Note: I do not own Trigun, "Vash 'the Stampede'," Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson nor Meryl Stryfe. They all belong to the incomparable Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.
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Milly's Musings
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Not long ago, Sempai and I
Were called in by the Chief
The new tasks he then gave to us
Could make our lives quite brief
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"The Humanoid Typhoon," he said,
"You must now go and find."
Such words he chose, as you might guess
Did fail to calm my mind
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I asked Meryl what she did think
"Should we job-hunting go?"
From chest to shoes my heart did sink
At her emphatic "no"
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For months we searched, and nothing found
But rumors wild and grim
We then met that odd gentle man
Who had a goofy grin
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I wondered if he might be Vash
But Meryl, she did not
"A man like him," she assured me,
"Is not the one we've sought!"
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'Twas disappointment I felt then
So silly yet so kind
"A good companion he could be"
Thus thought my untried mind
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A huge surprise awaited us
Mistaken was Sempai
That kind, tall man in bright red coat
Was Vash, and that's no lie!
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Adventures from that day began
To his coat tails we'd cling
As strange as those words surely sound
'Twas proven a good thing
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Although we feared he might harm us
Instead, our lives he saved
Whatever else was true of him
The man's both kind and brave
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'Twas but a few short days ago
A man, quite nasty, came
He did not know the man Vash is
Although he knew his name
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The battle killed near half that town
We saw Vash's deep grief
His anger flared, yet it alone
Was killed to bring relief
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On the next morn, we thought we'd heard
A sound from Vash's room
We rushed inside, without a knock
And peered into the gloom
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I wonder who was most surprised?
Poor Vash's chest was bare!
He blushed as we stared all agape
He had scars everywhere
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His left arm had not been torn off
The prior day when he'd fought
Cap, wires, and cables dangled down
A false arm he had lost
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All yesterday, we rode a bus
Through its window Vash saw
A buckle's glint near to a man
Caught in the desert's maw
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Vash called out for the bus to stop
The other's life was saved
Who was the tall, dark stranger thus
Spared from an early grave?
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He'd carried on his back a cross
Almost as long as he
"Why carry that?" "A tradesman's pride,"
He answered cheerfully
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"A man of cloth," is what he'd said
I thought "tailor" was meant
But quickly he corrected me
Instead, he's heaven-sent!
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A wand'ring priest he claimed to be
In suit as black as sin
"I'm Nicholas D. Wolfwood," he
Said through a jaunty grin
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"I seek to find lambs who have strayed
Far from their proper path"
I saw Meryl wrinkle her nose
Her thought: "he needs a bath!"
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"Was it you who saved me?" he asked
We pointed toward Vash
As we did so, the priest drank deep
From Vash's water stash
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Priest spoke to Vash, strange faces made
And then sat next to him
I saw the two were shaking hands
Repeatedly - strange whim!
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Without Vash's quick and sharp gaze
The priest, he would have died
I'm still so glad his life was saved
If not, I would have cried
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The bus drove on and on and on
Long is the drive to town
That day slowly became a night
As suns went sinking down
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A new day came, and as we woke
Juneora Rock was seen
At first far distant, but it grew
To near ere evening
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We left the bus, Sempai and me
The priest and Vash also
There is something about that priest
My gaze to him does go
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"God be with you," he said, "With luck
We soon will meet again."
And something in my soul was stirred
By those few words from him
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I hope to see that priest again
And soon, instead of late
His handsome face, it fills my thoughts
Could he become my fate?
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I watch him as he walks away
And hope his words are true
The list of what I want from life
Has just been added to