Welcome to Condensed Trigun! This is where I'll post my stand-alone stories, like drabbles and shorts. If you like these sorts of things, be sure to check out Trigun Drabbles, a community I'm staff of (managed by the lovely Celesma, who writes wonderful drabbles herself). Okay, enough shameless self-promotion... A few notes before we begin:
A note on the rating: This collection is rated T and will rarely exceed the usual level of violence/sex/language/other fun stuff. I know we're all big boys and girls, but if a chapter is pushing that rating, I'll make a special warning note to let you know. Just so both my cheeks are covered.
A note on spoilers: This collection is riddled with spoilers, so I'm not going to warn you ahead of each chapter for specific ones. So please read at your own risk.
A note on archives: If you'd like to add this collection to an archive/community, I will be extremely flattered, but please contact me for permission first.
Disclaimer: Trigun © Yasuhiro Nightow. Not me.
And now that all that's out of the way... please enjoy! And review! Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated.
1. Ghost
Vash took a sip of his coffee, glancing up from the paper. And then he choked.
There was someone sitting across the table from him. But that's not what had startled Vash. It was the fact that the person sitting there hadn't been seen by a living soul in over a year.
"W-W-Wolfwood?"
"Good morning to you too."
"Huh? What, I…" Vash sputtered like a toma swallowing sand. "I don't understand…what are you doing here?"
"I figured it was about time I stopped by."
"But all this time... where the hell have you been? For Christ's sake, we thought you were dead!"
"I never said that I wasn't."