Complete summary:
Over two and a half years ago, Pikachu's mother passed away, leaving her father with a mess, and her and her brother awash in anger. Little did Pikachu know that her mother's death left her with more than just unfulfilled revenge and a new chapter in her book of life. Now, in the dark morning hours of the morning before her first day of high school does she drift to sleep, unaware that she will not wake where she'd originally fallen asleep. She finds herself in a strange but familiar desert land, completely clueless as to when or how she got there, or how to get out. With the hounds of evil quickly closing in, she soon finds that her only means of escaping this strange land include a less-than-straightforward priest, a pair of extremely determined insurance girls, a haunted and hunted wandering outlaw, and someone she hoped to never see again...
Hello! RurouniVash here! This is my first fanfiction, and I just finally got a chance where I had courage and internet to upload this, so I did.
I'm trying to keep this short and sweet so I get right to the point. There are three things you guys should know about this fic and/or about how I write:
-This is a Trigun fanfic based mainly on the anime with certain aspects to the manga added in. There are also references to Rurouni Kenshin, but all that's really from that are sword terms and japanese words. If you haven't watched it, don't fear. If there is a japanese word/term that I used and didn't explain within the fic, I'll leave a little note at the bottom for translations/ meanings.
-In order to help keep my ADHD brain centered on one topic, I'm going to be using Gunsmoke measurements.
Feels=Feet
Iles=Miles
Dallons=Gallons
Yarz=Yards
$$ [Double Dollars]=$ [Dollars](From what I can conclude, $$2 = ~$1, though this is probably wrong)
-Thoughts, 'Telepathic conversation', "Speech"
[Feb. 13, 2016: I edited this after rereading this because I noticed some things didn't make sense because of my rushed output. I changed two or three things, but nothing major. I will try and go over the next chapter to check for errors before I uploaded it, but no one's perfect, so if you notice something, just let me know and I will fix it.]
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun. I can never compare to the honorable Yasuhiro Nightow. Arigato, Yasuhiro Nightow!
Now, Without further ado!
The Void In My Soul By RurouniVash
Chapter 1: Dream Sands
The credits for the fourth anime I'd watched that day rolled right in front of my eyes. I brushed a piece of hair out of my face, and fumbled for the xbox controller, which I vaguely remembered to be in the pillows of my brother's bed (He has the biggest T.V. in our house. Who can pass up a chance to watch anime on a big-ass T.V. with surround sound? Definitely not me!). I looked at his alarm clock. 2:07 am, it read. Oops. Lost track of time again. I turned off the xbox and the T.V. and listened intently to the sounds of my house.
A distant sound of snoring traveled down the hall and into my brother's room. Good. My dad's asleep. I turned the volume on the surround system down to 3, and frowned at the fading display. Poor thing doesn't wanna give up the ghost. I thought to myself as I nudged my inherited cat, Gizmo, off of the corner of the bed. He gave a quiet 'merow' in protest, but jumped off the bed, and disappeared into the hallway. I didn't bother to chase him, as I knew he'd show up in my room somewhere along the line during the night.
I dug in my cargo shorts pocket and pulled out my ipod. I turned down the brightness and shone the light on the floor. I checked my brother's room to make sure my other cat hadn't snuck in (My brother is allergic to the cats), then exited the room, pulling the door closed shut behind me. I silently slunk across the hallway, a trait I'd acquired from my brother's example, and made a habit out of in my mother's presence (Even though it was a skill I didn't really need to keep. My mother had died over a year ago, and my father was a sound sleeper, unlike me.). I climbed into my window and into my bunk bed, then lay there.
I fixed my shorts, and pulled my blanket over my lower body. I stared blankly at the ceiling until I heard a car pull into our driveway. I sat up and looked out my window, which faces the front of our house. The blue beast (A.K.A. my brother's challenger) had returned. Somewhere down stairs, my dog stood, also hearing the return of my brother. I turned myself so that my back was facing the wall, and waited. I heard keys in the lock on the door, the door opening, the quiet 'Oh my god, one of my humans is home' attack from the dog, then saw a faint light from my brother's phone as he climbed the stairs.
"Brother." I said quietly as he opened the door to his room and went in. I received no response. Typical Christopher. I thought as I rolled my eyes and laid back down. I listened to my brother play a videogame, and fell asleep sometime after he called something in the game a 'son of a bitch'.
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You know those dreams where you feel like you're falling? Well, I was having one. I woke up (as par for the course for me) just before I hit the ground, face first. It didn't hurt as much as I had expected it to. What had I landed on? It definitely had NOT been my floor. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked around. Yeah, this was definitely not my room.
I had landed on something that looked like it used to be the wall of a building that had fallen over onto the sand. I looked up as I sat up, and saw an ocean of stars and five moons; A medium sized tan one, a super tiny (Like so tiny, I almost mistook it for a star) light blue one, another light blue one of the same shade about three or four times the size of the littlest one, another blue one about the same size as the tan one, and a giant pinkish red one, which was probably bigger than all of the other moons combined. There was a town about an ile behind me. Other than that, it was desert all around me, and it was eerily quiet.
A cold wind blew, sending a chill down my spine. Only then did I realize I was still wearing what I'd gone to bed in: My Attack On Titan hoodie, a thin grey t-shirt, my light grey cargo shorts (with 10 pockets! No wonder I lose stuff so much.), and for some reason, my grey canvas Vans, though I was sure I hadn't worn those to bed (My shoes always came off the moment I got home). I scratched the back of my head, partially because it itched, and partially because I was extremely confused.
Something moving caught my eye, and I looked to the horizon. There was something clad in crimson red that fluttered in the wind. I determined it to be human-like lifeform due to it's size, shape, etc. It held a silver revolver in its right hand and had yellow orbs for eyes. It's left arm was held behind it's back and it was slowly walking towards me. It scared the hell outa me.
I scrambled backwards, my feet sliding in the rocky sand every time they neglected to find purchase. It was still getting closer; I didn't really expect it not to. I pressed my back into a rock, and the man stopped in front of me. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart was trying to beat itself out of my chest. There was no where left to run.
"Huh?" The blond standing in front of me said as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing aquamarine irises.
"Y-you're V-Vash the Stampede." I stuttered. He looked about a foot to my right, then back at me.
"Please tell me you're not after the bounty my head." He said. I glanced my right to see what it was that had caused him to say that, and my eyes widened ever so slightly. A japanese style sword was propped up on the rock next to me. It looked suspiciously like Kenshin Himura's reverse-blade katana.
"N-no. I'd have no way to carry that much money around. I'm a rurouni." I said as I stood up, putting the sword in my belt. Vash stared at me blankly.
"Rurouni?" He repeated slowly.
Well, guess I can't use Japanese around Vash, I thought. "Rurouni. It means wanderer or drifter." I said. Understanding dawned on Vash's face and he mouthed the word 'oh'.
"You're so young to be wandering out here by yourself. How old are you? 15? 17?" He asked, and I smiled at all of his guesses. They were both wrong.
"14." I said. His jaw dropped a little.
"Just 14? You look 15 or 16." He said.
Yeah, like you're one to talk, Vash. I thought. What I said must have made it through the idiotic part of his brain because his face washed over with worry.
"If you're only 14, then what're you doing out here?! It's dangerous to be alone in the desert!" He shouted. I resisted the urge to cover my ears from the higher pitch and high volume that he used.
"That's fine." I said as I turned around to walk away towards the town behind me. As I walked, I heard Vash's footsteps behind me and I stole a glance over my shoulder. Vash had slung his bag over his shoulder, and he was trailing behind me. I opened my mouth but then closed it, deciding that my stupid question was better left unsaid. Vash was going to same town as I was. I sighed as I stepped onto the main street. I felt that this wasn't just an odd dream that I could wake up from. No, it felt to real. I just wished that there was someone to pinch me and tell me that I wasn't dreaming.
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