*~*~ I don't own Trigun… just the angsty feelings behind this ficcy.*~*~*~*~~*~*
5 review system here too… no review, no continue dis story…that's da drill.
Forever Roaming
"Watching these humans live day to day disgusts me so. The very thought of their ignorance sickens me to the point that I loathe the idea of leaving this old warehouse. Ever since you killed me, Legato, I am cursed to remain on this planet forevermore. You try to act so urbane, but inside, I know you are nothing but a dastardly speck of an bungler… a pure moron so to speak. The only weapons I have are: my gun, my smirk, and hate.(My speed doesn't really matter now, does it?) The only person who knows what I have gone through: Vash the Stampede. Whatever the cost(as if cost matters to a dead person…) I must find and warn him of Legato's plot…"