Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Vash the Stampede, and if
anyone's making money outta my story I'm both surprised and annoyed.
Author's notes: I've never done anything much longer than a one shot before. But this one's an epic. I don't know whether I'll ever finish, but hopefully I'll write well enough that someone will want me to. This is a post-series fic, detailing the lives of Vash, Knives, Milly Meryl and one baby boy Vash brings home.
WARNING: There are SPOILERS in this fic. I urge that you finish the series before starting my fic. Though this shouldn't be a surprising request, considering the fic is set post series.
Notes on content: There is nothing explicitly adult planned for this fic. But you know how TV shows warn of 'adult themes'? It's gonna have those. And to quote The Princess Bride movie, it's gonna have: pirates, fighting, true love, sports, swords, treachery, miracles and lottsa other juicy stuff you can sink your mind into. Send me a line if you think the rating should rise. Currently rated: PG.
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Without further ado I present: All life comes down to water.
Chapter 1: Thunder and Lightning
Our first view of Vash is also our final view of Vash. With his brother slung over his shoulders, he walks off into the sunset, away from the site of their final conflict, back towards 'civilisation', where the humans reside.
Vash has purpose, Knives does not. Being beaten by his brother, his human- loving, scarred up, wrong-headed brother was too much for him. He is beaten, conquered. And although it is Vash's wish that Knivesu change rather than be cowed, it will take much time for him to understand. Especially since Knives has shut down, mind and body, from the beating Vashu gave him. He now lolls bonelessly over Vashu's shoulder, being a very ungainly dead weight, and looking slightly silly. With his blood starting to pool in is head, his face is flushing a pretty pink. His beating was partly given with that dirty human weapon, carved as a symbol neither brother believed in. Not in the same way as it's real owner did. A weapon which now lies discarded by the great tree, along with other symbols, other items that can no longer serve their purpose.
But Vash won, and I guess this is what victory looks like.
The real battle is just on the verge of beginning. It will be a battle of wits against an adversary whose mind had once been a mirror, still is a mirror, identical just opposite, showing distorted images through the cracks. Someone whose thoughts have been baked into place during more than a century on this sun-scorched planet. In more ways than one, Vash has shouldered the burden of taking care of Knivezu. He shifts Knivezu to his other shoulder for a while. He takes a look at his brother as he is lowered and then raised again.
Knivezu, I will always take care of you.
Those are his thoughts, and it is the very chance to do so that brings Vash to weep silently. Knives is alive, and where there's life, there's hope. Vash's tears are a gentle rain, like that which sometimes happens on desert plains. Dry lightning and thunder rumble overhead, dangerous and sharp, sometimes never spilling a drop onto the thirsty ground. When the sound begins to fade, the whole land pauses in wait for the following rain. And finally, finally the needed rain has come, and the desert plains feel the caress of moisture, long awaited.
So, there is Vash, bereft of his geranium-red coat, lacking his gun and the great heavy 'holy symbol of ass-kicking' carried by Nicholas before him. His only burden is Knivesu. His brother. And he's freaking heavy. Vash is gonna need a good long rest, a stiff drink and a back massage by the time he gets where he's going. But his eyes narrow with determination and he continues through the long desert.
And lo it came to be that the brothers were reunited in that desert, in the place of the great conflict, and the world itself did rejoice. And it was in that time that Vashu began the last task given him by Rem, saviour of the first pilgrims.
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Please review. This is my first time writing in the Trigun universe. In your opinion, how am I doing?
(remember of course that this is the introduction, and much more is to come.) Feel free to e-mail me: my username is fault, at sluggy.net
Author's notes: I've never done anything much longer than a one shot before. But this one's an epic. I don't know whether I'll ever finish, but hopefully I'll write well enough that someone will want me to. This is a post-series fic, detailing the lives of Vash, Knives, Milly Meryl and one baby boy Vash brings home.
WARNING: There are SPOILERS in this fic. I urge that you finish the series before starting my fic. Though this shouldn't be a surprising request, considering the fic is set post series.
Notes on content: There is nothing explicitly adult planned for this fic. But you know how TV shows warn of 'adult themes'? It's gonna have those. And to quote The Princess Bride movie, it's gonna have: pirates, fighting, true love, sports, swords, treachery, miracles and lottsa other juicy stuff you can sink your mind into. Send me a line if you think the rating should rise. Currently rated: PG.
---
Without further ado I present: All life comes down to water.
Chapter 1: Thunder and Lightning
Our first view of Vash is also our final view of Vash. With his brother slung over his shoulders, he walks off into the sunset, away from the site of their final conflict, back towards 'civilisation', where the humans reside.
Vash has purpose, Knives does not. Being beaten by his brother, his human- loving, scarred up, wrong-headed brother was too much for him. He is beaten, conquered. And although it is Vash's wish that Knivesu change rather than be cowed, it will take much time for him to understand. Especially since Knives has shut down, mind and body, from the beating Vashu gave him. He now lolls bonelessly over Vashu's shoulder, being a very ungainly dead weight, and looking slightly silly. With his blood starting to pool in is head, his face is flushing a pretty pink. His beating was partly given with that dirty human weapon, carved as a symbol neither brother believed in. Not in the same way as it's real owner did. A weapon which now lies discarded by the great tree, along with other symbols, other items that can no longer serve their purpose.
But Vash won, and I guess this is what victory looks like.
The real battle is just on the verge of beginning. It will be a battle of wits against an adversary whose mind had once been a mirror, still is a mirror, identical just opposite, showing distorted images through the cracks. Someone whose thoughts have been baked into place during more than a century on this sun-scorched planet. In more ways than one, Vash has shouldered the burden of taking care of Knivezu. He shifts Knivezu to his other shoulder for a while. He takes a look at his brother as he is lowered and then raised again.
Knivezu, I will always take care of you.
Those are his thoughts, and it is the very chance to do so that brings Vash to weep silently. Knives is alive, and where there's life, there's hope. Vash's tears are a gentle rain, like that which sometimes happens on desert plains. Dry lightning and thunder rumble overhead, dangerous and sharp, sometimes never spilling a drop onto the thirsty ground. When the sound begins to fade, the whole land pauses in wait for the following rain. And finally, finally the needed rain has come, and the desert plains feel the caress of moisture, long awaited.
So, there is Vash, bereft of his geranium-red coat, lacking his gun and the great heavy 'holy symbol of ass-kicking' carried by Nicholas before him. His only burden is Knivesu. His brother. And he's freaking heavy. Vash is gonna need a good long rest, a stiff drink and a back massage by the time he gets where he's going. But his eyes narrow with determination and he continues through the long desert.
And lo it came to be that the brothers were reunited in that desert, in the place of the great conflict, and the world itself did rejoice. And it was in that time that Vashu began the last task given him by Rem, saviour of the first pilgrims.
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Please review. This is my first time writing in the Trigun universe. In your opinion, how am I doing?
(remember of course that this is the introduction, and much more is to come.) Feel free to e-mail me: my username is fault, at sluggy.net
