The Man in the Black Trenchcoat Part 1.
Well, this is my first fanfic, so I hope you all like this first chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Trigun series, neither the Anime (which this is based on), nor the manga.
On a hot, dusty planet in the endless expanse of space sits a tiny bar in a tiny town. It's a day like any other; the men from the mines come in for their evening drinks while the local piano player fills the room with a calming melody. A day like all the others that is, until a tall dark figure passes through the door.
The figure enters slowly, his dark black coat soaking up the light around him as if it were made from shadows. Long blond hair falls down around his face, faded from the sand and sorrow, while the solemn expression he wears is clearly visible even through the blood red glasses that cover his eyes. He steps towards the bar and without a word he takes a seat.
"Welcome to Harry's" shouts the barkeep, "Have a seat and have a drink, first ones always on the house!"
"I'll just have a water for now thanks" answers the man, "Oh wait,you wouldn't happen to have any donuts would you?"
"Nope, just the liquor and the laughs I'm afraid. So what brings you to our little town, don't believe I've seen you around before."
"Nothing really," the stranger quietly replies, "Just a traveler."
"Well everyone's got a name, mine's Harry what's yours?"
In distant voice the man speaks, "My name? Oh my name; its……..not really important."
"Fair enough, if you need anything just holler!"
"Thanks, I will" replies the man. He sits at the bar slowly drinking in the water and the scene, all around him people laugh and drink enjoying the tales of day."Back then," he thinks, "back then we used to laugh like this, we used to be so loud...always causing trouble. I'dact drunk, and then she'd yell at me. I wonder, would she yell at me now? Would she say 'Stop pouting like this, it wont get any better if you stay this way'. Even still, I dont want it to getbetter I dont want to forget."
"Daaaaddyyy!" a small voice cries as a young boy bursts into the bar and runs to a man in the back. "You're late! You have totell me my bedtime story!"
"Oh is it that late already?" exclaims the boy's father, "Well I'll be home in a little while, daddy would really like to relax a bit more."
"NOooo, you promised," cries the boy "you said you'd tell me my favorite story tonight!"
"Ok, ok," says the father as he stands to leave, "what story would you like to hear?"
" I wanna hear my favorite story," begs the boy as he drags his fatherout the door "tell me about hole in the fifth moon!"
Suddenly,a cup hits the floor and shatters causing the patrons to spin around and stare.The unnamed man sits above it, a look of terror and sadness on his face. At first he sits there, unmoving and it seems without breathing. Then as if woken from a dream he shake his head slightly and returns to life. "Forgive me, I'll pay for the cup," he says as he stands, leaves some money on the bar, and walks out.
"What was that about?" Harry muses as he collects the change.
"Forget the weirdo, where's our drinks!" a voice yells from the back.
"All right, all right!"
Outside the stranger walks down the road lost in thought; "I...I can't ever get away can I? Despite my strength, or my skill, I'm forever tied to my past. The past...a record of my fated existence, frought with the pain and suffering of those I love. I'm no hero, neither for love or for peace. Despite all that I did..."
"I...I couldn't save her..."