Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Trigun, neither the Anime (which this is based on) nor the manga.
(Sorry its been so long since ch.1, I just didn't have any inspiration till now.)
"You can't fight time, you know," An tall old woman stood in the middle of a dusty road yelling at a young blond haired man, "Don't you think we're all sad, don't you think we're hurt just as much!"
"You weren't there," the man replied. "You didn't watch her go, didn't see her cry…"
Startled, the young man woke up. The argument in the street was just a dream. He walked to the window glancing outside then crossed the small room to the closet. He opened the closet revealing a long black coat, and a pair of blood red glasses. "Dreams," said the man. "Dreams are now all that is left of them, left of Her."
Walking down the stairs he caught the attention of the hotel staff. "Checking out sir?" Chirped the upbeat attendant in the main hall. "Yes, I'll be leaving now," Said the black-cloaked man. The attendant chirped back "Well it's been a pleasure having you Sir, please come again!"
Stepping into the sunlight, he gazed upon the happy world around him, children played in the streets, wives and mothers gathered groceries for the evening meals, and a hundred other people milled about their various tasks. Conversely, the man appeared the picture of gloom as he walked down the street. Oblivious to the world around him, so much so that he didn't see the young man approach from behind. "I've found you!" A voice cried.
His name was Arlend Freyer. He was not a particularly strong individual, nor was he smart, but he had a knack for finding things others couldn't. That's what led him into bounty hunting in the first place. Recently He had been obsessed with a particularly large bounty, one no one thought possible. He felt it the perfect test of his "ability" as he called it, instead of what everyone else called it, "luck". Yet this bounty was legendary, more than 60 billion double dollars by now, and he couldn't pass it up.
"I've found you!" He cried again. By now the people of the town had begun to gather, trying to see why and to whom this young man was shouting. "They said you had to be dead by now, but I found you!" "I mean, just imagine that. The legendary Humanoid Typhoon himself, Vash the Stampede, just walking around all on his lonesome." The young bounty hunter drew his gun and pointed it square in the center of the dark black shape in front of him. "Bet you're wondering how I knew it was you eh, how I found you? Well if you'll just come along quietly maybe I'll…"
The gunshot rang loudly throughout the town, and just like that, Arlend Freyer was finished. He seemed startled at first, dropping his gun and looking down at the wound in his chest. It seemed to some who were there that he didn't realize he was dead until a few seconds after. But soon enough he fell to the dust. The town fell silent and the only sound to be heard was the sound of the humanoid typhoon quietly leaving town.
"Vash, Vash come quick, She's calling for you Vash!…"
Slowly Vash's eyes opened, bringing into sharp focus the harsh desert landscape around him. The fire he had built was nothing more than ash and the harsh sun was already pounding down upon him. "I'd better get moving I suppose," He said in a sullen sleepy voice. He packed up his things and headed south, it was almost that time of the year, time to visit a certain town. "I'll be there soon," he breathed "… New July."
