A/N: I own nothing in here except for the ones I DO own. Trigun, and all
related suchness belong to Yasuhiro Nightow. Ok, done with that, lemme tell
you that I have seen all the episodes, but only understood up to episode 10
^-^; because all the rest are in Japanese. I couldn't get my hands on the
dubs.
Dry Planet
~Within One Be Two~
Ever since the well spouted water, she knows he'll be back. Her partner and the rest of the crew had worked hard on that well, but even though, it is still a miracle so much water can be dug from the ground. She took that as a sign that he was still alive, that he won. Before the water was discovered, she was worried. She worried that he won't come back. But now she didn't have to worry.
It was a sunny day; two figures were walking down the dirt roads of a small town. One of the figures is a tall, green-eyed brown-haired brunette. She was wearing a tan coat and a teal cloth shawl. The other woman next to her was short, her dark-haired head reaching only the tall one's shoulder. Her white suit clung comfortably to the petite body. The two walked down the road. They were just taking a walk, which the tall one suggested. "It's such a nice day, isn't it ma'am?" she asked. "Yes. It is." Replied the one in question, looking up at her friend's face, smiling. "I have a feeling Milly, that the reason you took me out wasn't to talk about the day. Come on, tell me the reason." "Hehe, ma'am, you know me too well.. I had a feeling that something really good is going to happen today." She smiled back down, her face full of child innocence. "My mother always told me to follow my instincts, and it has worked so far! Oooh.ma'am, I'm getting a little hungry, you think we can get some pudding?" Milly pleaded her friend as they rounded the corner and a food shop came to view. "Milly, you know that our money is running short."she bit her lip. Darn it she thought. Don't look at me like that. but her partner's face was too much to resist, and she finally gave in. "Oh alright. Since today seems to be such a fine day." The two walked over to the shop, and Milly went straight to the counter. Obviously, she had done this before. The short one leaned against the wall, waiting for Milly, and found that she was drifting into her thoughts. When her mind drifts, it always leads to an image of- "Ma'am? Ma'am! Meryl!" a voice irrupted her thoughts. She turned to face Milly, who was looking at her with her puppy eyes. "Um.yes?" Meryl realized that she just missed a question. "They ran out of pudding, so, can we please, pretty please," she clasped her hands together, her puppy eyes went even puppier. "get some donuts?" "Sure, go ahead." With that, Milly attacked the counter, picking out the yummiest of donuts on display. Darn it. With a sigh, Meryl waited patiently, and finally they were out of the store. She looked up at her partner, blinking. "Aren't you going to eat them?" "Oh, no. I'm saving them." She smiled down secretly at Meryl. Meryl just blinked and continue walking, and noticed they were at the town square, where the well was, and the entrance to the town was in view. They began to walk around the well, when something made Meryl froze. It was a tiny shudder, and the hair on the nape of her neck raised. She turned around, searching for what could it have been. Last time she felt like this, she was trapped in the bar she worked in, surrounded by the construction workers. It was that feeling that made her noticed the noise of a speeding truck. She had whirled around, and saw a blonde man being dragged behind that truck. The memory of it now made her even more aware. Then the shudder came again, and turned around, staring straight past Milly who was asking her what's wrong, at the entrance of the town. And there he was. Blonde spiky hair shining in the sun, and aqua blue eyes met her blue gray ones. He smiled brightly and began to walk, the weight of another man slung over his shoulders forgotten. Meryl smiled, her heart over flowing with sudden joy, and ran towards him, past Milly who just turned to look. She wanted to run up to him and hug him, but she kept her self in check, stopping just a couple of feet from him. She looked up at him, into his deep eyes. Meryl opened her mouth to say something, when Milly came up to the man and threw her arms around him. "Mister Vash! Oh, Mister Vash your back!" she cried, not noticing his face was turning into an interesting shade of blue. "Yes. I'm back.and glad to be." he managed to gasp. Meryl pried Milly from Vash, who gave her a look of thanks. She just smiled back. "Vash.you really are back.since you went off I." her voice trailed off, and quickly averted her gaze down to the ground, her eyes were getting watery, and she's afraid her voice would waver. Then she realized what she almost said and snapped back up again, smiling. "Well, you are back and living, that's what counts now." "Yeah I guess." Vash smiled back, wondering what just happened. "Who's that?" Milly said, blinking at the man slung over Vash's shoulder. "Oh, um, I'll explain it later. Now, I just need to get him seen by a doctor," then he added under his breath "while he's still unconscious." "Hmm?" "Nothing.oooh, are those for me? You two are so nice.mmm, donutsh. I haven't tashted one in a long time!"
That night, a doctor had treated the man's wounds, as well as Vash's. The doctor said that the man had fainted from pain, and should rest if he does wake up. Then he left. The man had light blonde hair, and this suit on with strange tubing. Meryl assumed that he is Knives, Vash's brother. She wondered where Vash's trench coat had gone, and his gun as well. He came home in his black bodysuit. Meryl decided that now wasn't the right time to ask, so after the doctor left, she and Milly went to the kitchen to fix dinner, an extra special one to celebrate the homecoming of Vash. Vash stayed behind to change the man out of his suit and into a shirt and pants.
A week later, before the sun rose on the horizon, somebody stirred. He shifted under the covers, his body aching all over from over a week of disuse. He sat up, placing a hand over his eyes. The pale blue orbs peeked out into the dark room from between his fingers. He sat like that for two minutes as images played before his eyes. He remembered his brother shooting him with that priest's weapon. He grimaced as he remembered the pain. Oh, how he hated the pain, the hurting, burning pain. It was too much to bear, as it sears from the bullet wound, spreading throughout his body. It was torture. It was hell. He remembered, blackness. He was screaming, those noises came from his mouth, but it sounds so far off as blackness swallowed him up. He thought he was dead. He remembers, after the blackness blocked his vision, he saw a sliver of light, widened as if it was his eyelids. He peered out of half open eyes into a warm room, the walls golden with the morning sunlight. As his eyes began to focus a little, he also saw something else, a someone actually. He saw that someone bend over him, he saw the dark hair. He remembers feeling something around his arm under his shoulder tightened. Then the person's face came to focus. What he saw confirmed of his belief, that he was dead. He knew, what he saw cannot be true. He knew, that Rem Saverem is dead. She is dead over 130 years ago. He removed his hand, and blinked around the dark room. Is this.is this Hell? Heaven? Where am I? He looked at himself. He has a loose short- sleeved shirt and pants. The areas where he was wounded felt tight, and he gingerly touched them. They were bandaged. Frowning slightly, he wondered Am I .alive? He pondered, and finally realizing that there was a snoring noise, coming from a corner of the room. He turned towards it, his eyes widened. There, on a cot, was his brother. He can't be dead.or am I alive? He clearly remembers his face, filled with.what? Was that grim satisfaction? Was that sadness? His brother hides so well. Whatever it was, Vash was alive, and he must still be. And that means he, Knives, must be alive. He slowly swung his legs over the bed, stood, and stretched, his muscles feeling better. He walked quietly out of the room, and into a hall. He went down it, his back against the wall. He pushed the image of her to the back of his mind. The hall ended and into a kitchen. Silently, he crossed the room to the drawers, hoping to find what he had in mind. He opened a drawer, reached in, and took out a knife. This is a human house; there should be humans in here. He thought. And the humans must die.all of them. He turned back to the dark hall, and went to the end of it, silent as a cat. He turned, and on the opposite wall of Vash's is a door. He turned the knob slowly, and entered the room. There were two beds; one had a bigger lump than the other. He went to the closest bed, which was the smaller of the two, and studied the person sleeping in it. He learned that studying a person can tell him how to torture the person. She had her back to him, her blanket tucked under her arm. He decided not to torture, but kill her right then and there. He needed to have a little talk to his brother, and he didn't want to stir up the whole village (assuming they were in a village) with screams. He gripped the handle of the knife, and got ready to stab her, straight into the spine, when she turned. He froze. There, right there, before him, is her. His eyes widened, the knife slipped off his nerveless hand and onto the wooden floor with a clank. Lucky for him, the other one in the other bed is one who can sleep through an off tune rock concert. He sank to his knees, full of disbelief. It can't be her; it can't be his mother, sister, and old friend. The only human that he did not hate, that he considered a friend, which he liked. He had lied to Vash, when he said he only spared her because Vash liked her so much. He had spared her from his destruction, because he respected and liked her, not only for Vash. Secretly, he was crying like mad, his old self, inside. Outside was the maniac, the one who laughed, watching the ship blow up. Watching her die. Over the years since her death, the maniac grew stronger, his old self weakening. And now, this night, the maniac is weakening as tears welled up in his eyes. He remembered the time before all this happened, the times before Steve had gone too far, the times when he was happy. "No, no. You were not happy.were not truly happy. You were under a spell. You were surrounded by illusions. That was not happy, Knives. That was a lie. And the liar is her." Knives blinked, and clutched his head. Who are you? Where are you!? "Who am I? Why, I am you, Knives. I am the real you. Where am I? Where are you?" No! No, you can't be me.you can't.. She's not the liar! Damn you! Leave me alone.I was hap- "Happy my foot! Knives! Open your eyes! She's one of them! She is one of those who hurt you and your brother! She's one of that disgusting, greedy, harmful, ignorant, lower-than-dir-" SHUT UP!! She isn't! She isn't. "Admit it, yes she is." No, she isn't.. Damn it!! Just leave me alone! "Fine, it's your funeral." She isn't.She never was.oh Rem.I'm so confused.so confused.By this time, he was crying freely. He looked down at the women. "Rem." he whispered, and slowly, he gently laid his head on her stomach, crying softly. ".mother." he cuddled against her belly, her warm, comfortable belly. He cried himself to sleep, her belly as a pillow.
Dry Planet
~Within One Be Two~
Ever since the well spouted water, she knows he'll be back. Her partner and the rest of the crew had worked hard on that well, but even though, it is still a miracle so much water can be dug from the ground. She took that as a sign that he was still alive, that he won. Before the water was discovered, she was worried. She worried that he won't come back. But now she didn't have to worry.
It was a sunny day; two figures were walking down the dirt roads of a small town. One of the figures is a tall, green-eyed brown-haired brunette. She was wearing a tan coat and a teal cloth shawl. The other woman next to her was short, her dark-haired head reaching only the tall one's shoulder. Her white suit clung comfortably to the petite body. The two walked down the road. They were just taking a walk, which the tall one suggested. "It's such a nice day, isn't it ma'am?" she asked. "Yes. It is." Replied the one in question, looking up at her friend's face, smiling. "I have a feeling Milly, that the reason you took me out wasn't to talk about the day. Come on, tell me the reason." "Hehe, ma'am, you know me too well.. I had a feeling that something really good is going to happen today." She smiled back down, her face full of child innocence. "My mother always told me to follow my instincts, and it has worked so far! Oooh.ma'am, I'm getting a little hungry, you think we can get some pudding?" Milly pleaded her friend as they rounded the corner and a food shop came to view. "Milly, you know that our money is running short."she bit her lip. Darn it she thought. Don't look at me like that. but her partner's face was too much to resist, and she finally gave in. "Oh alright. Since today seems to be such a fine day." The two walked over to the shop, and Milly went straight to the counter. Obviously, she had done this before. The short one leaned against the wall, waiting for Milly, and found that she was drifting into her thoughts. When her mind drifts, it always leads to an image of- "Ma'am? Ma'am! Meryl!" a voice irrupted her thoughts. She turned to face Milly, who was looking at her with her puppy eyes. "Um.yes?" Meryl realized that she just missed a question. "They ran out of pudding, so, can we please, pretty please," she clasped her hands together, her puppy eyes went even puppier. "get some donuts?" "Sure, go ahead." With that, Milly attacked the counter, picking out the yummiest of donuts on display. Darn it. With a sigh, Meryl waited patiently, and finally they were out of the store. She looked up at her partner, blinking. "Aren't you going to eat them?" "Oh, no. I'm saving them." She smiled down secretly at Meryl. Meryl just blinked and continue walking, and noticed they were at the town square, where the well was, and the entrance to the town was in view. They began to walk around the well, when something made Meryl froze. It was a tiny shudder, and the hair on the nape of her neck raised. She turned around, searching for what could it have been. Last time she felt like this, she was trapped in the bar she worked in, surrounded by the construction workers. It was that feeling that made her noticed the noise of a speeding truck. She had whirled around, and saw a blonde man being dragged behind that truck. The memory of it now made her even more aware. Then the shudder came again, and turned around, staring straight past Milly who was asking her what's wrong, at the entrance of the town. And there he was. Blonde spiky hair shining in the sun, and aqua blue eyes met her blue gray ones. He smiled brightly and began to walk, the weight of another man slung over his shoulders forgotten. Meryl smiled, her heart over flowing with sudden joy, and ran towards him, past Milly who just turned to look. She wanted to run up to him and hug him, but she kept her self in check, stopping just a couple of feet from him. She looked up at him, into his deep eyes. Meryl opened her mouth to say something, when Milly came up to the man and threw her arms around him. "Mister Vash! Oh, Mister Vash your back!" she cried, not noticing his face was turning into an interesting shade of blue. "Yes. I'm back.and glad to be." he managed to gasp. Meryl pried Milly from Vash, who gave her a look of thanks. She just smiled back. "Vash.you really are back.since you went off I." her voice trailed off, and quickly averted her gaze down to the ground, her eyes were getting watery, and she's afraid her voice would waver. Then she realized what she almost said and snapped back up again, smiling. "Well, you are back and living, that's what counts now." "Yeah I guess." Vash smiled back, wondering what just happened. "Who's that?" Milly said, blinking at the man slung over Vash's shoulder. "Oh, um, I'll explain it later. Now, I just need to get him seen by a doctor," then he added under his breath "while he's still unconscious." "Hmm?" "Nothing.oooh, are those for me? You two are so nice.mmm, donutsh. I haven't tashted one in a long time!"
That night, a doctor had treated the man's wounds, as well as Vash's. The doctor said that the man had fainted from pain, and should rest if he does wake up. Then he left. The man had light blonde hair, and this suit on with strange tubing. Meryl assumed that he is Knives, Vash's brother. She wondered where Vash's trench coat had gone, and his gun as well. He came home in his black bodysuit. Meryl decided that now wasn't the right time to ask, so after the doctor left, she and Milly went to the kitchen to fix dinner, an extra special one to celebrate the homecoming of Vash. Vash stayed behind to change the man out of his suit and into a shirt and pants.
A week later, before the sun rose on the horizon, somebody stirred. He shifted under the covers, his body aching all over from over a week of disuse. He sat up, placing a hand over his eyes. The pale blue orbs peeked out into the dark room from between his fingers. He sat like that for two minutes as images played before his eyes. He remembered his brother shooting him with that priest's weapon. He grimaced as he remembered the pain. Oh, how he hated the pain, the hurting, burning pain. It was too much to bear, as it sears from the bullet wound, spreading throughout his body. It was torture. It was hell. He remembered, blackness. He was screaming, those noises came from his mouth, but it sounds so far off as blackness swallowed him up. He thought he was dead. He remembers, after the blackness blocked his vision, he saw a sliver of light, widened as if it was his eyelids. He peered out of half open eyes into a warm room, the walls golden with the morning sunlight. As his eyes began to focus a little, he also saw something else, a someone actually. He saw that someone bend over him, he saw the dark hair. He remembers feeling something around his arm under his shoulder tightened. Then the person's face came to focus. What he saw confirmed of his belief, that he was dead. He knew, what he saw cannot be true. He knew, that Rem Saverem is dead. She is dead over 130 years ago. He removed his hand, and blinked around the dark room. Is this.is this Hell? Heaven? Where am I? He looked at himself. He has a loose short- sleeved shirt and pants. The areas where he was wounded felt tight, and he gingerly touched them. They were bandaged. Frowning slightly, he wondered Am I .alive? He pondered, and finally realizing that there was a snoring noise, coming from a corner of the room. He turned towards it, his eyes widened. There, on a cot, was his brother. He can't be dead.or am I alive? He clearly remembers his face, filled with.what? Was that grim satisfaction? Was that sadness? His brother hides so well. Whatever it was, Vash was alive, and he must still be. And that means he, Knives, must be alive. He slowly swung his legs over the bed, stood, and stretched, his muscles feeling better. He walked quietly out of the room, and into a hall. He went down it, his back against the wall. He pushed the image of her to the back of his mind. The hall ended and into a kitchen. Silently, he crossed the room to the drawers, hoping to find what he had in mind. He opened a drawer, reached in, and took out a knife. This is a human house; there should be humans in here. He thought. And the humans must die.all of them. He turned back to the dark hall, and went to the end of it, silent as a cat. He turned, and on the opposite wall of Vash's is a door. He turned the knob slowly, and entered the room. There were two beds; one had a bigger lump than the other. He went to the closest bed, which was the smaller of the two, and studied the person sleeping in it. He learned that studying a person can tell him how to torture the person. She had her back to him, her blanket tucked under her arm. He decided not to torture, but kill her right then and there. He needed to have a little talk to his brother, and he didn't want to stir up the whole village (assuming they were in a village) with screams. He gripped the handle of the knife, and got ready to stab her, straight into the spine, when she turned. He froze. There, right there, before him, is her. His eyes widened, the knife slipped off his nerveless hand and onto the wooden floor with a clank. Lucky for him, the other one in the other bed is one who can sleep through an off tune rock concert. He sank to his knees, full of disbelief. It can't be her; it can't be his mother, sister, and old friend. The only human that he did not hate, that he considered a friend, which he liked. He had lied to Vash, when he said he only spared her because Vash liked her so much. He had spared her from his destruction, because he respected and liked her, not only for Vash. Secretly, he was crying like mad, his old self, inside. Outside was the maniac, the one who laughed, watching the ship blow up. Watching her die. Over the years since her death, the maniac grew stronger, his old self weakening. And now, this night, the maniac is weakening as tears welled up in his eyes. He remembered the time before all this happened, the times before Steve had gone too far, the times when he was happy. "No, no. You were not happy.were not truly happy. You were under a spell. You were surrounded by illusions. That was not happy, Knives. That was a lie. And the liar is her." Knives blinked, and clutched his head. Who are you? Where are you!? "Who am I? Why, I am you, Knives. I am the real you. Where am I? Where are you?" No! No, you can't be me.you can't.. She's not the liar! Damn you! Leave me alone.I was hap- "Happy my foot! Knives! Open your eyes! She's one of them! She is one of those who hurt you and your brother! She's one of that disgusting, greedy, harmful, ignorant, lower-than-dir-" SHUT UP!! She isn't! She isn't. "Admit it, yes she is." No, she isn't.. Damn it!! Just leave me alone! "Fine, it's your funeral." She isn't.She never was.oh Rem.I'm so confused.so confused.By this time, he was crying freely. He looked down at the women. "Rem." he whispered, and slowly, he gently laid his head on her stomach, crying softly. ".mother." he cuddled against her belly, her warm, comfortable belly. He cried himself to sleep, her belly as a pillow.
