- Title -
Our December.
- Author - EngelWachterInderHolle.
= Disc.= I do not own Trigun, nor do I own the creators. ^__^; but if I did, then I'd love to have legato, wahahahahahahahaha::cough cough::.
- Title - The Snow Falls like Tears of Red.
- Chapter - One.
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"Merry Christmas!!!" Meryl exclaimed as she entered Vash's house.
Silence.
Meryl frowned and set the large, red present on the table beside her. "Vash??"
"Vash! You answer me right now or I-"
Vash entered the hallway. His face pale and his chest was soaked with sweat. "M-meryl, hi. Sorry, I was just..."
He collapsed to the floor and Meryl rushed to his aid. "Vash! Vash, wake up! What's wrong?!"
Vash was out cold and his whole body was like a furnace. "The flu....it's been going around," Meryl muttered as she chewed on her thumbnail.
She got to her feet and picked up the telephone, dialing Milly's phone number. "Hi, Milly. I need your help, Vash has the flu and it looks like he only had a short time to notice the cases before he passed out," she said.
Meryl hung up the phone and turned to Vash, her eyes full of tears. "You'll be alright, Vash. Milly's coming and we'll fix you right up."
She walked over and nelt beside Vash, picking him up slightly so his head rested on her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled slightly. "You look like an angel when you're asleep...er...passed out," she whispered.
The door burst open and Milly stepped in with a huge bag of medical aid supplies. "Milly Thompson at your service!" She exclaimed with a smile.
"Carry Vash to his room and place him on the bed while I get a wet rag for his forehead," Meryl said.
Milly nodded and picked Vash up, rushing up the staircase. Meryl watched them go and as they turned a corner, she collapsed to the floor. Tears sliding down her cheeks. "I don't know why I'm crying...but, it's been so long since I've seen him. Two years maybe? He hasn't changed at all," she mumbled.
Her hand searched for a towel and she brought one down, drying her eyes as she got to her feet. Meryl entered the kitchen and ran the water cold.
"Now now Mr.Vash, Meryl and I are going to take care of you," Milly said.
Meryl entered the room and nelt beside the bed, placing the wet rag on his forehead. "I have it under control, Milly. You can go home and celebrate christmas."
Milly shook her head. "I have no one to celebrate with, Meryl."
"Your family, Milly. I'll take care of Vash."
Milly nodded and smiled. "You take care of him, Meryl! Or I'll be back!"
She rushed out of the room and Meryl looked at Vash. "I'll take care of you Vash," she whispered.
"Meryl?"
Meryl stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes. "Oh! I've fallen asleep!" She gasped and got to her feet.
Vash was sitting up in his bed, his skin almost back to normal. "You stayed here all night?" He asked.
"Yes Vash, I did."
Vash smirked. "I knew you couldn't resist me. It only had to be a waiting game for you, because of all those other ladies."
Meryl's whole ego melted and she growled. "What!? You take that back!"
"Take the truth back? But why?"
"It is not the truth!!!"
Vash's smile became only a quirk at the corner of his mouth. "I saw the present on the table before I passed out. Was that for me?" He asked with an innocent voice.
Meryl almost blushed at how he looked and sounded. It had been so long since she talked with him and she had to accept the fact he wouldn't age and was always going to look like he did. "Yeah, is there something wrong with getting a friend a present on christmas?" She inquired while folding her arms across her chest with a pout.
"I never recieved gifts. It kind of surprises me that Meryl Strife, the woman who constently ratted on me and made fun of me like children do on the playground, would get me a gift."
"Oh shut up!"
"There you go Meryl, yelling obscenities. Santa might get a lump of cole for you."
Meryl snorted and Vash tried to get out of bed, but he quickly fell back. Out of breath from the extent of energy he was using to get up. "Oh, vash! You're so difficult at times!" Meryl grumbled.
"I was going to go to the bathroom," he replied.
"Then I'll help you to the bathroom."
She was surprised at how nice she was being to Vash. She thought of him as an annoying, lady chasing and obnoxious man with no brain. She let Vash put his arm around her shoulder as she helped him to the bathroom. "Oh, meryl."
"Yes?"
"I need help to stand up when I'm going, coul-"
"No. You should be grateful I'm at least holding up some of your weight," Meryl snapped.
Vash smiled. "I was joking, Meryl."
Meryl leaned against the wall as Vash relieved himself. Her mind wandered back to when they first met. She had found him to be a goofball without a cause. A male version of Milly. But now, she felt the pull of other emotions. "It's just more hate towards him," she reassured herself.
Vash opened the door and nearly scared Meryl out of her skin as he brushed her cheek with his hand while getting a hold on the wall. Meryl let him lean on her again and she led him back to bed. "I'll make you some broth. You just rest," Meryl said, but it sounded more in the line of an order.
"Can I have my present?" Vash asked while fiddling with his sheets.
"It's not Christmas Eve yet, Vash. Besides, don't get greedy."
Vash nodded and Meryl left the room. "I didn't get anything for her though," Vash mumbled and looked over at the window.
He struggled to get up and succeeded.
Meryl stood in the kitchen and looked around for a soup bottle or anything resembling it. Vash's house was large and kept tidy, maybe Milly came by once a week and cleaned house. A new emotion burned inside of Meryl. Jealousy. "Hahahaha! Jealousy is the last thing I'd feel!" She laughed.
Meryl nelt down and opened the cupboard, searching for a can of soup or broth.
Vash leaped down out the window and landed in a dune of snow. He only wore a robe and long pants. Vash trudged and dragged his feet on the snowy streets, the cold seeping through his robe and into his skin. "I have to get Meryl something for Christmas. Or it won't be right for me to get a present from her," he said before he sneezed.
Meryl turned on the tv and switched it to the news. "It's going to be a horrible winter folks. Temperatures are down below zero and a huge snowstorm will be coming through at six thirty. Prepare yourself and be sure to bundle up when you will be going out. Frostbite is most sure if you don't bundle up," the news reporter said.
Meryl looked up at the clock. "Six twenty. Only ten minutes before that storm hits," she groaned.
The soup finished and Meryl carried it up to Vash's room. A gust of cold wind hit her as she entered the room. The soup bowl shattered as it hit the floor and she was already at the window. "Vash!!!!"She cried out the window.
"Oh god..."
Vash looked into a window at a shop and smiled slightly. His face was pale and icicles had formed on his eyebrows. A beautiful golden necklace was in the window and he walked to the door. Vash entered the store and the manager looked up. "By god! What the hell are you doing out in that outfit?" He exclaimed.
"I want to purchase that necklace you have in the window," Vash said.
"But-"
"Please! I need to purchase that necklace," Vash demanded.
"Sure sure, anything you want buddy."
Vash bought the necklace and tucked it into his breast pocket. He exited the store and headed back after he had a glimpse at the clock. Six twenty eight.
Meryl ran as fast as she could down the street. "Vash!!!" She called.
Her heart was racing with worry and fear. The cold was biting her ears and her hands were numb. "Vash!"
Vash's vision became hazy as he stumbled. "I'll be fine," he said.
"Vash!!!"
Vash looked up and saw someone running towards him. Everything became black and cold as he passed out. "Vash!!"
-- To Be Continued. -- Hahahaha, I've included Milly and Meryl in a fic! First time and I think I like it. Pleaze review ^__^;
- Author - EngelWachterInderHolle.
= Disc.= I do not own Trigun, nor do I own the creators. ^__^; but if I did, then I'd love to have legato, wahahahahahahahaha::cough cough::.
- Title - The Snow Falls like Tears of Red.
- Chapter - One.
===
"Merry Christmas!!!" Meryl exclaimed as she entered Vash's house.
Silence.
Meryl frowned and set the large, red present on the table beside her. "Vash??"
"Vash! You answer me right now or I-"
Vash entered the hallway. His face pale and his chest was soaked with sweat. "M-meryl, hi. Sorry, I was just..."
He collapsed to the floor and Meryl rushed to his aid. "Vash! Vash, wake up! What's wrong?!"
Vash was out cold and his whole body was like a furnace. "The flu....it's been going around," Meryl muttered as she chewed on her thumbnail.
She got to her feet and picked up the telephone, dialing Milly's phone number. "Hi, Milly. I need your help, Vash has the flu and it looks like he only had a short time to notice the cases before he passed out," she said.
Meryl hung up the phone and turned to Vash, her eyes full of tears. "You'll be alright, Vash. Milly's coming and we'll fix you right up."
She walked over and nelt beside Vash, picking him up slightly so his head rested on her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled slightly. "You look like an angel when you're asleep...er...passed out," she whispered.
The door burst open and Milly stepped in with a huge bag of medical aid supplies. "Milly Thompson at your service!" She exclaimed with a smile.
"Carry Vash to his room and place him on the bed while I get a wet rag for his forehead," Meryl said.
Milly nodded and picked Vash up, rushing up the staircase. Meryl watched them go and as they turned a corner, she collapsed to the floor. Tears sliding down her cheeks. "I don't know why I'm crying...but, it's been so long since I've seen him. Two years maybe? He hasn't changed at all," she mumbled.
Her hand searched for a towel and she brought one down, drying her eyes as she got to her feet. Meryl entered the kitchen and ran the water cold.
"Now now Mr.Vash, Meryl and I are going to take care of you," Milly said.
Meryl entered the room and nelt beside the bed, placing the wet rag on his forehead. "I have it under control, Milly. You can go home and celebrate christmas."
Milly shook her head. "I have no one to celebrate with, Meryl."
"Your family, Milly. I'll take care of Vash."
Milly nodded and smiled. "You take care of him, Meryl! Or I'll be back!"
She rushed out of the room and Meryl looked at Vash. "I'll take care of you Vash," she whispered.
"Meryl?"
Meryl stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes. "Oh! I've fallen asleep!" She gasped and got to her feet.
Vash was sitting up in his bed, his skin almost back to normal. "You stayed here all night?" He asked.
"Yes Vash, I did."
Vash smirked. "I knew you couldn't resist me. It only had to be a waiting game for you, because of all those other ladies."
Meryl's whole ego melted and she growled. "What!? You take that back!"
"Take the truth back? But why?"
"It is not the truth!!!"
Vash's smile became only a quirk at the corner of his mouth. "I saw the present on the table before I passed out. Was that for me?" He asked with an innocent voice.
Meryl almost blushed at how he looked and sounded. It had been so long since she talked with him and she had to accept the fact he wouldn't age and was always going to look like he did. "Yeah, is there something wrong with getting a friend a present on christmas?" She inquired while folding her arms across her chest with a pout.
"I never recieved gifts. It kind of surprises me that Meryl Strife, the woman who constently ratted on me and made fun of me like children do on the playground, would get me a gift."
"Oh shut up!"
"There you go Meryl, yelling obscenities. Santa might get a lump of cole for you."
Meryl snorted and Vash tried to get out of bed, but he quickly fell back. Out of breath from the extent of energy he was using to get up. "Oh, vash! You're so difficult at times!" Meryl grumbled.
"I was going to go to the bathroom," he replied.
"Then I'll help you to the bathroom."
She was surprised at how nice she was being to Vash. She thought of him as an annoying, lady chasing and obnoxious man with no brain. She let Vash put his arm around her shoulder as she helped him to the bathroom. "Oh, meryl."
"Yes?"
"I need help to stand up when I'm going, coul-"
"No. You should be grateful I'm at least holding up some of your weight," Meryl snapped.
Vash smiled. "I was joking, Meryl."
Meryl leaned against the wall as Vash relieved himself. Her mind wandered back to when they first met. She had found him to be a goofball without a cause. A male version of Milly. But now, she felt the pull of other emotions. "It's just more hate towards him," she reassured herself.
Vash opened the door and nearly scared Meryl out of her skin as he brushed her cheek with his hand while getting a hold on the wall. Meryl let him lean on her again and she led him back to bed. "I'll make you some broth. You just rest," Meryl said, but it sounded more in the line of an order.
"Can I have my present?" Vash asked while fiddling with his sheets.
"It's not Christmas Eve yet, Vash. Besides, don't get greedy."
Vash nodded and Meryl left the room. "I didn't get anything for her though," Vash mumbled and looked over at the window.
He struggled to get up and succeeded.
Meryl stood in the kitchen and looked around for a soup bottle or anything resembling it. Vash's house was large and kept tidy, maybe Milly came by once a week and cleaned house. A new emotion burned inside of Meryl. Jealousy. "Hahahaha! Jealousy is the last thing I'd feel!" She laughed.
Meryl nelt down and opened the cupboard, searching for a can of soup or broth.
Vash leaped down out the window and landed in a dune of snow. He only wore a robe and long pants. Vash trudged and dragged his feet on the snowy streets, the cold seeping through his robe and into his skin. "I have to get Meryl something for Christmas. Or it won't be right for me to get a present from her," he said before he sneezed.
Meryl turned on the tv and switched it to the news. "It's going to be a horrible winter folks. Temperatures are down below zero and a huge snowstorm will be coming through at six thirty. Prepare yourself and be sure to bundle up when you will be going out. Frostbite is most sure if you don't bundle up," the news reporter said.
Meryl looked up at the clock. "Six twenty. Only ten minutes before that storm hits," she groaned.
The soup finished and Meryl carried it up to Vash's room. A gust of cold wind hit her as she entered the room. The soup bowl shattered as it hit the floor and she was already at the window. "Vash!!!!"She cried out the window.
"Oh god..."
Vash looked into a window at a shop and smiled slightly. His face was pale and icicles had formed on his eyebrows. A beautiful golden necklace was in the window and he walked to the door. Vash entered the store and the manager looked up. "By god! What the hell are you doing out in that outfit?" He exclaimed.
"I want to purchase that necklace you have in the window," Vash said.
"But-"
"Please! I need to purchase that necklace," Vash demanded.
"Sure sure, anything you want buddy."
Vash bought the necklace and tucked it into his breast pocket. He exited the store and headed back after he had a glimpse at the clock. Six twenty eight.
Meryl ran as fast as she could down the street. "Vash!!!" She called.
Her heart was racing with worry and fear. The cold was biting her ears and her hands were numb. "Vash!"
Vash's vision became hazy as he stumbled. "I'll be fine," he said.
"Vash!!!"
Vash looked up and saw someone running towards him. Everything became black and cold as he passed out. "Vash!!"
-- To Be Continued. -- Hahahaha, I've included Milly and Meryl in a fic! First time and I think I like it. Pleaze review ^__^;