantically.
"HEEEEEEEELLLP!!!!!!"
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Police Station, April 12th.
Elisa hadn't had much sleep, but she still had some paperwork to do. Then she heard some officers talking as they came in.
"Man, can you believe this guy? The vigilante that's been seen around town, that takes the law in his own hands, ends up getting lost and trapped at Dominique Destine's Manor with that crazy security of hers."
Elisa knew who they meant. She went to the door to look and get a better look.
"You're going to end up being charged with property damage you know." An officer told someone.
Elisa opened the door, and saw the man. He definitely matched the description.
"Could you tell her I'm sorry? I didn't really have a choice, or else I'd be fried like bacon." The blonde man told them.
"GOD! THIS THING IS HEAVY!!!" Two officers groaned, teeth clenched in pain as they carried in a large cross object wrapped in cloth.
Elisa then saw the man look at her, and she could see a look of recognition in his eyes. He stopped walking with the police.
"Rem? Is that you?" He asked.
"Who?" Elisa replied.
"....Uh, whoops. Gee, I'm terribly sorry. For a second, I thought you were someone I knew." He told her as he resumed walking along with the police.
The police behind them groaned, and dropped the cross. The cloth and strap sprang off, and the weapon/weapon storing cross was revealed. It also opened all the compartments.
"THE GUY'S CARRYING AROUND A HARDWARE STORE!!!" the officer yelped.
"Geez, how'd he carry all that around with one hand?" another commented.
They then brought the man to the officer at the desk.
"Name?" he was asked.
"My name? Vash."
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Well, how's the story?
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun, and I don't own Gargoyles. Happy? I'm more worried about people killing me for this fic than lawsuits anyway. And give me a break if my Gargoyles information is inaccurate. I'm a fan, but I haven't seen an episode in a LOOOOOOOONG time.
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Planet Gunsmoke, date unknown.
In the barren wastelands of a world with two suns, we see only desert land as far as the eye can see in any direction, save for one figure in clothes which would be EXCRUCIATINGLY HOT for anyone else, carrying someone in an equally impractical outfit. His blonde hair has been slicked up into spiky hair, a slight from upon this man's face, and yellow tinted sunglasses obscuring his eyes. This man, Vash the Stampede as he is known, also known as the Humanoid Typhoon, knew nothing of it, but soon, he would be rewarded for his many righteous deeds...
Nightfall, May City, Planet Gunsmoke, date unknown.
Night had long since fallen when Vash arrived. He was still carrying his defeated brother, Knives, and was looking for somewhere to stay the night, and have Knives' wounds tended to. The frown on his face had not left him.
"Hello?"
He heard no answer, save for the wind blowing gently through the town.
"Vash....."
Vash looked to Knives. Knives' face was still showing an expression of agony. Vash had reasoned by this point he had little tolerance for pain. The same could not be said for Vash, as the wounds on his body, the poorly done patching, the prosthetic left arm.....all of it a testament to the many injuries and times he had narrowly escaped death to help others.
"Yes Knives?"
"You didn't kill me.......why?"
"No one has the right to take the life of another, ever."
Vash then saw lights turn on inside some of the buildings, the flickering glow of lanterns that had just been lit illuminating the window with a ethereal glow. He noticed very surprised looking people come out into the dusty road.
"Who are you stranger?" an elderly woman asked, with her eyes looking over him and Knives.
"Please, can you help this man?" Vash said to them.
"What happened to him?" A small boy asked.
"He's been shot."
Vash had omitted the fact he was the one that had shot Knives.
"We'll do what we can, but what about you?" A man in somewhat dirty clothes asked.
"I need to go somewhere to think."
Vash then took Knives inside, and set him on a bed. He walked out without saying a word, and the family wondered why he frowned as he did. Vash walked out of the city, not going very far off. He walked just over a sand dune, and then sat down, and looked towards the night sky.
"Oh Rem, I miss you so badly......and this world.......will it ever be as green and full of life as the world you described to me? The world called Earth which you told me so much about...."
Vash sighed to himself in grief. How he'd missed Rem so badly. Vash sat there for what felt like hours looking into the night sky before he noticed it was getting brighter. He looked towards the horizon, and soon his mouth hung open in surprise.
"W-what.......there's only one sun! But there's always been two.......wait, one sun......just as Rem said........but......"
As the sun rose over the land, Vash's face went from one of surprise, to one of sheer joy. He smiled at the sight he beheld. Lush, green land, as far as he could see. Water, flowing across the land in a stream, a river as Rem said it was called. Vash looked to the moon that still hung in the sky. It wasn't nearly as close as Gunsmoke's moon, and he couldn't see a massive crater.
"This is.....Earth! But how did I get here? ......And how did I get this back?"
Vash, who had discarded his red coat in the deserts of Gunsmoke, was once again wearing the same coat. Vash stood up, and looked across the land. Where once the sand dune Vash sat upon was, he now stood on a hill overlooking a plentiful forest, an ocean of green. It was truly beautiful, a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life. He sat back down, and rested his hands on the ground. To his surprise, his right hand settled on something metallic. He looked to see what it was. Wolfwood's cross. He remembered Nicholas D. Wolfwood well, and remembered what he once said about this cross.
"Geez, that thing is heavy!" one of the men unloading the cross commented.
"That, my friends, is because it is so full of mercy." Nicholas told to them.
"Mercy....." Vash repeated to himself, "Someone has shown me mercy. I will not be selfish with this however. I will help people who are in need of help. Who knows? If this is the Earth Rem had described, then this must be the past. Rem had told me Earth had been ruined by over-use of it's resources, so this must be the past if the land is so alive! I might see Rem again! WHOO-HOOO!!!!!"
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New York City, Manhattan, Date 1998 April 11th.
Night had long since fallen in the "City that Never Sleeps". Over the city, unnoticed by all, were patrolling the guardians of the night, the gargoyles. In particular, over Madison Square Garden, a gargoyle who's skin color matched the grass on the ground was keeping a vigilant eye to the ground. Shortly, he heard a woman's scream. Lexington frowned.
"Uh-oh. I hope that's not what I think it is, and it's just a purse snatching I'm going to. I still remember that last time."
The incident Lexington referred to was a rather horrendous one. He didn't want to think about it. He glided down to a tree, and worked his way through the branches to the incident.
"You have my money, what more do you want?" the woman he heard yelled, being trapped up against another tree.
"Take a wild guess." the assailant told her.
"Why that no good....." Lexington started.
"You know, if you need money, you COULD just work harder at your job and EARN the money." They all heard someone to the left of the incident say.
"What the?" the assailant muttered as he looked.
Standing there under the light of a light set up in the garden's walking paths, stood a blonde haired man in a red coat, carrying a large cross shaped item wrapped in a cloth and black straps by one hand. He had a knowing sort of smirk on his face, and his sunglasses reflected the pole's light, obscuring his eyes.
"Of course, I don't really know how to help you with your need for love."
"Shut up!" The thief shouted as he brandished a gun.
Lexington wondered who this blonde man was when he heard a gunshot ring out. He looked at the man, thinking he'd been shot. His jaw hung open when he saw the red coated man was the one with the gun.
'I'm sure his hand was empty when I looked before.' Lexington thought to himself as he looked back to the thief, and his jaw dropped lower.
The man's felt hat, the kind that was mostly like a pillow you wore on your head, had been shot clean off his head without hitting the man, and the gun was now in pieces all over the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!" he screamed.
"Now-now, such language. There might be kids present." The blonde man retorted as he twirled the large, silver handgun on his finger, then had his arm bent all the way and the gun pointing towards the night sky.
'Man I love this trick. I hope whoever made that Robo-cop movie doesn't mind.' he thought to himself.
"My gun......wha.....my hat!!! What the hell are you!?! I only heard one shot!!!"
"I'm a defender of the innocent, and a friend to those who are in need of friends, but don't count on me helping you out of this mess, because I'm only friends to people that prefer to obey the law." The blonde man said as he set the cross down next to himself, then pulled one of the straps.
The cloth covering the cross and all the straps flew off, and the cross's many compartments opened up, revealing what could qualify as a whole gun shop's stock. The thief AND the woman were terrified. The man ran like hell itself was chasing him.
"I know I shouldn't, but I love doing that," he commented on his scaring act, then blinked, "Huh? Wait! I'M LETTING HIM GET AWAY!!!!" He yelped.
Lexington was already after the man, and shortly had him pinned down on the ground, beyond bushes that obscured view of him. Lexington checked the man's pulse.
"He's alive, but he must've been scared badly by that guy if my pouncing on him made him faint." he told himself as he looked over the bushes back to the man he saw.
He saw the man apparently reassuring the woman he meant no harm. Lexington couldn't help but snicker a little, having trouble keeping a straight face when he saw the woman slap the guy and run off. The guy held the side of his face, a large red mark very easily spotted on his face.
"But I was just trying to be helpful!! Aw man!" The man said, then held his head down in either shame or embarrassment.
'I wonder who this guy is.' Lexington thought to himself as he climbed up a tree, then leapt from it, and used the winds to glide away.
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Xanatos Enterprises Building, April 11th.
As Lexington returned to the castle, he immediately noticed the rest of his clan was present. He also noticed Elisa and Xanatos present too. He frowned. Something was up.
"Hey guys, what's new?" He asked as he landed.
"Elisa told us there's some vigilante out in the city that's doing exactly the kind of thing we are, except he's scared half of the people he's dropped off at the station with fancy gunplay." Brooklyn, a gargoyle with skin the color of clay soil, and a beak, answered.
"Right, the reports say that he...." Elisa started.
"Has blonde hair, a big red coat, and carries a cross with him?" Lexington asked.
The others looked at him, quite surprised.
"How'd you know?" Broadway, a portly gargoyle a lighter shade of green asked.
"Because I just saw him at Madison Garden."
Elisa took out a drawing.
"Did he look anything like this? This sketch was made from a description of him."
Elisa showed Lexington the sketch. All the details were represented, but some of them were a bit off.
"Well, basically, except he had black gloves on, and these glasses that made it impossible to see his eyes."
"Glasses?" Angela, the only female gargoyle there, who resembled her father, the largest of them, asked.
"Yeah."
"Some reports did mention yellow tinted sunglasses. It's probably the same man." Elisa commented.
Elisa frowned a bit as she put the sketch away.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Elisa asked Lexington.
"Well, I was patrolling when I heard a woman scream. I went down to help. Someone had taken the woman's purse, and was still after her when he showed up. It was weird. I know when he arrived, one hand was empty and the other was carrying that cross. When the thief drew a gun and I heard a shot fired though, the guy had a gun in his hand, and had shot the thief's gun into pieces AND shot the hat off of the thief."
Elisa looked a bit confused, as did the others.
"Could you run that by me again?" Brooklyn asked.
"The guy in the red coat had drawn his gun and shot the hat off the guy and shot the other gun into pieces with one shot I think."
"Then it has to be our man," Elisa noted, "That sounds like him alright."
"I wonder...." Goliath, Angela's father, and the leader of the gargoyles, mused. His face showed he was in serious though.
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Destine Manor, April 12th.
Demona was inside, in front of a fire, angry. She had no current plans, and was still as furious at humanity as always. Since she had no reason to go out this night, she had planned to catch up on much needed sleep, yet sleep would not easily come to her. She sat in front of the fire, an annoyed look on her face.
'Filthy humans........one day I will......'
Then a shrill scream snapped her out of her thoughts.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What in the world is that?" Demona mused as she opened a window shade to look.
Demona's expression immediately became one of anger as she saw a human out in front of her manor, then it turned to one of amusement as she watched the poor man scream and run around frantic to dodge the laser fire.
'This I want to see.' She thought to herself, hoping the man in the red coat would soon be blasted.
"AW COME ON, DON'T YOU EVER TAKE A BREAK!?!?!?!?!"
The continuing fire of the laser turrets gave him an answer.
"HOW'D I EVEN GET HERE ANYWAY!?!?!?! I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Demona watched the man, still waiting for him to be blasted. She soon became annoyed at how long it was taking.
'He is a very lucky human indeed. That, and a very loud one.'
Demona then noticed that the sun was beginning to rise. Soon she would need to leave for Nightstone.
'Damn, I'll have to miss him being blasted by the turrets.'
She closed the shade, and awaited her transformation into human form. She felt it come on her, quickly, and painfully, until she was completely human. She got dressed, noting that the turrets had finally stopped firing.
'I was right, I missed it.'
After awhile of preparation, she stepped outside, locked her door, and then turned to the lawn. She was stunned. Every single turret had been melted into a lump of metal except one, and the man was hanging onto it as it swung around.
"Hey lady! Can you help me out here? I kind of got lost and wandered in her by accident and now I'm stuck."
Demona couldn't believe it. How did one man ruin her security system? She gritted her teeth in anger, and opened a hidden compartment in one of the posts on the porch, and turned the security grid off. The turrets went back into the ground, and the man jumped off the last one. Demona noticed him panting.
"Gee, thanks."
"I didn't do it for you, I did it because I have to head to Nightstone now."
The man looked in her direction, with a confused look on his face.
"Nightstone? Is that some sort of garden around here, because I haven't heard of one yet."
"No you fool, it's a corporation!"
Demona's personal driver then drove up the lane in a limousine.
"Gee, nice car." the man commented.
The driver then stepped out and opened the door for his employer.
"Is he a friend of yours Ms. Destine?"
"No."
"Hey! Can either of you give me directions? I'm still lost you know!"
"Gregory...." Demona started.
"Yes Ms. Destine?" the driver replied.
"Let's just go now." Was the answer.
Demona stepped into the limo, as did Gregory.
"HEY WAIT! I'M STILL LOST!!!!" The man shouted, jumping around frantically.
Demona looked at him.
"What an idiotic......"
Demona then used her car phone as the limo pulled out to call the police. She also used the remote in her pocket to reactivate the security as the man went to the cross he had left on the ground to better dodge the lasers.
"What a night......."
He immediately heard the sound of the turrets coming out. His eyes went wide, and his mouth was wide open and his teeth clenched.
"Aw man! Not again!!!"
Despite only one remaining turret, he still had to dodge frantically.
"HEEEEEEEELLLP!!!!!!"
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Police Station, April 12th.
Elisa hadn't had much sleep, but she still had some paperwork to do. Then she heard some officers talking as they came in.
"Man, can you believe this guy? The vigilante that's been seen around town, that takes the law in his own hands, ends up getting lost and trapped at Dominique Destine's Manor with that crazy security of hers."
Elisa knew who they meant. She went to the door to look and get a better look.
"You're going to end up being charged with property damage you know." An officer told someone.
Elisa opened the door, and saw the man. He definitely matched the description.
"Could you tell her I'm sorry? I didn't really have a choice, or else I'd be fried like bacon." The blonde man told them.
"GOD! THIS THING IS HEAVY!!!" Two officers groaned, teeth clenched in pain as they carried in a large cross object wrapped in cloth.
Elisa then saw the man look at her, and she could see a look of recognition in his eyes. He stopped walking with the police.
"Rem? Is that you?" He asked.
"Who?" Elisa replied.
"....Uh, whoops. Gee, I'm terribly sorry. For a second, I thought you were someone I knew." He told her as he resumed walking along with the police.
The police behind them groaned, and dropped the cross. The cloth and strap sprang off, and the weapon/weapon storing cross was revealed. It also opened all the compartments.
"THE GUY'S CARRYING AROUND A HARDWARE STORE!!!" the officer yelped.
"Geez, how'd he carry all that around with one hand?" another commented.
They then brought the man to the officer at the desk.
"Name?" he was asked.
"My name? Vash."
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Well, how's the story?