Red Marks

Drabble.

Coupling: Vash x Meryl

Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun.

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He stood there with that smile upon his face, a red mark on one side of his cheek, bearing the tirade of a petite black haired business woman. Her partner, a rather tall and robust woman, was upstairs tending to a child from a dead gunman who hung onto his cross like no tomorrow.

"Vash? Are you even listening to me!" Turning towards the midnight voice in front of him, the man in a waist length red coat stared at Gun Smoke's two moons, scars still on them from his powers from many years before. They were a constant companion in all of his travels, but they were only constants such as the sand, the wind, and the skies.

"Let's enjoy tonight, okay?" He smiled, catching her diligent fingers into his calloused ungloved gun hand, bringing his face closer to the only woman he loved as to him she was Rem and she was Meryl and would forever be as constant as the moons and his fellow companions. She held the same soul and he had fallen in love with it too many times to count, or for him to care rather. "Please, Meryl."

And with that plea in his aquamarine eyes, cerulean pools that were old and wise with unique faith in humanity, and a secret kiss, the duo sat down on a bench on the hotel porch.

The reason for all of his red marks, old scars and new ones, were soon forgotten.

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Just a small tidbit I had done a few years ago. I edited it and decided to post it. I hope you like it.

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