Hello readers! If you're new, welcome to the party! If not, It's lovely to see you here again! This story was an old one of mine about two or three years ago. It was...not my best. As in, lots of grammar issues as well as pacing and spelling. Pretty much...flat. I still love the concept though, so I decided to revive it! I will be releasing updated versions of chapters until there will finally be brand new chapters out to continue the story. The first nine or so chapters that were originally up were not so great to begin with, but most of it will stay intact for the story's sake. (It was an awkward time for me then...)

Without further ado, please enjoy the story~

~~ CH. 1: One Persons Dream, Another's Nightmare ~~

"Okay. On the count of three. One...two...THREE!"

"..."

"I SAID THREE!"

"Oh! I thought you meant after three..."

"When I say 'on the count of three', it means ON THREE!"

"Yeesh. Could just say so."

"AGH! Just lift the damn TV!"

After having traveled all day with my family, you could say that my day had put my on a thin line of tolerance.

I should start with introducing myself. My name's Kinu; or Kat, which a lot of my friends call me. I haven't been out of school for long, but my family made it all too clear that I should move out as soon as I can. I haven't had the greatest time with them, as you might have seen. I've worked a few jobs here and there, scrounging up what I can to get by and to get packing.

My mom walked in after our struggle with the TV. My brother, Nick, was panting and sat on the old couch. "Its a nice place hun. You did well." I sighed. "I guess."

She came over and took my hands. "You're grown up now. I know you can do this. Pretty soon, we'll save up enough to put you in college. That made me a little more depressed than cheered me up.

"Mom, I was a 'C' and 'D' student. I barely made it. I will go to college when pigs fly." She looked at me sadly as I picked at my jeans.

"Hun, I know you had trouble in school, but don't give up hope. That's your problem. You don't believe in yourself." She patted my hands and went to the kitchen to put food in the new fridge. "Pretty soon, you'll be making those computers and DVD's."

I laughed. "You mean video games." She stopped and confusedly blinked several times. "Oh. Right. Of course."

It made me laugh even more.

By the time everything was in the apartment and ready for me to unpack, my mother and brother had left me to work. Thanks for the help you guys. I thought sourly.

"Well, I guess it isn't too bad. My moms not here to keep me from pasting stuff on the walls."

I began to pin my posters into my bedroom wall, which I hadn't gotten the pleasure to in my moms house. Pretty soon the walls looked like I wallpapered them into a collage of either anime and comics or bad D budget movies. So bad you gotta love them though...

Lastly at the bottom of the box, after digging through my various figures and crazy archive of weird memorabilia was my Trigun collection. I gave a satisfied sigh as I started to pull things out. It was a huge mish-mash of comics and CD's along with comics and figurines. I have a love for this series like no other.

I might have a problem. Maybe.

After setting everything up in my room, I stood back to survey it. "La' Magna...Mag... something 'fique. Note to self: You're not french."

I flopped onto my bed, looking up into the ceiling. My thoughts began to wonder.

Why cant my life be like a manga, or anime? Getting to run around and doing crazy things. I bet its fun.

What, like no one else has ever thought of that? Dared to dream that they could get whisked away by their favorite characters and stories.

I slowly sat up and plucked one of my Trigun volumes off the side of the bed. 'Sure, it's a desert wasteland...' I thought to myself. 'It's fun...and full of adventure...'

I looked outside with the manga laying on my stomach. The sun had already set, and stars had taken place of clouds in the night sky. A bright flash of light danced across black and I sat up straight to get a glimpse of the shooting star. "Whoa..."

I don't really know why, even now, why I sang. It just came instinctively. Like it was the right thing to do.

~ So...

Hitotsu me no yuri ni

iozu kara ~

~ Koishi ga sekai

ni ochiru~

Im not the best singer in the world, but I just contiued while looking at the night sky and tapped my fingers on the manga book.

~ So...

futatsu me

no yoru ni~

~ Koishi no ko ga te

wo tori warutsu~

~ Wo kaku~

My eyes started to feel like lead, and I could barely keep my self awake. I began to drift into sleep; feeling peaceful.

~ Sound Life ~

"Mmmm...turn off the lights, Nick..." I managed to mumble. My eyes were pried closed with sleep, but I could feel intense heat on me. I went to roll over in an attempt to cover my face with a pillow.

But what I didn't expect was the hard rock I grabbed and the sand that got into my mouth.

"PFFFFTTTHHHH! What the hell?"

I quickly opened my eyes and blinked several times to clear the fogginess in my vision. I was sprawled on the ground looking up into a giant bird-dinasour-thing.

"WAH! GIANT OSTRICH!" I wailed, jumping up as it squawked ( or hissed? ) at me. I backed away, splitting the distance between me and it. It just tipped its head in a curious manner and squawked/growled again. I took a closer look at it and noticed it had reins in its mouth that went to its back, complete with a saddle on its feathery back.

I scratched my head for a second. "Have I seen you...before?"

Another squawk/growl.

I finally snapped to reality and spun around in a circle, gathering my surroundings.

Sand.

Rocks.

Sand.

Sun.

Sand.

Giant Ostrich thing.

Sand.

Another Sun.

Wait...

My body went cold and the blood rushed from my head. 'No. No. This is just some freakish dream. I mean, it couldn't be! Could it?'

I turned back around and looked at the weird creature. It had begun using its hind leg to dig in the sand absently.

A Thomas. A bird like creature that is ridden on throughout a barren planet.

A planet called...Gunsmoke.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

Sand blew around me to almost welcome my feelings of loneliness in the dunes as I knelt to the ground; gripping my head in anxiety and confusion.

Just a dream. Just a dream. You fell asleep in your warm bed. You couldnt possibly be on Gunsmoke! ITS IMPOSSIBLE!

I felt like my brain was gonna explode.

"EEP!" I shrieked, as the Thomas pushed me on the butt, making me go face first into the sand. I lifted myself up, rubbing my face trying to get the feeling of rough scratchy sand off of me. I stared up at the Thomas, who seemed to desperately want out of the dessert.

"I guess...I have to figure this out." I got up and dusted the sand of my pants. I noticed I still had fallen asleep in my normal clothes, thank goodness. A big shirt and cargo pants with some sneakers. Not the best gear for the desert, but it would have to do.

"You. Ostrich. Care to give me a lift?" Not sure if it was going to answer me, I still wanted to give it a try. Walking through the desert was not the best option.

It made its squawk/growl as it let me get onto its back.

Okay. Let me make this clear: I have ridden a horse. And it was a gentle gallop though the mountains on a tour. I took the reins in my hands. "Uh. Um...how about...m-USH!"

On the slight command the Thomas took of full speed; me holding on for dear life. I would'vekept my eyes open, to, you know. SEE. But of course I got major whiplash and felt my stomach had gone up my throat.

'WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!'

At that time I hadn't really heard the gunshots and explosions ringing in the distance.