FIRST OF ALL:
I don't own Trigun, I don't even own my car for pity's sake,It would be great if I own Trigun. If I did I would have more money. Which would be cool. Trigun belongs to Yasuhiro Nightow- copyrighted by Shonen Captain
THEN:
It's my very first fanfiction and I'm from Italy, so probably the writing is terrible. I'm sorry for that. It's also very much not canon! A very special thanks to Heather my fantastic beta-writer and Ilaria my supporter. I choose this title 'cause I'm fond of U2. Someone Please Review My Story!!
Chapter 1 "Alter Ego"
Meryl knocked at Vash's bedroom door. He had told her that he would be ready at eight in the evening, he added to adding that she should turn up well dressed and not in her usual white outfit. He said that he'd he set up something special but she knew wanted simply to bring her to the village Water Fair.
It had been a year since the townspeople had found water and Milly was still working at the excavation. Now that she thought about it, they spent the first part of this year worrying about Knives' health and the second part worrying about their safety as Knives recovered completely. A voice in her head suggested "Do you think Vash is going to make a speech?". "No way!" she answered herself.
Meryl knocked one more time and this time Vash answered with a choked voice, "Come in, it's open." With a strange sensation she pushed the door. The room was completely dark, lit only a bit by the five moons. "Vash?!" she yelled.
Thinking that probably he'd recently broken his lamp- "cause he's so goofy!"-
she thread her way in the room without hesitation.
It was in that moment that he appeared right in front of her eyes with a horrible face. One eye was shut while the other was half-closed. The left part of his face seemed normal but the other, the right one, was absolutely not human. Meryl screamed and jumped, trying to escape. In doing so she lost her balance and rolled on the floor. In that moment Vash turned on the light and Meryl hardly recognized his room, with the poster of an old-earth rock band on the wall. Meryl saw that the horrible face she had seen was just a cheap plastic mask. Her heart was still beating loud and she scolded him harshly, "You carried this stupid joke too much. That was a nasty trick!"
Vash crouched on his knees and solicitously asked Meryl if she was hurt as she was stumbled and fell over his carpet while trying to escape when she was scary. She glared at him coldly, or at least tried to as her anger cooled down. She did not really know if she loved him or not, but it was impossible to be enraged with him for a long time. She asked herself if anybody could constantly be angry with Vash and the simple thought was so ridiculous that she smiled.
Watching her smile, Vash smiled to and added, "Oh, it's far better now. I was afraid you did not want to go out with me anymore! Ok man, let's go!"
"I'm not a man," Meryl said, a bit offended.
"Oh, I noticed it!" Vash answered her, devouring Meryl with his eyes. She wore a black skirt and a white shirt .Narrowing her eyes, she hissed, "You're always the same pervert." He laughed and announced, "I must go to the bathroom than we will go out!" Meryl shook her head. He was the kind of person who, unfailingly, communicated his corporal needs to everybody.
Meryl picked up the mask that had fallen on the floor and grazed the plastic face with a finger. The mask represented Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, a famous character from an old earth book. Jekyll' s half, with Vash's green eye which came out from behind the mask, was not so scary. It was Hyde's half (that) really frightened her. You could see everybody in it, Knives for example. "Probably he is out there now," she whispered.
"What?!" Vash yelled from the bathroom.
"I said that if you don't hurry up I will go out by myself".
"Here I am!" Vash answered. Without saying a word they left the house and walked the streets.
Meryl fondly remembered her childhood when she used to go to the local fair with her father.
She had grown up in December and the scent of fried food and spin sugar made her feel melancholy. Then she saw the merry-go-round set up in the middle of the street and pleaded, "Vash, please let's go!" pointing with her finger at the ride.
"Ok," Vash replied without much enthusiasm.
"What do you mean using that tone?" asked Meryl, a bit irritated. Vash shook his head then gave two double dollars to the old woman in the box office. Meryl went before him and gave the ticket to the bored boy who operated the ride's mechanism.
While the boy made them sit in the truck Vash bent forward over her and said seriously, "Once I knew a boy who was born with a little malformation on his cranium…"
"I do not want to hear another of your lies, " Meryl interrupted him. But Vash went on with his tale
"Nobody knew about his problem" he glared at her "So when he was twenty years old he went to the local fair and rode on this kind of carousel, but when the truck reached full speed…" He lifted his hand toward Meryl who was listening with rapt attention and gripped the safety bar, locking it in front of them with a slam.
"I want to get out !" Meryl shrieked. The carousel started to go round and the fair was changed in to a whirling of light and faces. Meryl was storming Vash with punches as he whispered into her ear, "Don't you feel a strange headache?"
"When we get off of this stupid torture machine I will give you a REAL headache!" Meryl answered, lifting her fist over Vash' s head menacingly.
The carousel slowed down and they were able to get out from the truck which was swinging. Meryl ran after Vash, trying to kick his ass. A federal policeman was passing near them, watching that scene with amusement. "Why don't you interevene? This woman want to rape me!" Vash said with a pitiful voice.
"You are impossible! Stupid broom head," said Meryl. Then she stopped in the middle of the street, too tired to follow him. Vash stopped too, his face darkened suddenly and, observed the complex network of wires of the electric grid, whispered – more to himself than to Meryl- "I wonder how much of this energy is coming from the local plant."
Meryl tried to get closer to him and she caught herself watching his face. She thought again to that damned mask. His eyes, green eyes she was fallen in love with, were distant and cold. She put her hand on his shoulder and he looked at her. His eyes were back to their usual light as he felt the gentle touch of her hand, as if a spell had been broken. Vash glared at her with his customary face - a compromise between sorrowful and joyous - which made her always feel helpless and uncertain about what would become of their relationship.
Then they both burst into laughter without any apparent reason, only because of the happiness to be there together. Neither of them knew that that was the last time they would be so close and carefree.