Hello!
This is Blaze 808 here with another Trigun fanfiction! Please enjoy!
I don't own the series, but I still like it!
(PS: Was anyone else annoyed that Tessla isn't listed as a canon character in the character chart on this website?)
Ever since he had found her dead, she became more alive.
It had started with a desperate young boy who didn't want to see the image that haunted him since that day. He didn't want to see the floating parts of a young girl-his very sister-in his dreams no longer.
Yet he couldn't let her go. It seemed like a very betrayal to the blood that poured through his veins. Blood that was very decisively inhuman.
He liked that part-but that was the only part he enjoyed.
Tessla…what a beautiful name for what must have been a beautiful girl.
He had kept a book on him. It was blank at first-not even a single line in it. However, it was soon filled with faces and figures. A smile here, a tear there, and even a scream. Sometimes she was an infant, other times an adult-but most often, Tessla was an angel-both a caring angel and an avenging one.
He never changed his muse.
Then, another book was found in storage. This one had lines, but nothing else. That's where the writings would begin. What did she sound like? What did she like to say the most? What did she consider so awful to say? What was her favourite food? What was her favourite thing?
It was almost to say he was Doctor Frankenstein and he had created the monster. However, such a comparison was crude and vile. Tessla was the farthest thing from a monster.
She was beautiful with her sun coloured hair and arctic blue eyes. Her smile could outshine any light on the SEEDS ship, and the way she laughed made your heart want to melt. A brilliant engineer who would hold her little brothers and tell them how much she loved them and how proud she was of them. Other than her little brothers and their sisters, she loved butterflies more than anything in the world. She would cry out in fear at the sight of a spider.
At this point, he became more and more determined to kill the spiders.
If Vash noticed a change in his brother's demeanour, he didn't say anything-other when Knives had punched him for daring to touch the books-Tessla's very soul. Even then, when he had gone to Rem, it was quickly excused as a diary and other than a time out, no punishment was given.
Tessla seemed to chase the nightmares away, giving comforting reassurances to the boy as he slept in their only connection known to some as the dream world. He wanted to sleep as much as he could to see her. In his dreams, there was no nausea that accompanied being in the presence of spiders. She agreed readily.
She had also agreed with his plan-once she was reassured that it would protect Vash.
She had been there as he typed in the keys that would set the ship on its fatal course.
She had been there as the brothers wandered aimlessly on the desert ground.
She had been there for his betrayal.
She had been there for all his life.
And he loved her all the same.
Vash may have had the figment of Rem, but he had the entity of Tessla to be his guide.
This was a really short piece I know, but I figured there was nothing wrong with writing a drabble on occasion. Plus my memory stick was wiped clean, so I needed to do some writing-particularily since I lost a rather good fic on it for Trigun. *Sigh*
Happy late Knives' Day!