Gundrive
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A/N:
Hey, I finally got around to doing a Trigun fic! Ain't it great? The inspiration came last night at like, 2 am after I proved my friend right (Knives didn't die -_-). I swear the idea for this fic hit me so hard if it was physical force I wouldn't be here right now. ^_^ *sigh* If only inspiration hit me ALL the time like that.^_^ Well, I'm gonna put a lot of effort into this, so I pray to God that I get some reviews. Also, just for a heads up warning for those who haven't seen my info already; oddly enough, I DO have a life outside of fanfiction, so basically, no reviews, no updates. At the very most, if I get no reviews, I give about a chapter a month. o_O Well, it SEEMS to work. ^_^* Now, I'm done being a moron (Is she SERIOUS?!). On to the fic!
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Nicholas D. Wolfwood sat on an altar, his arms bound to the cross set behind him with ropes that cut into his body.
Vash stood before him, his arm trembling as he aimed his gun.
"What're you doing needle-noggin'?!" Wolfwood shouted. If any normal person saw the bound man, they would never have thought that he was afraid.
But Vash was never a normal person, and he felt his friend's fear. He could tell by the way Wolfwood stared at him, his eyes pleading as they nervously flicked from the gun barrel to the man in red. The blonde gunman and found he could only stare at his helpless friend. His eyes filled with tears that refused to fall when he realized what was about to take place. For a moment in time, he could feel their eyes lock and hold; and then the moment passed. Vash could do nothing to stop himself as he pulled the trigger. A resounding boom that was his gun echoed throughout the empty church, and Wolfwood's head dropped down to his chest, his entire body limp. Vash's knees buckled and he collapsed. He hugged himself around the shoulders, choking back sobs. He couldn't look. But even though his eyes saw nothing but the ground, he could hear the gentle drip of blood on the church's carpet, and already the image appeared in his mind.
Vash turned to avoid the horrifying scene, only to see Milly and Meryl. Meryl stood, trembling as crystal tears flowed down her face and dropped to the floor with the same sound as Wolfwood's blood. Milly was on her knees, screaming her anger and sadness.
"What did you do? What did you do to Wolfwood?!" trembling, the woman stood, fists and teeth clenched as she stared at the ground. "I will never forgive you for this.I will never forgive you!"
Vash felt his tears stream down his cheeks, salty and warm. Suddenly, he felt the floor give way beneath him, and he fell into complete darkness. A stabbing cold filled his chest and lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe. 'This is it.' Vash thought to himself as the darkness pressed around him, choking off the last of his oxygen. 'I'll die here.' Suddenly the blackness around him rippled as a tear once again hit the ground. And then, out of the darkness, Knives appeared.
Knives.
Vash knew it would all be over once he killed him. The vicious cycle would end. The killings would end. But somehow, he couldn't make himself aim his gun at Knives as it so easily did at Wolfwood.
'Come on', Vash pleaded to himself. 'Just shoot him.it'll all be over. You'll end all of the killings. Don't you want them to end?' He clenched his teeth as he pulled his right arm into position with his left. 'Come on.' Knives just laughed.
"I don't think we have to go through this again. We both know you won't shoot me."
Vash's eyes widened as his finger refused to pull the trigger. Knives smirked. "No. You can't shoot me. You're pacifism will only lead to your downfall Vash. We don't want that do we?" Knives took on a mocking tone as he tapped his chin with a finger. "Oh wait. Wasn't it you who shot Wolfwood? Wasn't it your fault he died? Hmm.ah, yes, it was. Maybe there's hope for you after all."
Vash found himself unable to find his voice, even to scream. Anything he tried to say came out as a choked gurgle. Knives just sneered at his brother's pathetic struggle. "Can't talk, can we? Well, I suppose that's for the better. Then you can stop preaching that pacifistic garbage that that disgustingly imperfect woman poisoned your mind with."
At that Vash's eyes blazed. He would pay. He would make Knives pay.
Finally he was able to get his finger around the trigger and pull. He heard the gunshot for the second time; and gaped in horror as his brother continued to stand.
"How many more lives will you destroy, Vash? Yes, you beat me. I admit it. But what makes you think you've won? You've settled your past, but that same tragedy is endlessly repeated in your present. I'm not out of the game yet, Vash." Knives laughed a cold, harsh laugh that made his brother's ears ring and the very marrow in his bones shake. "Yes, I'll make you regret that you kept me alive. I wonder how many more Wolfwoods and Legatos I'll let you meet? I have to say, this little game you play is making me curious."
Finally Vash found his voice, and shouted one word, with more anger and pain behind it than anything he might have said before. The one word that he would only say to Knives.
"Die!"
He shot again and again, until he finally saw Knives fall. But the haunting laughter continued.
"How many more times must you pull the trigger, Vash? How many more times will you become death? Deny it though you will, we both know that as long as you are alive, you will continue to shatter the worlds of the people your entire existence is built upon.'
Vash sat up in his bed with a start. 'Again,' he thought. 'I dreamt it again.' What did he expect? He'd had the same dream ever since he defeated his brother, Knives.
Vash's eyes snapped over to his sleeping brother. He sighed in relief when he saw his brother still lay in the bed farthest from the window, his chest gently rising and falling. Vash shivered a little, partially from the cold draft that the open window allowed, and partially from Knives. It had only been a month since he defeated him. Only a month and all of his wounds had completely healed. Even being what he was, Knives shouldn't be able to heal that quickly. But even then, something else about his sleeping brother frightened him.
Vash looked down at his sheets with worried eyes. Everything had moved faster than before. Surely it had to be because of Knives. Because of him, Vash had changed much more in a month than he would have thought he would change in his entire lifetime. He had left his red coat behind, to be eaten by the sands of the desert, and switched to a stronger, black leather coat of slightly different style. He could easily remember why he had decided to don another coat.
After visiting the girls, he had gone straight to the short doctor from the floating city he had once lived in. Already the doctor had found a way to make an even better prosthetic arm. The only metal that could be seen was a narrow piece around his arm where it was attached to his body, a strip around his wrist, and a longer bit that went around the webbing and ball of his thumb to open up into an even more powerful gatling gun.
After his visit with the doctor, he ran into Jessica. At first he was glad to see her doing so well; but he soon realized how much pain she was in. Jessica never met his eyes. Whenever she spoke to him, she would stare at the ground, even when she offered his new black coat. She had said that Brad had always wanted a coat like that, and she never got the chance to give it to him. Choking back tears, she had handed him the black coat and ran. Vash never got the chance to see her again before he and Knives left.
Suddenly, he looked up. He had just realized why his brother had bothered him so. As he stared at his brother, Vash saw his hair shine silver. Normally, that wouldn't surprise him. Strange changes in Knives' appearance seemed to happen within minutes, and if his brother's already pale gray- blonde suddenly changed silver, it shouldn't be any cause of alarm.
To make sure he wasn't hallucinating, Vash looked out the window. Sure enough, the three moons that normally rested in the desert sky were completely covered by dark clouds. His gaze snapped back to his sleeping brother, and the knot of dread that had settled in his chest suddenly dropped to stomach as his odd sensation of fear was confirmed. In almost pitch darkness, light glinted off of Knives' hair. At a closer look, Vash saw that the light came from an inner source. It moved like oil on water, as it slid from one silver strand to another. Its hypnotizing movement made Vash shiver, and hope that it wasn't some strange omen.
The blonde man slowly lay back down again. Too tired to walk, and too awake to sleep, he stared at the ceiling, the lapses of consciousness and unconsciousness all too familiar.
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A/N:
Yeah, yeah. "What's so scary about hair that shines by itself? That's just cooooool!" Hmph, leave me alone. I wanted to try something a bit different this time, oke? Well, danke for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it! If you didn't, please explain why so I can go back and fix it for you. Fans are important, and I'll try my best to keep the fans of this fic happy. Hopefully the next chapter'll be up soon, but it's up to you guys. Like I said before, no reviews, no update. If this one doesn't get any sort of feedback, how can I make it better to keep you'll reading? I personally think that this story has a lot of potential, and I hope you all feel the same. Well, till then!
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A/N:
Hey, I finally got around to doing a Trigun fic! Ain't it great? The inspiration came last night at like, 2 am after I proved my friend right (Knives didn't die -_-). I swear the idea for this fic hit me so hard if it was physical force I wouldn't be here right now. ^_^ *sigh* If only inspiration hit me ALL the time like that.^_^ Well, I'm gonna put a lot of effort into this, so I pray to God that I get some reviews. Also, just for a heads up warning for those who haven't seen my info already; oddly enough, I DO have a life outside of fanfiction, so basically, no reviews, no updates. At the very most, if I get no reviews, I give about a chapter a month. o_O Well, it SEEMS to work. ^_^* Now, I'm done being a moron (Is she SERIOUS?!). On to the fic!
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Nicholas D. Wolfwood sat on an altar, his arms bound to the cross set behind him with ropes that cut into his body.
Vash stood before him, his arm trembling as he aimed his gun.
"What're you doing needle-noggin'?!" Wolfwood shouted. If any normal person saw the bound man, they would never have thought that he was afraid.
But Vash was never a normal person, and he felt his friend's fear. He could tell by the way Wolfwood stared at him, his eyes pleading as they nervously flicked from the gun barrel to the man in red. The blonde gunman and found he could only stare at his helpless friend. His eyes filled with tears that refused to fall when he realized what was about to take place. For a moment in time, he could feel their eyes lock and hold; and then the moment passed. Vash could do nothing to stop himself as he pulled the trigger. A resounding boom that was his gun echoed throughout the empty church, and Wolfwood's head dropped down to his chest, his entire body limp. Vash's knees buckled and he collapsed. He hugged himself around the shoulders, choking back sobs. He couldn't look. But even though his eyes saw nothing but the ground, he could hear the gentle drip of blood on the church's carpet, and already the image appeared in his mind.
Vash turned to avoid the horrifying scene, only to see Milly and Meryl. Meryl stood, trembling as crystal tears flowed down her face and dropped to the floor with the same sound as Wolfwood's blood. Milly was on her knees, screaming her anger and sadness.
"What did you do? What did you do to Wolfwood?!" trembling, the woman stood, fists and teeth clenched as she stared at the ground. "I will never forgive you for this.I will never forgive you!"
Vash felt his tears stream down his cheeks, salty and warm. Suddenly, he felt the floor give way beneath him, and he fell into complete darkness. A stabbing cold filled his chest and lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe. 'This is it.' Vash thought to himself as the darkness pressed around him, choking off the last of his oxygen. 'I'll die here.' Suddenly the blackness around him rippled as a tear once again hit the ground. And then, out of the darkness, Knives appeared.
Knives.
Vash knew it would all be over once he killed him. The vicious cycle would end. The killings would end. But somehow, he couldn't make himself aim his gun at Knives as it so easily did at Wolfwood.
'Come on', Vash pleaded to himself. 'Just shoot him.it'll all be over. You'll end all of the killings. Don't you want them to end?' He clenched his teeth as he pulled his right arm into position with his left. 'Come on.' Knives just laughed.
"I don't think we have to go through this again. We both know you won't shoot me."
Vash's eyes widened as his finger refused to pull the trigger. Knives smirked. "No. You can't shoot me. You're pacifism will only lead to your downfall Vash. We don't want that do we?" Knives took on a mocking tone as he tapped his chin with a finger. "Oh wait. Wasn't it you who shot Wolfwood? Wasn't it your fault he died? Hmm.ah, yes, it was. Maybe there's hope for you after all."
Vash found himself unable to find his voice, even to scream. Anything he tried to say came out as a choked gurgle. Knives just sneered at his brother's pathetic struggle. "Can't talk, can we? Well, I suppose that's for the better. Then you can stop preaching that pacifistic garbage that that disgustingly imperfect woman poisoned your mind with."
At that Vash's eyes blazed. He would pay. He would make Knives pay.
Finally he was able to get his finger around the trigger and pull. He heard the gunshot for the second time; and gaped in horror as his brother continued to stand.
"How many more lives will you destroy, Vash? Yes, you beat me. I admit it. But what makes you think you've won? You've settled your past, but that same tragedy is endlessly repeated in your present. I'm not out of the game yet, Vash." Knives laughed a cold, harsh laugh that made his brother's ears ring and the very marrow in his bones shake. "Yes, I'll make you regret that you kept me alive. I wonder how many more Wolfwoods and Legatos I'll let you meet? I have to say, this little game you play is making me curious."
Finally Vash found his voice, and shouted one word, with more anger and pain behind it than anything he might have said before. The one word that he would only say to Knives.
"Die!"
He shot again and again, until he finally saw Knives fall. But the haunting laughter continued.
"How many more times must you pull the trigger, Vash? How many more times will you become death? Deny it though you will, we both know that as long as you are alive, you will continue to shatter the worlds of the people your entire existence is built upon.'
Vash sat up in his bed with a start. 'Again,' he thought. 'I dreamt it again.' What did he expect? He'd had the same dream ever since he defeated his brother, Knives.
Vash's eyes snapped over to his sleeping brother. He sighed in relief when he saw his brother still lay in the bed farthest from the window, his chest gently rising and falling. Vash shivered a little, partially from the cold draft that the open window allowed, and partially from Knives. It had only been a month since he defeated him. Only a month and all of his wounds had completely healed. Even being what he was, Knives shouldn't be able to heal that quickly. But even then, something else about his sleeping brother frightened him.
Vash looked down at his sheets with worried eyes. Everything had moved faster than before. Surely it had to be because of Knives. Because of him, Vash had changed much more in a month than he would have thought he would change in his entire lifetime. He had left his red coat behind, to be eaten by the sands of the desert, and switched to a stronger, black leather coat of slightly different style. He could easily remember why he had decided to don another coat.
After visiting the girls, he had gone straight to the short doctor from the floating city he had once lived in. Already the doctor had found a way to make an even better prosthetic arm. The only metal that could be seen was a narrow piece around his arm where it was attached to his body, a strip around his wrist, and a longer bit that went around the webbing and ball of his thumb to open up into an even more powerful gatling gun.
After his visit with the doctor, he ran into Jessica. At first he was glad to see her doing so well; but he soon realized how much pain she was in. Jessica never met his eyes. Whenever she spoke to him, she would stare at the ground, even when she offered his new black coat. She had said that Brad had always wanted a coat like that, and she never got the chance to give it to him. Choking back tears, she had handed him the black coat and ran. Vash never got the chance to see her again before he and Knives left.
Suddenly, he looked up. He had just realized why his brother had bothered him so. As he stared at his brother, Vash saw his hair shine silver. Normally, that wouldn't surprise him. Strange changes in Knives' appearance seemed to happen within minutes, and if his brother's already pale gray- blonde suddenly changed silver, it shouldn't be any cause of alarm.
To make sure he wasn't hallucinating, Vash looked out the window. Sure enough, the three moons that normally rested in the desert sky were completely covered by dark clouds. His gaze snapped back to his sleeping brother, and the knot of dread that had settled in his chest suddenly dropped to stomach as his odd sensation of fear was confirmed. In almost pitch darkness, light glinted off of Knives' hair. At a closer look, Vash saw that the light came from an inner source. It moved like oil on water, as it slid from one silver strand to another. Its hypnotizing movement made Vash shiver, and hope that it wasn't some strange omen.
The blonde man slowly lay back down again. Too tired to walk, and too awake to sleep, he stared at the ceiling, the lapses of consciousness and unconsciousness all too familiar.
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A/N:
Yeah, yeah. "What's so scary about hair that shines by itself? That's just cooooool!" Hmph, leave me alone. I wanted to try something a bit different this time, oke? Well, danke for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it! If you didn't, please explain why so I can go back and fix it for you. Fans are important, and I'll try my best to keep the fans of this fic happy. Hopefully the next chapter'll be up soon, but it's up to you guys. Like I said before, no reviews, no update. If this one doesn't get any sort of feedback, how can I make it better to keep you'll reading? I personally think that this story has a lot of potential, and I hope you all feel the same. Well, till then!