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((NOOOOOOO I'M GONNA CRY!))

Black Jack's only intent in going out to the city was to run errands and enjoy some Ochazuke before he left Japan for an important operation. What he got, instead, was a shirt coated with tea and rice, as a ridiculous looking man in an impractical red coat bumped into him, a small black cat in his arms. It looked far from healthy, though with the man obscuring the creature, Black Jack couldn't determine exactly what was wrong with it. Besides, the strange man was distracting his analytical capabilities somewhat. 

He seemed to be wearing armor, kevlar or something similar, with an almost impractical amount of belts all over him. There was a ridiculous amount of buttons on his asymmetrical, eye-catching red coat, and more startlingly, a gun. How did one get a gun past the current laws? He must have either been rich, a foreigner, or dangerous-- possibly a combination of the three. After all, he was obviously not an on-duty cop.

Strangely bent, opaque yellow glasses obscured his eyes somewhat, which was likely their intent. They didn't seem very effective for anything despite that, except perhaps protecting eyes from the harsh sun. Even so, they had a glare to them that made sight impractical. Clearly more for hiding the expression than anything else. And then there was the hair... well, he wasn't in a position to comment on strange hair, but the styling was definitely unusual. Even more so because it didn't seem to actually be styled. It seemed to be hanging naturally, gravity be damned. 

All of this was processed in a few moments, and once the strangeness wore off, an expression of irritation was plain on his face. After all, it was his favorite food that was now all over his suit. 

It had been a mostly sleepy day. Surprisingly, he finally lost his captors this time. Or at least, he hadn't seen them in a week. Maybe if he kept himself well-hidden, he could stay here for a while. Possibly even find some work. Needless to say, his spirits were high, but he was still tired. It was always too loud around here, what with the rowdy drunks that seemed to populate every town he visited. His eyes fluttered as he fell asleep comfortably in the shade of a nearby house, and time seemed to slowly march on.

That is, until the gunshots rang out. He practically jumped onto his feet, and peeked out to see what was happening. He heard a loud, high-pitched shriek. Various deep, angry voices yelled harsh words at a man in red. Hart didn't understand, but he was at least relieved to see that it wasn't the men who had been after him from before. These were other bandits.

Besides, they were clearly after the blonde man anyway, who despite all his effort, didn't seem to be hurting anybody. He simply found a way to make them all unable to fight anymore. Honestly, it was really admirable to Hart. He didn't believe in violence. 

The one thing that finally made Hart lose his cool was his last shot. He meant it to hit one man, but someone else got in the way at the last second. The person screamed and fell to the floor. That man in red froze where he stood, and another shot rang out. When he opened his eyes again, blood was dripping from the side of the red-coated man's face.

Well... this was embarrassing. There was a new Vash, one that didn't have any idea what he was like, and he was meeting him for the first time while expecting. This was going to leave a terrible, terrible first impression, wasn't it? Too late now. He never did make a good first impression anyway, so he might as well just roll with it.

*click* it took fuery a moment to realize what had just happened when a grey face mysteriously handcuffed his right wrist. what just hap- fuery's train of thought was cut short by right next to him shouting:"PLEASE DON’T TAKE ME TO JAIL. I’M A GOOD BOY, I’LL BEHAVE!" it was when the tall man raised his left arm in the air, dragging Fuery's with it that he realized what happened.