Disclaimer: I do not own Trigunor it's characters, even though I wish I did. I just own the plot.
A Loan Wolf Left for Dead
By Blackflame418
A man in a navy blue suit places a pair of black sunglasses over his dark eyes in attempt to shield out the sun's bright rays. Everyday since his wounds have begun to heal, he has sat in the middle row of church pews glaring out the open window, pondering upon his very existence. His glance shifts to the large cross and statue of Christ as if to ask him "Why?" The man sitting in the empty church reflects on what happened that day and there after.
He came here hoping to confess to his sins before he died, leaving this dreaded planet forever. Just as his eyes closed, he was shaken back into the world. God himself told him he couldn't leave this world just yet, or so he thought. The priest of the church cared for him until he was revived of both his physical and spiritual wounds.
In later months, he came to ask the priest, "Why am I still alive? I should have died that day."
"Nicolas, it is rare, but it was His," referring to the good Lord himself, "decision. He wanted you to live. Maybe for some work you left unfinished. But He let you live for a reason." The priest patted Nicolas D. Wolfwood on the shoulder and got up to leave. Nicolas then sat alone in silence. He looked up to the cross and whispered, "Thank you."
Walking out to the front of the church, he sat on the small porch it contained and lit up a cigarette. Yet again his mind began to wonder.
"He let me live for unfinished work? Could it be that I have to get back to the girls…and." He paused to look up at the sun, "him?"
As those words left his lips he peered out into the desolate desert. Coming toward him were two figures. One carrying the other and also a large, and familiar cross. Trailing behind the one was the tail of a coat and dust kicking up behind him with every step.
Author's Note: The events from this short story sort of fall into my Trigun fic that is currently still in the works. R&R please!