Bullets and Tears: An Original Story
Based off of the Anime/Manga Trigun
Chapter 1
The past two months had been hot; actually it was the hottest temperature on Planet Gunsmoke that had ever been recorded. The water sources were drying up, what little crops the people had were suffering and tensions were rising. With that came more crime; people were stealing, fighting and even murdering one another over the smallest resources. It had been 10 years since the Humanoid Typhoon had been seen and people were starting to believe they may have placed the wrong image on that man. They realized that yes he indeed carried trouble with him, yes he wrecked and destroyed many towns and cities, who could ever forget July, but in the end he had stopped the Gung-Ho Guns and put an end to Knives, his brother who wanted to wipe the planet clean of the human race. He saved them all, he became a true hero and saved the lives of the people who hated and feared him. It was then that they understood they desperately needed Vash the Stampede back.
He tenderly pushed on the door of the saloon, lowering his head as he walked in feeling very nervous someone would immediately recognize him. As he walked over to the bar he sat down with a sigh of relief of not being noticed the barman walked over, clapped his hands together and asked in a very loud and booming baritone voice "What can I get for you Vash?!" The man sitting at the bar quickly jerked around in his seat, gulped down air and whimpered "How do you?" the barman leaned over with a wide smile and said "It has been a decade, but I'll never forget the face of the 60,000,000,000$$ man!" A bead of sweat trickled down Vash's forehead as he lent in close to the barman "Just keep it quiet ok? I don't want to cause any problems." "Sorry buddy," the barman replied "I'll keep it down, so what'll it be? Scotch, Whiskey, Rum?" "Thanks but I will just have a nice big glass of water! Please?" He smiled as wide as he could, his pearly white teeth glinting in the light. "Ha!" The barman began to laugh hysterically. Vash quickly lost his smile and turned his head just enough to see all the inhabitants glaring at the two of them. As he glanced back over he noticed the barman had calmed down but had almost a look of concern on his face "Son, Gunsmoke is experiencing one of the worst droughts ever. You'll be lucky to find anyone willing to give you water and I apologize but I'm not one of them." Vash sighed "Alright, Whiskey it is…"
He noticed the tall blonde man out of the corner of his eye timidly walk into the bar. His heart leapt into his stomach, he hadn't seen him in ages and as much as he wanted to jump up and hug him as much as his arms would allow he knew he couldn't reveal himself to soon "It might not be a good idea, it could blow his cover" he thought, for surely he would be in hiding after all that had happened to him. So he continued to watch him through the corner of his eye while playing poker. He paid more attention to Vash than he did his game resulting in the loss of all the valuables he had on him, and the few things he had kept in his pocket when the barman foolishly yelled out his friends name and caught him off guard. Every muscle in his body tensed up, preparing for a fight but nothing came of it and he sighed in relief as he turned back round to his game and noticed that the players had left with everything. "Shit!" He exclaimed "Oh well, I'll get them back next time." He huffed as he reached into his pocket for a cigarette and found nothing, all he could force out was a very long and drawn out sigh as he pushed his seat back and began to stand up "Guess it's time to make myself known." He quietly thought out loud as he watched Vash finish off his last drink. He made his way over to the bar and stood to the right of Vash and whispered "It's been a long time… Needle Noggin."