This is my second try at a Trigun Fanfiction. The first one is still being written, but people like it! WHOAWHO!
Anyways, now to get to the point. This story came from a freaky dream I had. I was talking to vash ((In my dream)) and all of a sudden he suddenly said,"I'm not Vash. I'm his son."
Well, to make a long story short, that's where I came up with the idea.
No more questions?! GOOD!
I've only seen certain Trigun EP.
Like, I haven't seen ep. 12-13, or 20, or 24-26. ^_^ I cheat and borrow the CDs' from my friends. And download the ep. from the computer, which takes FOREVER!!!!!!
Anyways, now to the story!
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Vash the Stampede JR.
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Introduction-
((Vash's POV))
The sands whipped around hardeshly that day. The sun was nearly covered over by the sand blowing around. My eyes stung horribly as I trudged through the desert, but I had a place to go. A place that I left in fear of the people there getting hurt.
Jewel....
The name echoed through my mind a million times each day. Each time bringing a stabbing pain in my chest. I thought, once, that we were in love. That I finally found my eden.
She was so.. prefect.. She was beautiful, smart, fun, kind and she loved me back. The days spent with her.. were ... prefect.
Nothing brought me more joy then to see her smile during those days..
'Those days...' I thought deeply. Her and I spilt up. After three years together.. we couldn't stand each other after that. After she had two childern.. my childern... we grew apart. I don't know why. We just.... changed so much..
'That and the fact that she was afraid I was going to live forever and she would die an old woman, while I still stayed young.' I thought bitterly. My life was a curse to myself sometimes, yet I found reasons to go on..
'My childern..." The words echoed through my head like a lost fairytale. My two wonderful childern. My son and daughter...
My son, a strong willed one he was. He always wanted to be the very best. Even from a young age. If I could recall right, he looked exactly like me.
My daughter, a wonderful person she was. Always thinking of someone else. She wanted to help heal the world, no matter what someone told her.
I loved them both dearly and it tore at my heart the day I left. I had to leave. People were looking for me. What if they found me.. and killed them?! I couldn't stand the thought of that happening. I would never allow that to happen. I'd glading die a thousand times before I let either one of those two down.
I looked up, sleiding my eyes from the sand that blew around me. A building.. or a large rock was in front of me. I continued to walk forward dispite the pain it caused. It took all my strength to keep walking forward.
'No use turning back now.' I thought to myself. These were my last moments alive, and I was going to spend them with my childern who I hadn't seen in God knows how long.
I made it to the town as the winds died down enough for me to get my vision back. The city was always hit hard with sand storms around this time of the year. Sand covered up three inches of all the buildings. Three inches wasn't much, but if you take in account that it's sand and it spreads.... it gets really bad.
Try walking through three inches of sand one day and you'll know what I mean. And with me being wounded, it didn't help matters.
'Knives.... I killed you didn't I? I caused you enough damage that you died... right in my arms you died...' I thought.. Knives died two days ago, dispite my effords to help him, I only delayed his death.
But, before he died, he got what he wanted. He grabbed a knife off the desk by the bed. I was using to knife to cut the bandages. He stabbed me in the chest four times before I could stop him. As I lay on the floor, I heard him chuckle before his final breath.
I shook my head of those thoughts. I was going to die. No way around that. I was going to die a lonely and bitter person. I nearly gave an ironic laugh. This was just too much for me to bare. I died, helping out my brother who tried to kill me and killed everyone dear to me. Maybe I was... too sentimental after all. But, there was no time to think about that. My final thoughts, were going to be happy ones, no matter what happened next.
I finally made it inside the saloon. This is where I would find them. My childern. My gifts to the world were in here.
I sat down in a chair and hung onto the dirty cloth covering my whole form. I used this thing many times before, mainly when there were sand storms, but I also used it when I was stuck in that alley way for awhile.
As I scanned the room, i saw him. My son. He was playing for the saloon. His favorite song he came up with. It always made me feel like he was singing about me.
His hands glided up and down the strings in a pro-like manner. His head always pointed a bit down as he thought about every move, though it seemed like he knew every move like the back of his hand. He sung his heart out everytime he got up there. he put feelings into his words.
I smiled, a true smile at him. I finally knew I had done some good on this world. He was the bare proof of that.
Then, he stopped. In the middle of the song, he stopped. He looked up for the first time since I walked in. he looked, straight at me, before continuing.
My heart stopped for a second. He.. could feel my presence, couldn't he? I looked up at his face. He had stopped looking at the floor and was now looking right at me.
'My son...' My thoughts echoed. He looked, exactly like me, but he was only two inches shorter then me and his hair was long. It reached below his shoulders and flooped over to one side of his head. His eyes revealed all his feelings. Confusion and awareness, the two most present in his eyes.
I smiled dispite myself. He was going to leave his own mark on the world that was for sure. Weather it be from singing, or from a gun.. he was going to make me even prouder of him.... if that was possible.
I suddenly felt all the pain I had been hiding away come out. I finally noticed I had lost too much blood. I made a gasping sound before falling out of my chair and hitting the ground.
The last thing I heard was my son's voice singing the last line of the song
'Til death do us part, you're always in my heart.'
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Part 1- Becoming the legend
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((Vash's son POV)) ((AN:The rest of the story will most likly be his POV, unless I'm in a M&M mood. ^_^))
"Wake up..... wake up.." I said as I helped him to the bed. He was dirty, well, down right filthy! His clothes were tore and soaked with blood. Sand covered almost all of his body.
'This guy made it through the desert in a sand storm! And wounded! Who the hell is this guy?!' I thought to myself. I felt like I had known him forever. Like he was something.. speacail to me.
'Yeah right. He's probably some homeless guy who wondered too far from his town and ended up here.'
Still, the tought remained. He apparently wasn't going to wake up right now. So, I grabbed a wet cloth and started to clean his face a little. I couldn't really see his face. It was covered by sand.
As I cleaned the last bit of sand from his face, he woke up. Then I noticed it.. he looked EXACTLY like me!
"YAHHHH!!!!!" I shouted as I fell backwards. I scrambled away from this guy, who was looking pretty confused himself.
"What.. who.. where am I?" He asked.
"Who am I??!! What the hell are you pal! You look exactly like me! That's not possible." I yelled. What the hell was going on here?!
"Son..." He croaked out.
'Son? IS this my... it couldn't be.. mom said my father was.. Vash the Stampede so how could.. is he.. then why....' GRR! These thoughts were going too fast for me.
"Son... I have a lot to explain to you."
"Damn right you do! If you're my father, then why the hell did you leave us?!" I yelled at him, sitting next to him.
"Son.. I'm dying. I don't have much time left.. but I want to say this that's why I came here."
"Son nothing! You don't have the right to call me that. You left us when I was only one years old! How dare you call me your son!" I yelled angerly at him. A father didn't just up and leave his family like that!
"... please... hear me out.. I have so much to tell you.. but so little time.." He said in a horse voice.
'So, the old man is finally dying?' I thought bitterly. I didn't care abou them. Why should I?
"Why should I listen?" I asked.
"Because.. I want you to know the truth about.. everything."
"Everything huh? That sounds interesting. So spill it. Tell me why you left."
"Because I was so scared that all of you would get killed if I stayed. What if someone found out who I was and up and killed you?! I couldn't live with that. I love you all too much to do that."
"Well, dispite your efforts, it didn't work.. dad." I said, spitting out the word 'dad' like it was toxic. "Kelly, my sister was murdered by bountry hunters looking for you. And mom died last year. She wasn't killed but died of pure sickness."
".... and you?"
"I am fine. And I don't need YOUR help dad." I spit out. I hated being cruel to anyone, but in my mind he deserved it more then anything. "I know what you are, Vash the Stampede. You're a killer. A murder. I'm nothing like you and because of you, my sister is dead! And you want to know what?! I'm glad you're dying! You deserve it after everything you done! How dare you come in my life right when you're dying and expect me to live up to you?! I know you came here to teach me how to be like you! Well, tough! I hope you have a slow death you Bas.." Before I could finished, he punched me.
I fell backwards off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. I grabbed my cheek and stared up at him.
"I don't care what you heard or think of me. I have something to say so listen! Got that?!" he yelled. I could tell he was straining himself to do this. Tears brimmed his eyes. Hurt, pain, love... all mixes of emotions were flowing in his eyes. I could tell me words hurt him more then his wounds right now.
For once, I kept my big mouth shut.
"Now. These are my final moments of life. Let me tell you everything, from the very beginning. Everything about my life."
I nodded at him. I got up and sat down next to him, not daring to say a word until he said I could. Even in a weakened state, I knew her could easily take me down. I sat and listened to everything.
His whole life story wrapped up in only a few hours. He told me everything, just like he said. From the moment he could remember being alive, to this very second. I listened without making a sound, which was hard to do. I wanted to cry during a lot of the story, but I was too proud to do something like that.
I never cried. The only time I remember crying was during my sister's death. After that, nothing was so painful that I had to cry over.
Then he finished. I could tell his throat was dry, so I gave him some water. I sat down in silence, not sure what to do or say.
"So...what do I have to do?" I asked him.
"Are you ready?" He asked me.
I thought about it. If I agreed, I would be running from bounty hunters for the rest of my life. Never be able to settle down, getting shot at and having near death moments, everyday for the rest of my life, which may not last that long if I take this. But, then again. I owe it to him. After what I said, if I didn't take this, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
'Well, it's not like I have a life after both of my family members died. and now.. my father too..' I thought. I looked at him and nodded.
"Then, get ready for the fight of your life. I know you'll do well. After all, you're my son." He said with a wide grin.
I could feel a sweatdrop go down my forehead, but then smiled back. It was hard to imagine him being the way he was. Vash the Stampede, or should I now say, the old Vash the Stampede?
"Dad.. when you die.. will you help me from heaven?" I asked him, looking down at the ground.
"If there is a way, I'll find it. I promise. No matter where I go, I'll find a way to help you. Oh, and will you do me another favor? Well, two favors really."
"Sure. Anything."
"For one, wear this coat." He handed me his bag. I opened it and found a blood red coat in the bag. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was wonderful.
I stood up and put it on. It fit nearly perfect. I was shorter, so the edges would hit the ground and the sleeves were a little too long.
"You look.. great.. You can get it trimmed though." He said with a grin. "And the second one is, please find the two insurence girls for me and take care of them? I think it's still their job to follow me and they would go to the ends of the planet to do it too!"
I laughed with him. He told me about them. When our laughter died down, my mind began to wonder.
'Am I really taking the right road?' I thought. Then I looked at his grinning face. I smiled back at him. 'I may not be taking to the right road, but I'd rather take this one even if it costs me my life.'
Then, his smile started to fade from his face. His breath became rapid and shallow.
"Dad... no.. NOT now! NO! DAD!" I yelled, running to his side and holding him in my arms. I cradled him like a baby as I looked down at his face.
He gave a weak smile up at me. His eyes full of pride. I could tell he was dying now. His body was growing cold to the touch and his eyes were starting to glaze. His breath became more shollow.
I felt for the first time in three years, tears fall down my cheeks. Vash, my father in front of me, dying in my arms, reached up and hand a brushed the tears from my cheeks. He gave another weak smile.
He spoke in a shollow and almost whisper tone of voice. "Son.. I was the most proudest father on the planet when you were born... and if it's even possible, I'm even more proud of you now.. I love you.. good-bye.."
I gripped his shoulder and stared down at him. His final breath came and went. His body grew stiff and cold. His life was gone.
Tears fell from my cheeks faster then they ever had. I clentched my teeth together and stood up. I grabbed his body and put him on my back. This was the least I could do for him. I had to do this, no matter what the cost.
I walked out with him on my back and went down to the streets. I walked through the town, icnoring the stares and pointing. All I cared about was him. I was going to put him in my favorite spot. That's where he should rest. In that peaceful place on the hill where he could look over the city. Finally at peace.
Though, I heard many people tell me not to go out there during the storm, I didn't listen. I walked up the hill, using all my strength. I felt my muscles scream at me and my back almost give out, but I continued anyways. I wasn't going to stop for anything.
I made it to the spot where he could finally rest in peace. I used my bare hands to dig the grave. My finger tips became numb as I dug. I didn't mind. It helped me get over the pain. I had no idea who my father was, or what the sitution was, but yet I judged him by what I heard. I judged him not by what I saw, but by what others saw. I was wrong, so wrong it hurts.
Tears streamed down my face still, soaking my shirt and the ground below me. When I was finally done digging, I looked over at his body. He looked so peaceful. His lips in a small up turned smile and his face completely relaxed. He looked like he was just simply asleep and would wake up at any moment.
God, I wished that to be true. Just to see him wake up as if nothing happened. I want to start over. From the very beginning. I want to get to know him better and to learn everything he has to teach. He was nothing like what the rumors said. He was kind, caring, loving and probably wouldn't hurt a fly if he didn't have too.
I gave an ironic smile. The man I forced myself to hate for so long, just changed my whole life by the mere presences he brought with him when he walked into my life. I easily let him worm his way into my heart through those short hours with him. I loved him more then anyone could imagine. I respected him.. more then I even respect myself. He was brave and probably gave his life for someone.
He was a man, I had wished and hoped to become one day.
I closed my eyes and let the tears dry themselves on my cheeks, refusing to whipe them off. The warm tears fell, for god knows how long.
I didn't even notice the sand storm had stopped. I looked back over at him. Still, the same smile, the same peaceful look. He was going to be like that forever now. He was going to be at peace.
I pulled his body over to the grave. I slowly placed him in it. I covered him with dirt and stones, to make sure animals didn't dig up his grave. I patted the ground down hard, making sure no animal would find him. I found a stone and placed it at the head of his grave.
I pulled out my pocket knife and carved in the stone. I sat there til dust, carving in the stone, making the letters perfect. I sat back and admired my work. Sweat dropped form my face instead of tears now. I re-read what I wrote.
'Here lies Vash the Stampede,
A great man, father and human being.
May his soul finally find the peace,
that he gave his life to find. We will
love and miss you forever'
I laid down next to his grave. The way the hill was curved, you could see the whole town from right there. I watched the sky grow dark and the town light up. The sounds of this desert planet echoed through the night. I let myself fall asleep right there. My body finally getting the rest it begged me for. My eyelids dropped as I said a light pray.
'Father, I love you. And I will make your legend live on'
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That... was a long chapter... I know. Sad beginning isn't it?! What a way to start out this story! Don't ask me why I am writing this story, because I don't even know! But, I hope you guys like it! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, now to get to the point. This story came from a freaky dream I had. I was talking to vash ((In my dream)) and all of a sudden he suddenly said,"I'm not Vash. I'm his son."
Well, to make a long story short, that's where I came up with the idea.
No more questions?! GOOD!
I've only seen certain Trigun EP.
Like, I haven't seen ep. 12-13, or 20, or 24-26. ^_^ I cheat and borrow the CDs' from my friends. And download the ep. from the computer, which takes FOREVER!!!!!!
Anyways, now to the story!
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Vash the Stampede JR.
********************************
Introduction-
((Vash's POV))
The sands whipped around hardeshly that day. The sun was nearly covered over by the sand blowing around. My eyes stung horribly as I trudged through the desert, but I had a place to go. A place that I left in fear of the people there getting hurt.
Jewel....
The name echoed through my mind a million times each day. Each time bringing a stabbing pain in my chest. I thought, once, that we were in love. That I finally found my eden.
She was so.. prefect.. She was beautiful, smart, fun, kind and she loved me back. The days spent with her.. were ... prefect.
Nothing brought me more joy then to see her smile during those days..
'Those days...' I thought deeply. Her and I spilt up. After three years together.. we couldn't stand each other after that. After she had two childern.. my childern... we grew apart. I don't know why. We just.... changed so much..
'That and the fact that she was afraid I was going to live forever and she would die an old woman, while I still stayed young.' I thought bitterly. My life was a curse to myself sometimes, yet I found reasons to go on..
'My childern..." The words echoed through my head like a lost fairytale. My two wonderful childern. My son and daughter...
My son, a strong willed one he was. He always wanted to be the very best. Even from a young age. If I could recall right, he looked exactly like me.
My daughter, a wonderful person she was. Always thinking of someone else. She wanted to help heal the world, no matter what someone told her.
I loved them both dearly and it tore at my heart the day I left. I had to leave. People were looking for me. What if they found me.. and killed them?! I couldn't stand the thought of that happening. I would never allow that to happen. I'd glading die a thousand times before I let either one of those two down.
I looked up, sleiding my eyes from the sand that blew around me. A building.. or a large rock was in front of me. I continued to walk forward dispite the pain it caused. It took all my strength to keep walking forward.
'No use turning back now.' I thought to myself. These were my last moments alive, and I was going to spend them with my childern who I hadn't seen in God knows how long.
I made it to the town as the winds died down enough for me to get my vision back. The city was always hit hard with sand storms around this time of the year. Sand covered up three inches of all the buildings. Three inches wasn't much, but if you take in account that it's sand and it spreads.... it gets really bad.
Try walking through three inches of sand one day and you'll know what I mean. And with me being wounded, it didn't help matters.
'Knives.... I killed you didn't I? I caused you enough damage that you died... right in my arms you died...' I thought.. Knives died two days ago, dispite my effords to help him, I only delayed his death.
But, before he died, he got what he wanted. He grabbed a knife off the desk by the bed. I was using to knife to cut the bandages. He stabbed me in the chest four times before I could stop him. As I lay on the floor, I heard him chuckle before his final breath.
I shook my head of those thoughts. I was going to die. No way around that. I was going to die a lonely and bitter person. I nearly gave an ironic laugh. This was just too much for me to bare. I died, helping out my brother who tried to kill me and killed everyone dear to me. Maybe I was... too sentimental after all. But, there was no time to think about that. My final thoughts, were going to be happy ones, no matter what happened next.
I finally made it inside the saloon. This is where I would find them. My childern. My gifts to the world were in here.
I sat down in a chair and hung onto the dirty cloth covering my whole form. I used this thing many times before, mainly when there were sand storms, but I also used it when I was stuck in that alley way for awhile.
As I scanned the room, i saw him. My son. He was playing for the saloon. His favorite song he came up with. It always made me feel like he was singing about me.
His hands glided up and down the strings in a pro-like manner. His head always pointed a bit down as he thought about every move, though it seemed like he knew every move like the back of his hand. He sung his heart out everytime he got up there. he put feelings into his words.
I smiled, a true smile at him. I finally knew I had done some good on this world. He was the bare proof of that.
Then, he stopped. In the middle of the song, he stopped. He looked up for the first time since I walked in. he looked, straight at me, before continuing.
My heart stopped for a second. He.. could feel my presence, couldn't he? I looked up at his face. He had stopped looking at the floor and was now looking right at me.
'My son...' My thoughts echoed. He looked, exactly like me, but he was only two inches shorter then me and his hair was long. It reached below his shoulders and flooped over to one side of his head. His eyes revealed all his feelings. Confusion and awareness, the two most present in his eyes.
I smiled dispite myself. He was going to leave his own mark on the world that was for sure. Weather it be from singing, or from a gun.. he was going to make me even prouder of him.... if that was possible.
I suddenly felt all the pain I had been hiding away come out. I finally noticed I had lost too much blood. I made a gasping sound before falling out of my chair and hitting the ground.
The last thing I heard was my son's voice singing the last line of the song
'Til death do us part, you're always in my heart.'
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Part 1- Becoming the legend
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((Vash's son POV)) ((AN:The rest of the story will most likly be his POV, unless I'm in a M&M mood. ^_^))
"Wake up..... wake up.." I said as I helped him to the bed. He was dirty, well, down right filthy! His clothes were tore and soaked with blood. Sand covered almost all of his body.
'This guy made it through the desert in a sand storm! And wounded! Who the hell is this guy?!' I thought to myself. I felt like I had known him forever. Like he was something.. speacail to me.
'Yeah right. He's probably some homeless guy who wondered too far from his town and ended up here.'
Still, the tought remained. He apparently wasn't going to wake up right now. So, I grabbed a wet cloth and started to clean his face a little. I couldn't really see his face. It was covered by sand.
As I cleaned the last bit of sand from his face, he woke up. Then I noticed it.. he looked EXACTLY like me!
"YAHHHH!!!!!" I shouted as I fell backwards. I scrambled away from this guy, who was looking pretty confused himself.
"What.. who.. where am I?" He asked.
"Who am I??!! What the hell are you pal! You look exactly like me! That's not possible." I yelled. What the hell was going on here?!
"Son..." He croaked out.
'Son? IS this my... it couldn't be.. mom said my father was.. Vash the Stampede so how could.. is he.. then why....' GRR! These thoughts were going too fast for me.
"Son... I have a lot to explain to you."
"Damn right you do! If you're my father, then why the hell did you leave us?!" I yelled at him, sitting next to him.
"Son.. I'm dying. I don't have much time left.. but I want to say this that's why I came here."
"Son nothing! You don't have the right to call me that. You left us when I was only one years old! How dare you call me your son!" I yelled angerly at him. A father didn't just up and leave his family like that!
"... please... hear me out.. I have so much to tell you.. but so little time.." He said in a horse voice.
'So, the old man is finally dying?' I thought bitterly. I didn't care abou them. Why should I?
"Why should I listen?" I asked.
"Because.. I want you to know the truth about.. everything."
"Everything huh? That sounds interesting. So spill it. Tell me why you left."
"Because I was so scared that all of you would get killed if I stayed. What if someone found out who I was and up and killed you?! I couldn't live with that. I love you all too much to do that."
"Well, dispite your efforts, it didn't work.. dad." I said, spitting out the word 'dad' like it was toxic. "Kelly, my sister was murdered by bountry hunters looking for you. And mom died last year. She wasn't killed but died of pure sickness."
".... and you?"
"I am fine. And I don't need YOUR help dad." I spit out. I hated being cruel to anyone, but in my mind he deserved it more then anything. "I know what you are, Vash the Stampede. You're a killer. A murder. I'm nothing like you and because of you, my sister is dead! And you want to know what?! I'm glad you're dying! You deserve it after everything you done! How dare you come in my life right when you're dying and expect me to live up to you?! I know you came here to teach me how to be like you! Well, tough! I hope you have a slow death you Bas.." Before I could finished, he punched me.
I fell backwards off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. I grabbed my cheek and stared up at him.
"I don't care what you heard or think of me. I have something to say so listen! Got that?!" he yelled. I could tell he was straining himself to do this. Tears brimmed his eyes. Hurt, pain, love... all mixes of emotions were flowing in his eyes. I could tell me words hurt him more then his wounds right now.
For once, I kept my big mouth shut.
"Now. These are my final moments of life. Let me tell you everything, from the very beginning. Everything about my life."
I nodded at him. I got up and sat down next to him, not daring to say a word until he said I could. Even in a weakened state, I knew her could easily take me down. I sat and listened to everything.
His whole life story wrapped up in only a few hours. He told me everything, just like he said. From the moment he could remember being alive, to this very second. I listened without making a sound, which was hard to do. I wanted to cry during a lot of the story, but I was too proud to do something like that.
I never cried. The only time I remember crying was during my sister's death. After that, nothing was so painful that I had to cry over.
Then he finished. I could tell his throat was dry, so I gave him some water. I sat down in silence, not sure what to do or say.
"So...what do I have to do?" I asked him.
"Are you ready?" He asked me.
I thought about it. If I agreed, I would be running from bounty hunters for the rest of my life. Never be able to settle down, getting shot at and having near death moments, everyday for the rest of my life, which may not last that long if I take this. But, then again. I owe it to him. After what I said, if I didn't take this, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
'Well, it's not like I have a life after both of my family members died. and now.. my father too..' I thought. I looked at him and nodded.
"Then, get ready for the fight of your life. I know you'll do well. After all, you're my son." He said with a wide grin.
I could feel a sweatdrop go down my forehead, but then smiled back. It was hard to imagine him being the way he was. Vash the Stampede, or should I now say, the old Vash the Stampede?
"Dad.. when you die.. will you help me from heaven?" I asked him, looking down at the ground.
"If there is a way, I'll find it. I promise. No matter where I go, I'll find a way to help you. Oh, and will you do me another favor? Well, two favors really."
"Sure. Anything."
"For one, wear this coat." He handed me his bag. I opened it and found a blood red coat in the bag. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was wonderful.
I stood up and put it on. It fit nearly perfect. I was shorter, so the edges would hit the ground and the sleeves were a little too long.
"You look.. great.. You can get it trimmed though." He said with a grin. "And the second one is, please find the two insurence girls for me and take care of them? I think it's still their job to follow me and they would go to the ends of the planet to do it too!"
I laughed with him. He told me about them. When our laughter died down, my mind began to wonder.
'Am I really taking the right road?' I thought. Then I looked at his grinning face. I smiled back at him. 'I may not be taking to the right road, but I'd rather take this one even if it costs me my life.'
Then, his smile started to fade from his face. His breath became rapid and shallow.
"Dad... no.. NOT now! NO! DAD!" I yelled, running to his side and holding him in my arms. I cradled him like a baby as I looked down at his face.
He gave a weak smile up at me. His eyes full of pride. I could tell he was dying now. His body was growing cold to the touch and his eyes were starting to glaze. His breath became more shollow.
I felt for the first time in three years, tears fall down my cheeks. Vash, my father in front of me, dying in my arms, reached up and hand a brushed the tears from my cheeks. He gave another weak smile.
He spoke in a shollow and almost whisper tone of voice. "Son.. I was the most proudest father on the planet when you were born... and if it's even possible, I'm even more proud of you now.. I love you.. good-bye.."
I gripped his shoulder and stared down at him. His final breath came and went. His body grew stiff and cold. His life was gone.
Tears fell from my cheeks faster then they ever had. I clentched my teeth together and stood up. I grabbed his body and put him on my back. This was the least I could do for him. I had to do this, no matter what the cost.
I walked out with him on my back and went down to the streets. I walked through the town, icnoring the stares and pointing. All I cared about was him. I was going to put him in my favorite spot. That's where he should rest. In that peaceful place on the hill where he could look over the city. Finally at peace.
Though, I heard many people tell me not to go out there during the storm, I didn't listen. I walked up the hill, using all my strength. I felt my muscles scream at me and my back almost give out, but I continued anyways. I wasn't going to stop for anything.
I made it to the spot where he could finally rest in peace. I used my bare hands to dig the grave. My finger tips became numb as I dug. I didn't mind. It helped me get over the pain. I had no idea who my father was, or what the sitution was, but yet I judged him by what I heard. I judged him not by what I saw, but by what others saw. I was wrong, so wrong it hurts.
Tears streamed down my face still, soaking my shirt and the ground below me. When I was finally done digging, I looked over at his body. He looked so peaceful. His lips in a small up turned smile and his face completely relaxed. He looked like he was just simply asleep and would wake up at any moment.
God, I wished that to be true. Just to see him wake up as if nothing happened. I want to start over. From the very beginning. I want to get to know him better and to learn everything he has to teach. He was nothing like what the rumors said. He was kind, caring, loving and probably wouldn't hurt a fly if he didn't have too.
I gave an ironic smile. The man I forced myself to hate for so long, just changed my whole life by the mere presences he brought with him when he walked into my life. I easily let him worm his way into my heart through those short hours with him. I loved him more then anyone could imagine. I respected him.. more then I even respect myself. He was brave and probably gave his life for someone.
He was a man, I had wished and hoped to become one day.
I closed my eyes and let the tears dry themselves on my cheeks, refusing to whipe them off. The warm tears fell, for god knows how long.
I didn't even notice the sand storm had stopped. I looked back over at him. Still, the same smile, the same peaceful look. He was going to be like that forever now. He was going to be at peace.
I pulled his body over to the grave. I slowly placed him in it. I covered him with dirt and stones, to make sure animals didn't dig up his grave. I patted the ground down hard, making sure no animal would find him. I found a stone and placed it at the head of his grave.
I pulled out my pocket knife and carved in the stone. I sat there til dust, carving in the stone, making the letters perfect. I sat back and admired my work. Sweat dropped form my face instead of tears now. I re-read what I wrote.
'Here lies Vash the Stampede,
A great man, father and human being.
May his soul finally find the peace,
that he gave his life to find. We will
love and miss you forever'
I laid down next to his grave. The way the hill was curved, you could see the whole town from right there. I watched the sky grow dark and the town light up. The sounds of this desert planet echoed through the night. I let myself fall asleep right there. My body finally getting the rest it begged me for. My eyelids dropped as I said a light pray.
'Father, I love you. And I will make your legend live on'
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That... was a long chapter... I know. Sad beginning isn't it?! What a way to start out this story! Don't ask me why I am writing this story, because I don't even know! But, I hope you guys like it! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!