Hello readers. If you've read my stories before, you'll know that I have the habit of writing them in shifting first-person point of view.
This one isn't any different. Except I'm not going to label the POV's. Because that would spoil plot twists. I'm pretty sure you can figure them out and a shift will be indicated by -.-.- Shifts can also occur between chapters, which is why they're short at first.
Enjoy!
I do not own Trigun
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"Mr. Vash! Mr. Vash!"
I looked up to see Milly running toward me, waving a hand over her head.
"Hi Tall Girl," I responded wearily, scratching the back of my head and suppressing a yawn.
"Any luck?" she asked cheerfully.
I shook my head.
"That sand storm erased all signs of him," I sighed. "What about you girls? Find anything?"
She shook her head, brown strand of hair whipping around her face.
"Meryl and I asked everybody in all the places he usually goes to. Nobody's seen him for a couple days."
We fell silent as we walked back to the wooden house we had been staying in for the past year. As we walked through the front door, I heard Meryl on the telephone.
"-so please call us if you see him. Yes. Thank you."
I flopped down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Things had been going so well too.. Or at least I thought they had been...
"Vash?"
I turned my head to the door. Meryl stood there, looking concerned.
"I'm sorry Vash... Nobody's seen him..."
I turned my head back to the ceiling.
"Yeah... Milly said the same thing..."
Meryl walked over and sat down next to me, hesitantly placing a hand on my arm.
"Now what are you going to do, Vash?"
I felt my mouth twist in a crooked smile.
"I have to go track him down again."
Meryl made no comment. She had obviously expected this response. I reached over and rubbed the top of her head.
"Don't worry, Short Girl!" I said cheerfully. "I'll be back!"
She scowled and slapped my hand away. I whimpered, rubbing it with my other hand.
"That hurt!"
"Oh get going, you insufferable man, You're not going to find him just by sitting here."
I grinned and stood up.
"Yes Ma'am, Ms. Insurance Agent Sir."
I actually managed to avoid her punch this time.
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Half an hour later found me walking out of town, my old black bag over my shoulder and my .45 strapped to my hip. It felt like the old days, when I first went out to find him. As the wind whipped sand past my face, I made a vow to myself.
"Knives, I will find you. And I will protect you. Whether you want me to or not."