Disclaimer:
I do not own Trigun. I am not creative enough to come up with the marvel
that is Trigun. Nor will I pretend that any of these characters are of my
own creation. There may be a lame henchmen without a nametag that could
come from my own limited imagination, but that's as far as it goes.
However, I am a huge fan of Trigun, and a bit of an obsessive, so I have
decided to write my very own fanfiction. Be prepared for fluff!.
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Gray eyes gazed intently at the front gates of a dusty little town lying in wait in the shadows of the dusty planet that had become the new home of the battered human race.
She pulled her knees up to her chest like a shield, her chin resting atop them like a careful watcher. Her night clothing, an oversized white shirt, blew gently in the wind, revealing long sturdy legs. She released an almost inaudible sigh, wrapped both arms about her knees as if to comfort herself.
"How long has she been like that?" A voice, unheard by the gray-eyed woman, asked from within a small residence not too far from where the woman sat.
"She goes out there every morning to wait," Millie responded, her voice forelorned, seeming to share in the woman's pain. And she did, although Millie didn't have the luxury of being able to wait for the man for whom her heart beat. She knew he wouldn't return. Millie's kind, though sad eyes turned to the townsman who had come to visit and 'check up on' the girls.
The grizzled old man seemed to consider this, scratching his beard in thought. "And what do you think, Ms. Millie? Do you think the young man she's waiting for will come back?"
Millie seemed to earnestly consider the question for a moment before she answered, quietly, "I don't know."
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Meryl rubbed a hand across her eyes, angrily commanding her tears to stay back. She pulled her knees tighter to her chest, attempting to ward off the sharp ache in her heart. Another sigh fell past her lips, tumbling down into the layer of dirt that covered the well upon which she perched. A thousand thoughts sped about her mind, prodding her in sensitive places.
He'll come back. I know he will. He has to....
And why? Why did he have to? Her mind wondered. He owed her nothing. Hell, he probably didn't even like her the way she liked him. No, it went beyond like. Her heart had been stolen by the clueless gunman, and he didn't seem to even know it.
"I love you, Vash" she had whispered a million and one times to the darkness of her room, as she spent another sleepless night, curled up in a chair, her forehead against the cool glass of her window, hoping to catch a glimpse of red coat in the spare lamplight of the streets below. Her heart had leapt to her throat anytime a wayward drunk had stumbled down the street, and afterwards her hopes plumeted back down to rock bottom. She couldn't count the times she had cried over his absense. She didn't want to. It was so hard to cry silently, although she found herself becoming increasingly good at it. She had never wished to awaken Millie, who now slept in the same room as her. The both of them found it too painful to have a big empty room to themselves. whenever Meryl spent another night crying herself to sleep she would keep careful watch over her best friend's small twin bed, making sure she didn't wake up. She knew that Millie would worry, and she didn't want to cause her friend any more undue stress than she already had.
The angle of the sun suddenly brought Meryl back to the present. It was already afternoon. The morning was gone. Tears welled up in her eyes. He hadn't come. Again. And it had been weeks since he left.
She forced herself up, swiping angrily at her own tears. She really had to stop this. Most likely Vash hadn't come back because he didn't want to come back. And why should he? All she could ever do when he was around was screech, nag, and mumble about the amount of paperwork she had. She had never been able to tell him why she acted like this. She didn't have the courage to tell him that it was all a mask, that she wore because she was afraid. That she had never loved before and the new emotion scared her to the tips of her toes. And now, it seemed, she would never have the chance to tell him the secret message in her heart.
With one final look at the deserted road leading into the city, Meryl turned and entered the house.
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"Good morning Meryl!" Millie said cheerfully, carefully disguising the worry in her voice. Wearing an apron complete with the face of kurineko on the front, Millie seemed every bit as happy and carefree as she had been before the....incident.
"Good morning, Millie," Meryl returned, a smile plastered on her face like paint on a wall. She gave her weary form over to the comfort of one of the chairs in the kitchen, slinging one arm over the back in a carefree motion. Moments later a plate heaped with eggs, pancakes, and sausage was placed before her.
"Eat up!" Millie crowed, beaming with pride at her own culinary genius. Meryl smiled, genuinely, though it was only a ghost of what she was, at one time, capable of. Millie always gave her an elephant's portion of food, despite the fact that Meryl barely ate these days. Meryl's gaze left the steaming food in front of her, raising to take in the entire table. Another plate was set on the opposite side of where she sat, Millie sliding into a chair, her smile ever in place. Meryl, however, wasn't concentrating on Millie's side of the table. Her eyes, instead, took in the empty chair next to her. A sad smile whispered itself across her lips. The first couple of mornings after Vash had left, Millie would accidentally set out an extra plate. She would blush when she realized her mistake, hurridly taking it away in hopes that Meryl wouldn't notice. But Meryl's sharp eyes always noticed. It broke her heart, thinking of the times they had argued over some trivial thing at breakfast. She wished with all her heart that her last days with him had been spent in happiness.
"I couldn't tell him!," Her own voice echoed in her ears. She had cried that to Millie, as Vash had walked away to face his greatest enemy; his brother. And she had stayed behind in this lonely town, praying every day that she would see his tall lanky form strutting triumphantly through the gates. His smile haunted her, his voice taunted her; even the memory of him packing away mountains of donuts painfully squeezed her already injured heart.
"I've been thinking..." Millie's voice cut through the clouds of memory, once again bringing Meryl back to their small kitchen, where the two of them sat alone.
Seeing that she had Meryl's attention, Millie went on. "Maybe...we should leave here".
Meryl's eyebrows almost shot off the top of her head, so Millie hurried on. "This town is so full of memories, and pain. We could request to go back to headquarters, back to our desk jobs. And perhaps leave the past behind".
Meryl was silent for a long time. Millie amazed her sometimes. Though her exterior made her seem almost slow of mind, and simple, Millie's intellect cut very deep.
Locking eyes with her partner, and best friend, Meryl could plainly see the hope twinkling in Millie's eyes.
She wants to leave...she wants to run away from the pain as badly as I do....
Taking on her stoic, work-a-holic form instantaneously, Meryl smiled. "You know Millie? That sounds like a great idea. I'm getting tired of rotting out here in the outskirts, and undoubtedly the chief doesn't want us out here doing nothing. I'll write the chief a letter about it tonight. We can send it off tomorrow. Hopefully, by the end of this month, we can be out of this god-foresaken town!"
Millie smiled, though it never quite reached her eyes. The unspoken language between them said that really, neither of them could stand the silence echoing through the house anymore.
That night they went to bed without a word to each other, each lost in thoughts of the future, and what it held. They were both still very young, and had 'their whole lives in front of them'. They both, however, felt as if they had already lost their lives, to bulletholes and blood. ***********************
Well, let me know what you think ^_^
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Gray eyes gazed intently at the front gates of a dusty little town lying in wait in the shadows of the dusty planet that had become the new home of the battered human race.
She pulled her knees up to her chest like a shield, her chin resting atop them like a careful watcher. Her night clothing, an oversized white shirt, blew gently in the wind, revealing long sturdy legs. She released an almost inaudible sigh, wrapped both arms about her knees as if to comfort herself.
"How long has she been like that?" A voice, unheard by the gray-eyed woman, asked from within a small residence not too far from where the woman sat.
"She goes out there every morning to wait," Millie responded, her voice forelorned, seeming to share in the woman's pain. And she did, although Millie didn't have the luxury of being able to wait for the man for whom her heart beat. She knew he wouldn't return. Millie's kind, though sad eyes turned to the townsman who had come to visit and 'check up on' the girls.
The grizzled old man seemed to consider this, scratching his beard in thought. "And what do you think, Ms. Millie? Do you think the young man she's waiting for will come back?"
Millie seemed to earnestly consider the question for a moment before she answered, quietly, "I don't know."
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Meryl rubbed a hand across her eyes, angrily commanding her tears to stay back. She pulled her knees tighter to her chest, attempting to ward off the sharp ache in her heart. Another sigh fell past her lips, tumbling down into the layer of dirt that covered the well upon which she perched. A thousand thoughts sped about her mind, prodding her in sensitive places.
He'll come back. I know he will. He has to....
And why? Why did he have to? Her mind wondered. He owed her nothing. Hell, he probably didn't even like her the way she liked him. No, it went beyond like. Her heart had been stolen by the clueless gunman, and he didn't seem to even know it.
"I love you, Vash" she had whispered a million and one times to the darkness of her room, as she spent another sleepless night, curled up in a chair, her forehead against the cool glass of her window, hoping to catch a glimpse of red coat in the spare lamplight of the streets below. Her heart had leapt to her throat anytime a wayward drunk had stumbled down the street, and afterwards her hopes plumeted back down to rock bottom. She couldn't count the times she had cried over his absense. She didn't want to. It was so hard to cry silently, although she found herself becoming increasingly good at it. She had never wished to awaken Millie, who now slept in the same room as her. The both of them found it too painful to have a big empty room to themselves. whenever Meryl spent another night crying herself to sleep she would keep careful watch over her best friend's small twin bed, making sure she didn't wake up. She knew that Millie would worry, and she didn't want to cause her friend any more undue stress than she already had.
The angle of the sun suddenly brought Meryl back to the present. It was already afternoon. The morning was gone. Tears welled up in her eyes. He hadn't come. Again. And it had been weeks since he left.
She forced herself up, swiping angrily at her own tears. She really had to stop this. Most likely Vash hadn't come back because he didn't want to come back. And why should he? All she could ever do when he was around was screech, nag, and mumble about the amount of paperwork she had. She had never been able to tell him why she acted like this. She didn't have the courage to tell him that it was all a mask, that she wore because she was afraid. That she had never loved before and the new emotion scared her to the tips of her toes. And now, it seemed, she would never have the chance to tell him the secret message in her heart.
With one final look at the deserted road leading into the city, Meryl turned and entered the house.
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"Good morning Meryl!" Millie said cheerfully, carefully disguising the worry in her voice. Wearing an apron complete with the face of kurineko on the front, Millie seemed every bit as happy and carefree as she had been before the....incident.
"Good morning, Millie," Meryl returned, a smile plastered on her face like paint on a wall. She gave her weary form over to the comfort of one of the chairs in the kitchen, slinging one arm over the back in a carefree motion. Moments later a plate heaped with eggs, pancakes, and sausage was placed before her.
"Eat up!" Millie crowed, beaming with pride at her own culinary genius. Meryl smiled, genuinely, though it was only a ghost of what she was, at one time, capable of. Millie always gave her an elephant's portion of food, despite the fact that Meryl barely ate these days. Meryl's gaze left the steaming food in front of her, raising to take in the entire table. Another plate was set on the opposite side of where she sat, Millie sliding into a chair, her smile ever in place. Meryl, however, wasn't concentrating on Millie's side of the table. Her eyes, instead, took in the empty chair next to her. A sad smile whispered itself across her lips. The first couple of mornings after Vash had left, Millie would accidentally set out an extra plate. She would blush when she realized her mistake, hurridly taking it away in hopes that Meryl wouldn't notice. But Meryl's sharp eyes always noticed. It broke her heart, thinking of the times they had argued over some trivial thing at breakfast. She wished with all her heart that her last days with him had been spent in happiness.
"I couldn't tell him!," Her own voice echoed in her ears. She had cried that to Millie, as Vash had walked away to face his greatest enemy; his brother. And she had stayed behind in this lonely town, praying every day that she would see his tall lanky form strutting triumphantly through the gates. His smile haunted her, his voice taunted her; even the memory of him packing away mountains of donuts painfully squeezed her already injured heart.
"I've been thinking..." Millie's voice cut through the clouds of memory, once again bringing Meryl back to their small kitchen, where the two of them sat alone.
Seeing that she had Meryl's attention, Millie went on. "Maybe...we should leave here".
Meryl's eyebrows almost shot off the top of her head, so Millie hurried on. "This town is so full of memories, and pain. We could request to go back to headquarters, back to our desk jobs. And perhaps leave the past behind".
Meryl was silent for a long time. Millie amazed her sometimes. Though her exterior made her seem almost slow of mind, and simple, Millie's intellect cut very deep.
Locking eyes with her partner, and best friend, Meryl could plainly see the hope twinkling in Millie's eyes.
She wants to leave...she wants to run away from the pain as badly as I do....
Taking on her stoic, work-a-holic form instantaneously, Meryl smiled. "You know Millie? That sounds like a great idea. I'm getting tired of rotting out here in the outskirts, and undoubtedly the chief doesn't want us out here doing nothing. I'll write the chief a letter about it tonight. We can send it off tomorrow. Hopefully, by the end of this month, we can be out of this god-foresaken town!"
Millie smiled, though it never quite reached her eyes. The unspoken language between them said that really, neither of them could stand the silence echoing through the house anymore.
That night they went to bed without a word to each other, each lost in thoughts of the future, and what it held. They were both still very young, and had 'their whole lives in front of them'. They both, however, felt as if they had already lost their lives, to bulletholes and blood. ***********************
Well, let me know what you think ^_^