Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun at all, wish I did though. They are owned by Yasuhiro Nightow, Young King Ours, and Madhouse. I do own Jacob though.
Author's notes: This is my first Trigun fic. I'm revising it now, since I think it needs it… rather badly… I've written a few other fics before though, and I'm working on a story all my own.. It takes place three years after the last episode. I gave Milly a husband because I like to think she'd move on. After all, Milly's not one to linger on the past. Yeah…. Doesn't seem to follow continuity with the final ending credits, but now that I know what happened, you'll see that it will fit into continuity this time around. –nods- Oh and there is some angsty goodness later on. R/R!
Chapter 1: Return of the Humanoid Typhoon
Milly stared out the window blankly, daydreaming, as she washed dishes thoroughly. She heaved a melancholy sigh and looked back down at the glass she'd been scrubbing for several minutes while her mind drifted elsewhere. 'Has it really… only been three years? It seems so much longer… ' she thought. She set the glass down and gently rubbed her swelled stomach, reminding herself of Wolfwood. She smiled sadly at the thought of him. In the nights they sat together talking, he'd mentioned how he'd hoped to have children someday. She felt bad about it, but she wished in her mind somewhere that her first child would have been his. It wasn't his, though, but it would have been a nice reminder of him. But he would have been happy for her, she knew that much. She brushed a few tears from her eyes.
Suddenly the door opened, and snapped her back to reality, making her jump in surprise. A tall, lanky man, with hazel eyes, freckles, and dark messy hair barged in through the kitchen door, smiling broadly"Hey everybody! I'm home!" He announced. He swiftly walked to Milly and gave her a peck on the cheek in greeting. This was always one of the best times of day. When he returned from work for the day.
"Hello Jacob!" Milly chirped happily, giving him one of her infamous bear hugs and a kiss. A hoard of small children rushed the kitchen in a mass of chattering and giggles, tackling Jacob to the floor with hugs and shouts of 'Welcome home!'s. Millie giggled and helped him back up, removing the children from on top of him. They had added onto the house that Meryl and she used to own with the money Meryl'd earned from her job working on the well, along with the support of people in town, and made it into a small orphanage. Jacob laughed heartily, never minding the heartfelt attack from the children, and shooed the children from the kitchen. "Now, c'mon you guys, you're gonna make a mess of Mill's kitchen," he said, children obeying and following him out the door and into the designated living room.
Milly sighed happily, still giggling, and returned to gazing out the window, eyes going wide and doing a double take at the sight of a tall figure in the distance walking toward the town. As it came closer, she could make out more and more of its details. She could see that he was a tall man, with blonde hair and… a red, trench coat. She shook her head. 'No! It couldn't be!' Milly thought, while rubbing her eyes roughly, as if it'd be gone by doing so. She looked again and her eyes filled with tears. "I-It is..." she muttered.
The man was heading toward the house, she could see that much. She supposed he'd remembered the place well enough. She felt a small pang of sadness and anger though. He came to the door and knocked lightly, still carrying the same grin as he had upon returning from his last fight. Milly opened the door, forcing a smile towards him, despite the slight sense of anger that she felt towards him.
"Hello, In—er.. Milly!" Said the man, smiling a big grin, catching himself. He'd have to use there names this time around, he supposed. The two women had followed him loyally for so such a long time, they deserved that much, he guessed.
"Mr. Vash! Is it really you?" Milly greeted, the tinge of anger gone and replaced with happy tears, excited to see him. In truth, she worried about him everyday, considering the company he had.
" In the flesh! Sheesh, Milly, you've blown up like a balloon!" Vash replied in his normal cheery tone, goofy grin decorating his lips. Milly gave him a bear hug, ignoring the teasing and smiling broadly now, before wiping her tears from her eyes and shuffling to the door, leading to the living room.
"Jacob! Come here a second! We have a guest!" she said giddily, poking her head through the doorway. Jacob looked up from where he sat on the couch, small crowd of children surrounding him. He stood up, brushing off her pants and walking into the kitchen, children sneaking along behind him. Jacob looked up at the tall man, blinking. "Well, hello there…" he greeted, holding out a hand to the blonde gunman, smiling broadly.
"The name's Vash! Nice to meet you!" said happily, shaking his hand quickly. He knew that Milly would probably have mentioned him before when speaking of Wolfwood.
"So you're the infamous Vash the Stampede? Well, my name's Jacob." Said Jacob, blinking in realization. Vash blinked, hearing many gasps from outside the kitchen door, where Jacob had come from. Suddenly, the living room door burst open and many tiny, excited figures ran into the room. They surrounded Vash in a tight circle, asking questions like "Are you really Vash the Stampede?", "Will you show us your gun?" and " Are the stories true?".
"I see you started an orphanage, Milly! Or, that's what I'm hoping! Heh, he would've liked this," said Vash over the rambling questions. The kids lead him, practically dragged him, into the living room. Milly giggled and followed them in. Vash would probably need help. He started answering the questions when they stopped coming at him all at once. The orphans gazed at him in awe and wonder, listening to this person who they'd idolized from Milly's bedtime stories. And so this continued, until Milly called for them to come and eat dinner from the kitchen. Vash lead the pack, starved from the long journey and wolfed down his plate quickly, almost forgetting how good Milly's cooking was.
"Been a long time since I've eaten your food, Milly!" Vash said, mouth full.
Milly smiled. "Well… it's been a long time since you've been around, Mr. Vash …" Milly sighed.
Well, there's chapter one, As we speak I'm working on chapter two. It should be revised soon!