A Modest Proposal
"Meryl, I'm so glad you finally worked up the courage to propose to Mr. Vash! How are you going to do it? Can I see the ring?"
"Oh, I already gave it to him. I just know he'll love it."
Said spiky-haired blond walked in right on cue, licking his fingers.
"Gee, thanks for the donuts, Meryl!" He walked past her, humming unconcernedly. An angry tick-mark formed on Meryl's forehead.
"Vash, did you notice anything unusual about those donuts?" she said dangerously slowly. To think she had spent so much effort carefully piping frosting into the words 'Will you marry me,' only to have it all end up in his stomach!
"They were a day old?"
"Aarg! Just forget it!" Meryl stormed off in a rage. That oblivious idiot! What was she thinking, trying to propose to him!
"Wait up!" Milly followed her down the street, leaving Vash all alone.
"Did I miss something here?" he said.
Meryl sat on the roof, watching the double sunset. Just her luck to fall in love with the most scatterbrained goofball on the planet. But no, he wasn't really a moron. She had seen too much of his will of steel and heart of glass to be able to fool herself anymore. Maybe this was just his way of saying no.
"Mind if I join you?" Oh great, it was him. She purposely looked away.
"I don't care."
"Thanks." Meryl heard a clink and the sound of pouring. Glancing at him, she saw that he had brought a bottle of wine and two glasses. He offered her some, which she refused. He couldn't buy her forgiveness that easily.
"It's a beautiful sunset today." The shadows were lengthening and splitting into twins, every object with its own pair.
"You've seen a thousand of them before." She stood up and walked to the edge, as far away from him as possible.
"They're all different. Every one is unique and it's impossible not to love them all."
"What makes this one so special then?"
"Because I'm sharing it with you." Meryl turned around in shock to see Vash kneeling in front of her, ring in hand.
"Meryl, will you marry me?"
…maybe she would have some of that wine after all.
Omake! (based on the title of the fanfic)
Legato stared at the sea of bodies in front of him. Pathetic worms, fit for nothing but to fertilize the earth. All their scrabbling to survive only to be cleared away like weeds. A waste of flesh.
Well, maybe not so much a waste anymore. He took a bite of his hotdog and walked away.
This is just a short sketch I thought up while watching Trigun. Too bad it's such a dead fandom. It's like arriving to a party late only to discover that all the guests are dead.
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