Summary: Meryl is kiddnapped by a crazed and psychotic guy who's family was killed by one of Vash's hijinx. The only way to save Meryl is to do numerous painful deeds of sin and dispare. How far would Vash go to save Meryl?
Disclamer: I dont own Trigun
Author's Note: This is my first serious fic so cut me some slack. This was an idea I've been juggling around in my head for some time and well I decided to take the leap and submit it in.This fic is rated PG-13 for some violent content and sexual situations. (but this chapter is pretty clean) This is a V/M fic and I think you might like it. No flames please. If you dont like it dont read it. Review after you are finished with this chapter. Thanks.
It was a plain and normal day on the planet of Gunsmoke in the town of December. Vash decided to take a break from his travels to relax and kick back for a couple of weeks. He sat there at the table, eating multiple sandwiches that Meryl had made for him.
"Mmm tfees are frelly goob" Vash said with his mouth full. Meryl groaned, setting down another plate of salmon sandwiches in front of Vash. His eyes grew wide as he malled the plate of turkey.
"Don't you have any manners at all?" Meryl snapped watching him eat the sandwiches with no mercy. He opened his mouth to speak but Meryl shot him a evil look and he swallowed the sandwich mix in his mouth instantly and smiled.
"Sorry Meryl, I haven't eaten in almost a week, I was starving, good thing you were here." He picked up another sandwich and countinued his feast. Meryl smiled at Vash holding the serving tray to her chest watching Vash slightly amused as she finally turned and walked back into the kitchen and began washing dishes. At the sound of dishes clanking together, Vash craned his neck to look just past the kitchen door seeing only part of Meryl. He got up, wiping his mouth and walked silently to the door way. He leaned against the other side of the door listening to her hum the song that Rem used to sing on occaisions when they sat outside and ate lunch back on the seeds ship.
He smiled to himself and mouthed the words to the song, turning his head to peek through the door. 'Meryl...she's stuck with me all this time, no one has done this before...not like she did. Everytime I've gotten into trouble she was always there....' he thought listening to the water run and the dishes clack. 'Now I have to be there for her...like she was there for me. I'll make a promise, I'll stay with you. Always.'
Meryl stopped humming the song and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had been working in the kitchen all morning and needed to go shopping for dinner. She looked up at the clock and groaned, countinuing with the dishes, until she felt a hand on hers. She quickly let go of the plate, startled, looking up. Vash smiled catching the plate with ease and began washing it in the soapy water.
"Vash, what are you doing? I don't have time for your games. I h-"
"Go ahead and go shopping." Vash interrupted her, setting the plate onto the clean stack and smiled at her. "You made me lunch, the least I can do is clean the mess." He said flashing his charming smile. She flushed and nodded at him, walking to the table to gather her things.
"I really appreciate this Vash, I need to get dinner for tonight and I have to take care of some errands. I have so much to do and so little time." She searched through the mountain of papers and placed her hand on her head thinking to herself.
"Where is it?" She scrambled around the kitchen looking around the floor and she ran into the Vash looking up at him holding her purse.
"Looking for this?" He said, handing her the purse. She hesitated to take it at first, then nodded to him. "I'll be back in about in 2 hours but Millie should be back from babysitting by then. Please PLEASE Vash stay out of trouble."
She swung her purse over her shoulder and walked out the door. Closing it, she began heading down the street. Vash sighed, thinking about how busy Meryl was and how she never took a break. He shrugged it off and countinued on the dishes humming the song from before.
Meryl wandered down the marketplace street looking at her list of things she has to do. It had been about 3 hours since she left and she only had 1 more thing to take care of. She was so relived that Vash took over the dishes or should would have been at least 30 minutes behind. Meryl walked into the bakery feeling the fans blow in her direction while scanning the items around the shop. She walked to the counter and rang the bell. An old man covered in flour walked in while wiping his hands on a towel.
"What can I do for you, little lady?" he asked.
"Yes, I need 4 loaves of bread please." She glanced behind the man and saw that there was a special on donuts, $$4 for a dozen. She instantly decided to get Vash something to thank him for doing the dishes. "And a dozen donuts," she added. The man nodded and wandered into the back to retrive her order. It was so quiet in that little shop. It was dusty and pretty worn down. That shop had indeed seen better days. It had a few leaks here and there, small holes in the wall but the shop was sanitary enough. She didnt feel completly comfortable alone in that room. She had a suspicous feeling that someone was watching her. Even when she knew she was alone. Still, something told her that someone or something was there.
She heard a little scramble behind the stacked boxes of flour and yeast, making her spin around, her eyes shooting across the room rapidly. She let out a nervous laugh and smiled. "Get a hold of yourself Meryl. You're just stressed out, imagining things. There's nothing there...." As her curiousity got the best of her as she turned her head and looked at the window seeing a dark and tall figure at the window and it seemed to be staring at her through the window.
Suddenly the baker walked into the door with the bread and the donuts in his arms, and began bagging them for her. She quickly turned back around leaning on the counter, running her fingers through her hair. She blinked a few times and looked behind her to find that the figure was gone. She sighed with relife and blamed it all on her imagination. Obviously she was stressed out and needed to get back. It was already 6 pm and Millie was probably back from the Henson's babysitting job. She needed to get back to type her report.
"Pardon me, ma'am! That will be $$20!" he bellowed.
Meryl snapped out of her trance and looked up at the man, "Oh yes of course. I'm sorry, I was just in deep thought." She removed her purse from her sholder and dug through it to find the money, handing it to the man. He took the money and placed it into the wooden regiester. The man's plump hands counted the change and handed it to Meryl. She took the money and stuffed it in her purse. She snatched the bag nodding to the gentleman. "Thank you sir."
Meryl walked towards the door and looked over at the window one more time. She walked out the door, observing the streets of the deserted marketplace and watching the remaining shops beginning to close up.
"Wow, I guess I am late. It is a Sunday after all." Meryl glanced at her watch reading 6:15pm. The young woman began to power walk down the street so she can get back. Meryl stopped and looked down at an alley wondering if she should take that certain path. It was short, easy and it would save her at least half an ile.
"Take the path, I have to get back and fast." She took a deep breath and wandered down the dark alley, clutching the bag to her chest. She glanced over her back constantly and began to slow her walk. Meryl felt a gust past the back of her neck as she spun around, looking around in fear. She began walking backwards, slowly looking at the direction she felt the wind come from. It was bad enough that the day was hectic and busy. She didnt want to loose her mind along with her time. Meryl wimpered and turned around, countinuing her walk towards her street.
A person whizzed past in front of her. It was almost impossible to tell it was a human. She yet out a yelp of surprise, almost dropping the bags.
"Wh- who's there?" she stuttered, studying the dark corner the person had ran into. The young woman's legs began to shake while waiting for a reply from the figure. Meryl stood there for about 3 minutes until deciding to countinue walking. The streetlights dimmed on the alley giving her limited sight of her surroundings. Suddenly, Meryl stopped, hearing faint footsteps behind her. Clutching the bag tighter, she countinued her walk. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, quickening her pace. The footsteps continued, getting gradually louder and faster. Meryl gasped and ran down the alley as fast as she could. 'Please, please, please, please,' she thought, rapidly trying to escape from the quickening footsteps behind her. She turned the corner sharply and stopped at the door attempting to open it finding it was locked. She gasped turning the doorknob hard trying to open it. Her eyes looked up and saw the figure was approching from the alley. Meryl snatched her purse off of her arm after setting down the groceries and began searching for the keys. Her eyes widen seeing that she had forgotten her keys by the sink. Picking the grocerys up she began banging at the door as hard as she can.
"Vash! Millie! Open the door please! Vash!" she countinued banging almost in tears seeing the shadow of the myserty figure flip a knife back in forth. The banging countinued until the door flew open as Meryl fell into the arms of Vash dropping the grocerys and her purse and leaning against the door closing it instantly and holding onto Vash's trenchcoat.
"Meryl! What happened? Whats the matter?" Vash asked feeling her trimble in his arms. He looked at the door glaring at it while comforting the hystarical Meryl in his arms. 'Someones after Meryl......? Why?' Vash thought to himself.
Vash looked down at Meryl rubbing her back "Hey hey whats the matter? What happened?" he asked with a soft voice. Meryl stopped crying and looked up into Vash's eyes becoming lost in the green pools of compassion. "I....I..." she began to studder.
"Oh my goodness! Meryl! Whats the matter?" Millie shouted rushing over to Meryl's side to see if she was ok. Meryl tried to hide the tears from her worried friend. "I'm ok, its nothing, I was just a little scared thats all. Thats me paranoid Meryl. Heh." Vash had a confused look on his face shifting his gaze to Millie. "Are you sure your ok Meryl? You had me worried." Millie asked hugging Meryl softly. "Yes I'm sure Millie, don't worry about me." She picked up her purse and the groceries that were dropped on the floor and placing them back in the bag. "I'm just a little tired and delutional. I just need to cook and get some rest and I'll be just fine." Meryl began to unpack the groceries. Vash still had his eyes fixed on the door wanting to know why Meryl was so frightened. He was worried....really worried.
"Oh no you dont Meryl!" Millie scolded taking the groceries from her hands.
"Millie, what are you doing? I have to cook dinner." she said trying to retrive the loaf from her friend. Millie shook her head and pushed her friend to the back to her room. "No way, Meryl! You have been working hard all day and you indeed need a break. I will cook dinner for tonight but for now you should take a shower and I'll bring you some dinner. You deserve a break." Millie chirped pushing Meryl into the room. "But, Millie..." she stopped in the middle of her sentence and decided that arguing with Millie was futile. She was always going to loose. Meryl nodded to Millie agreeing with her, "I guess your right...I do need to take a break. After all, I have been on my feet all day and I could use a shower." Millie smiled glad that Meryl had finally come to her senses. Meryl sat on her bed thinking to herself. Thinking about the person in the alley. Who was that? Had they been the one in the bakery? Have they been watching her all day? The young woman pulled her knees to her chest hoping that it was just your ordinary thug and he had no other buisness with her....if he did....she didnt know what she would do.
AN: There ya go, someone is after Meryl. But who? And Why? R+R and I'll post the next chapter Asap. Thanks. I am also open to any suggestions to improve my work.
WitchHunterRaven
Disclamer: I dont own Trigun
Author's Note: This is my first serious fic so cut me some slack. This was an idea I've been juggling around in my head for some time and well I decided to take the leap and submit it in.This fic is rated PG-13 for some violent content and sexual situations. (but this chapter is pretty clean) This is a V/M fic and I think you might like it. No flames please. If you dont like it dont read it. Review after you are finished with this chapter. Thanks.
It was a plain and normal day on the planet of Gunsmoke in the town of December. Vash decided to take a break from his travels to relax and kick back for a couple of weeks. He sat there at the table, eating multiple sandwiches that Meryl had made for him.
"Mmm tfees are frelly goob" Vash said with his mouth full. Meryl groaned, setting down another plate of salmon sandwiches in front of Vash. His eyes grew wide as he malled the plate of turkey.
"Don't you have any manners at all?" Meryl snapped watching him eat the sandwiches with no mercy. He opened his mouth to speak but Meryl shot him a evil look and he swallowed the sandwich mix in his mouth instantly and smiled.
"Sorry Meryl, I haven't eaten in almost a week, I was starving, good thing you were here." He picked up another sandwich and countinued his feast. Meryl smiled at Vash holding the serving tray to her chest watching Vash slightly amused as she finally turned and walked back into the kitchen and began washing dishes. At the sound of dishes clanking together, Vash craned his neck to look just past the kitchen door seeing only part of Meryl. He got up, wiping his mouth and walked silently to the door way. He leaned against the other side of the door listening to her hum the song that Rem used to sing on occaisions when they sat outside and ate lunch back on the seeds ship.
He smiled to himself and mouthed the words to the song, turning his head to peek through the door. 'Meryl...she's stuck with me all this time, no one has done this before...not like she did. Everytime I've gotten into trouble she was always there....' he thought listening to the water run and the dishes clack. 'Now I have to be there for her...like she was there for me. I'll make a promise, I'll stay with you. Always.'
Meryl stopped humming the song and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had been working in the kitchen all morning and needed to go shopping for dinner. She looked up at the clock and groaned, countinuing with the dishes, until she felt a hand on hers. She quickly let go of the plate, startled, looking up. Vash smiled catching the plate with ease and began washing it in the soapy water.
"Vash, what are you doing? I don't have time for your games. I h-"
"Go ahead and go shopping." Vash interrupted her, setting the plate onto the clean stack and smiled at her. "You made me lunch, the least I can do is clean the mess." He said flashing his charming smile. She flushed and nodded at him, walking to the table to gather her things.
"I really appreciate this Vash, I need to get dinner for tonight and I have to take care of some errands. I have so much to do and so little time." She searched through the mountain of papers and placed her hand on her head thinking to herself.
"Where is it?" She scrambled around the kitchen looking around the floor and she ran into the Vash looking up at him holding her purse.
"Looking for this?" He said, handing her the purse. She hesitated to take it at first, then nodded to him. "I'll be back in about in 2 hours but Millie should be back from babysitting by then. Please PLEASE Vash stay out of trouble."
She swung her purse over her shoulder and walked out the door. Closing it, she began heading down the street. Vash sighed, thinking about how busy Meryl was and how she never took a break. He shrugged it off and countinued on the dishes humming the song from before.
Meryl wandered down the marketplace street looking at her list of things she has to do. It had been about 3 hours since she left and she only had 1 more thing to take care of. She was so relived that Vash took over the dishes or should would have been at least 30 minutes behind. Meryl walked into the bakery feeling the fans blow in her direction while scanning the items around the shop. She walked to the counter and rang the bell. An old man covered in flour walked in while wiping his hands on a towel.
"What can I do for you, little lady?" he asked.
"Yes, I need 4 loaves of bread please." She glanced behind the man and saw that there was a special on donuts, $$4 for a dozen. She instantly decided to get Vash something to thank him for doing the dishes. "And a dozen donuts," she added. The man nodded and wandered into the back to retrive her order. It was so quiet in that little shop. It was dusty and pretty worn down. That shop had indeed seen better days. It had a few leaks here and there, small holes in the wall but the shop was sanitary enough. She didnt feel completly comfortable alone in that room. She had a suspicous feeling that someone was watching her. Even when she knew she was alone. Still, something told her that someone or something was there.
She heard a little scramble behind the stacked boxes of flour and yeast, making her spin around, her eyes shooting across the room rapidly. She let out a nervous laugh and smiled. "Get a hold of yourself Meryl. You're just stressed out, imagining things. There's nothing there...." As her curiousity got the best of her as she turned her head and looked at the window seeing a dark and tall figure at the window and it seemed to be staring at her through the window.
Suddenly the baker walked into the door with the bread and the donuts in his arms, and began bagging them for her. She quickly turned back around leaning on the counter, running her fingers through her hair. She blinked a few times and looked behind her to find that the figure was gone. She sighed with relife and blamed it all on her imagination. Obviously she was stressed out and needed to get back. It was already 6 pm and Millie was probably back from the Henson's babysitting job. She needed to get back to type her report.
"Pardon me, ma'am! That will be $$20!" he bellowed.
Meryl snapped out of her trance and looked up at the man, "Oh yes of course. I'm sorry, I was just in deep thought." She removed her purse from her sholder and dug through it to find the money, handing it to the man. He took the money and placed it into the wooden regiester. The man's plump hands counted the change and handed it to Meryl. She took the money and stuffed it in her purse. She snatched the bag nodding to the gentleman. "Thank you sir."
Meryl walked towards the door and looked over at the window one more time. She walked out the door, observing the streets of the deserted marketplace and watching the remaining shops beginning to close up.
"Wow, I guess I am late. It is a Sunday after all." Meryl glanced at her watch reading 6:15pm. The young woman began to power walk down the street so she can get back. Meryl stopped and looked down at an alley wondering if she should take that certain path. It was short, easy and it would save her at least half an ile.
"Take the path, I have to get back and fast." She took a deep breath and wandered down the dark alley, clutching the bag to her chest. She glanced over her back constantly and began to slow her walk. Meryl felt a gust past the back of her neck as she spun around, looking around in fear. She began walking backwards, slowly looking at the direction she felt the wind come from. It was bad enough that the day was hectic and busy. She didnt want to loose her mind along with her time. Meryl wimpered and turned around, countinuing her walk towards her street.
A person whizzed past in front of her. It was almost impossible to tell it was a human. She yet out a yelp of surprise, almost dropping the bags.
"Wh- who's there?" she stuttered, studying the dark corner the person had ran into. The young woman's legs began to shake while waiting for a reply from the figure. Meryl stood there for about 3 minutes until deciding to countinue walking. The streetlights dimmed on the alley giving her limited sight of her surroundings. Suddenly, Meryl stopped, hearing faint footsteps behind her. Clutching the bag tighter, she countinued her walk. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, quickening her pace. The footsteps continued, getting gradually louder and faster. Meryl gasped and ran down the alley as fast as she could. 'Please, please, please, please,' she thought, rapidly trying to escape from the quickening footsteps behind her. She turned the corner sharply and stopped at the door attempting to open it finding it was locked. She gasped turning the doorknob hard trying to open it. Her eyes looked up and saw the figure was approching from the alley. Meryl snatched her purse off of her arm after setting down the groceries and began searching for the keys. Her eyes widen seeing that she had forgotten her keys by the sink. Picking the grocerys up she began banging at the door as hard as she can.
"Vash! Millie! Open the door please! Vash!" she countinued banging almost in tears seeing the shadow of the myserty figure flip a knife back in forth. The banging countinued until the door flew open as Meryl fell into the arms of Vash dropping the grocerys and her purse and leaning against the door closing it instantly and holding onto Vash's trenchcoat.
"Meryl! What happened? Whats the matter?" Vash asked feeling her trimble in his arms. He looked at the door glaring at it while comforting the hystarical Meryl in his arms. 'Someones after Meryl......? Why?' Vash thought to himself.
Vash looked down at Meryl rubbing her back "Hey hey whats the matter? What happened?" he asked with a soft voice. Meryl stopped crying and looked up into Vash's eyes becoming lost in the green pools of compassion. "I....I..." she began to studder.
"Oh my goodness! Meryl! Whats the matter?" Millie shouted rushing over to Meryl's side to see if she was ok. Meryl tried to hide the tears from her worried friend. "I'm ok, its nothing, I was just a little scared thats all. Thats me paranoid Meryl. Heh." Vash had a confused look on his face shifting his gaze to Millie. "Are you sure your ok Meryl? You had me worried." Millie asked hugging Meryl softly. "Yes I'm sure Millie, don't worry about me." She picked up her purse and the groceries that were dropped on the floor and placing them back in the bag. "I'm just a little tired and delutional. I just need to cook and get some rest and I'll be just fine." Meryl began to unpack the groceries. Vash still had his eyes fixed on the door wanting to know why Meryl was so frightened. He was worried....really worried.
"Oh no you dont Meryl!" Millie scolded taking the groceries from her hands.
"Millie, what are you doing? I have to cook dinner." she said trying to retrive the loaf from her friend. Millie shook her head and pushed her friend to the back to her room. "No way, Meryl! You have been working hard all day and you indeed need a break. I will cook dinner for tonight but for now you should take a shower and I'll bring you some dinner. You deserve a break." Millie chirped pushing Meryl into the room. "But, Millie..." she stopped in the middle of her sentence and decided that arguing with Millie was futile. She was always going to loose. Meryl nodded to Millie agreeing with her, "I guess your right...I do need to take a break. After all, I have been on my feet all day and I could use a shower." Millie smiled glad that Meryl had finally come to her senses. Meryl sat on her bed thinking to herself. Thinking about the person in the alley. Who was that? Had they been the one in the bakery? Have they been watching her all day? The young woman pulled her knees to her chest hoping that it was just your ordinary thug and he had no other buisness with her....if he did....she didnt know what she would do.
AN: There ya go, someone is after Meryl. But who? And Why? R+R and I'll post the next chapter Asap. Thanks. I am also open to any suggestions to improve my work.
WitchHunterRaven