Trigun Fanfic
Trigun © Yasuhiro Nightow Shonen Gaho-sha Tokuma Shoten JVC Pioneer Entertainment (USA) Inc.
The following fanfiction was written by me (Chiruken) and is intended for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication
or sale.
Falcon's Blade
By Chiruken
Chapter 2
Meryl awoke with an odd feeling of displacement. Slowly opening her eyes she blinked sleep from them and rolled painfully onto her back, her movement hindered by her limbs tangling in a blanket. Blanket? She thought fuzzily. I didn't have a blanket last night. Staring up at the rocky out-cropping above her she tried to make sense of this odd development in her sleep muddled mind.
"You're finally awake. Good. Get up."
Turning her head she stared across the cold ashes of the fire at the man who had spoken. "Knives?" She whispered hoarsely, her throat raw from the abuse it had received the night before. Sitting up slowly she blinked at him, puzzled by the friendly smile he wore.
"Were you expecting someone else?" He shrugged and turned away, staring out across the dimly lit sandy dunes spread out beyond their temporary shelter. "We'll make better time if we start out before the suns fully rise."
She nodded slowly, still bewildered by his odd behavior. "Of course." She murmured, pushing the blanket off of her. She stared at it for a moment before turning her curious gaze back to her companion. "Did you..." She paused and cleared her throat. "Did you give me the blanket?" She asked softly.
He shrugged, not meeting her gaze. "Don't make anything out of it. I couldn't sleep with the volume of your teeth chattering all night."
"Thank you." She stood and folded the blanket neatly. Looking around she shuffled from one foot to another, nervously glancing at the man still seated across from her. "Um..." She hesitated, shifting again before edging away from him.
"What are you doing?" He gave her a hard look and was gratified by the look of uneasiness that crossed her features.
"I...um...I have to..." She blushed and looked away, shifting uncomfortably again under his steady gaze. "I have to take care of something." She finally finished.
He scowled and shook his head. "Sit down. I'm not ready to leave yet."
She shook her head in turn. "I really have to take care of something. Now." She insisted, biting her bottom lip as she edged a little further away from him.
"Whatever it is, it can wait." He was beginning to lose patience with the annoying woman. He had to think of a plan, the best course of action, before they set out and he couldn't think with her hovering the way she was.
"It can't wait!" Her hands closed into fists at her side. "I have to go now!" She turned to flee around the corner of the rocks.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
She stopped and glared at him, face red with embarrassment. "I have to pee!"
"Oh." That definitely was more information than he currently needed. "Fine then. Just don't go too far." He didn't want to admit it, but he was worried that she might get caught out in the open without him around and get hurt, or killed. "I don't want to have to find you if you get lost." He turned away and glared at the cold fire.
"Whatever." She muttered and hurried away, seething inwardly. "Insufferable, crude, nasty...oooh! I can't stand that man!"
Listening to her not-so-silent mutters he smirked and leaned back, hands folded behind his head. He honestly couldn't see what his brother found so fascinating about the woman. Sure, she wasn't too hard to look at with her big grey eyes and pretty features, but still...that personality of hers was grating at the best of times. Besides, she was human and that just made it wrong. Still...she could be amusing at times. Unfortunately, he found her irritating most of the time. He would be glad to get rid of her...wouldn't he? He tilted his head to the side curiously. He couldn't possibly be thinking of keeping her, could he? She was, after all, human and that meant a worthless insect, didn't it? He scowled irritably. What was wrong with him? He shouldn't even have to think about that. He had more pressing matters to occupy his attention at the moment and shouldn't be wasting his time with thoughts of Meryl Stryfe.
Meryl stepped back into the shelter of their camp, face still red with embarrassment and leaned against the rock wall with her arms folded across her chest as she glared down at her current traveling companion. After several moments where her presence hadn't been acknowledged she began to tap her foot in annoyance. Eyes narrowing in further irritation she gritted her teeth but still didn't speak. After all, Knives looked to be deep in thought and she didn't dare interrupt him lest he take his frustrations out on her.
Knives was aware of her return but chose to ignore her for the time being. He was no closer to figuring out what the strange light glowing in the distance had been and he was beginning to wonder if he really wanted to know. His connection to the Plants afforded him knowledge of what was happening nearly anywhere on the planet, yet they seemed reluctant to discuss the light that had appeared several days before. He considered contacting Vash but discarded the idea as foolish. He knew his brother wouldn't be pleased to learn that one of his human companions was with him and, quite frankly, his pride was still smarting from their last encounter when Vash had nearly defeated him. He had no desire for a repeat performance.
Meryl sighed and slowly slid down the wall until she was sitting on the sand, knees drawn up to her chest. Resting her chin on her upraised knees she stared at Knives. It bothered her how much he looked like Vash, except his eyes were blue rather than green and his hair appeared to be a paler blond than the Humanoid Typhoon's. Sighing softly again she shook her head slightly and closed her eyes. It wasn't just their appearance that differed. No, it was in their personality as well. Vash was, well, a nice guy. Very nice...almost too nice. Knives was...evil. At least, his actions were evil. After all, whoever intended to completely eradicated the entire human race couldn't exactly be considered a good person.
Knives stood abruptly and stretched. "All right. Let's go."
She looked up at him with a frown. "Go? Go where? Do you have a plan, Knives?"
He stared down at her with an enigmatic smile curving his lips upwards. "As a matter of fact I do. I thought I could offer you as a sacrifice to put them in a good mood and then tap into their power to eliminate the rest of the spiders from my Eden."
"That's not funny." Meryl stood slowly, eyes narrowed as she gazed up at him.
"It wasn't intended to be humorous, little spider." He strode passed her without looking back. He really did enjoy teasing her. It amused him to see the look she got when he did. It was an expression halfway between fear and anger, her eyes sparkling with the emotions she couldn't very well give in to.
"Asshole." She muttered, following after him reluctantly. Someday. She silently vowed. Someday he's going to regret this.
