Disclaimer: Trigun Maximum and Livio the Doublefang belong to the honorable, sometimes-very-lazy Yasuhiro Nightow, not me.
A/N: My first drabble series, centered around Livio the Doublefang as his character develops. Many spoilers inside, from Trigun Maximum Volume 9 onward.
Aimless
He wanders into town, his clothes soiled, a mix of dried sweat and dirt smeared on his skin. The suns are merciless, and the heat beats against his brow painfully. Feet scuff the sand tiredly, lacking coordination, but still he presses on. The tattered cloak, frayed at the edges just like him, billows, his only shield against the harsh elements. He raises his head, surveying the seemingly empty spot blemishing the wasteland.
I'm alone.
By choice, he reminds himself, pulling the cloth tighter about his body. He has no excuses, nor does he try to make them. There are none.