Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or any other anime - I just like making up stories…oh, and this is my second official fan fic and my first Trigun fan fic so I'll just apologize now if it sucks. Sorry!
Chapter One: The Things I Used To Do
My name isn't important. Neither is my past. The only thing that matters anymore is the future….and what a beautiful future it will be… Oh Rem, I hope you like it, I hope it's everything you wanted…
The suns were shining on the hot desert sand and the man was sweating profusely under their heat. Or, maybe it was the heat from his black body suit, which practically covered every inch of his flesh, or perhaps the red coat he wore over his suit. But then again, it might also be the fact that he had the body of a man his size flung over his shoulder.
"Ugh! I hate the sand!" the man whined as he trudged on. "It's all dry and such a pain to walk on! Every time I take a step it shifts and settles under my boot and – ugh I hate it!" He stumbled a bit and shifted the weight of the body from one shoulder to the other with a grunt and a heavy sigh.
"Oh, and you're heavy too! I mean, what have you been eating? Those evil pills must be made out of bricks! Aww man! Why does this stuff always happen to me?"
The man chattered on, as though the body he carried was conscious or in the slightest bit aware of his complaints. Geez, how many more iles do I have to walk with him? He squinted into the horizon searching for a city, or town or anything where he could lay his heavy load down. Man! I don't remember it being this far out here! He sighed. But it's worth it; we're getting a fresh start Knives….
Iles away, a typewriter rang out in the early morning silence…
The city wasn't exactly flourishing, but it wasn't wasting away either. It had only one hotel, and the only sounds of life were resonating from this facility. The hotel was small and it had two floors, the first acted as a sort of restaurant/saloon while the second consisted of bedrooms. From the first bedroom left of the staircase two women were beginning their morning routine. The taller woman was absorbed in her coffee and donuts, grinning madly in the direction of the typewriter. Its keys were being mercilessly pounded by the woman seated before it.
"Now Meryl, if you don't eat something you won't have any energy for the busy day we're gonna have, and when we do find Mr. Vash you'll be too tired to give him the talking to that he deserves." The taller woman's high pitched voice blended well with the typewriter rings.
The woman seated at the keyboard glanced up. It was unlike Meryl Stryfe to abandon her breakfast, but, the report would be late if she didn't finish it soon and Meryl was nothing if not punctual.
"Millie, breakfast can wait, this report has to be finished today. Besides, it's not like breakfast is going to grow legs and walk away." The small woman raked her fingers through her short black hair for a moment and reflected on her report;
…Meryl Stryfe, reporting on our ongoing status control of one; Vash the Stampede, also referred to as The Humanoid Typhoon. My partner and I have lost contact with the target as of 5 days ago. We have general ideas of his current whereabouts, but we have not gathered decisive evidence at this point. This is the 2nd town we have visited and we are scheduled to move on tomorrow…
She sighed heavily. What's the point? He's not going to be there either… Oh Vash, I'm sorry things had to be this way. Please, let me find you! Please!
"Alright Sempai, finished?" the chirpy voice of her co-worker broke through her thoughts.
"Almost," she smiled in return. "There isn't a lot to say this time around, I guess."
"We'll find him Meryl. Or, he'll find us. It always works out that way."
"I hope you're right Millie, I really hope you're right." Meryl had to laugh to keep her tears from showing.
Thud! The body dropped onto the sand lifeless and heavy. The tall man who dropped it breathed in deeply. His obvious exhaustion made him a little careless with the body of his twin. His aqua eyes squinted about him. It was so quiet. But, back to business, Vash the Stampede had paused to drink what was left of the small satchel of water he had managed to keep hole-free during his shoot out with his brother. He sighed. Well Knives, here we are. He looked up at a massive ship, a preserved memorial to lost technology hanging partially in the sky, but also partially crashed into the desert. When we came here all those years ago, it was I who waited for you, but this time we're both going in. Vash again picked up his brother's body and headed toward the ship. Forgive me Meryl, forgive me for abandoning you.
Perhaps someday, someday I can make it up to you.
To be continued...
I hope you like this first chapter let me know what I need to do to make it better.