Chapter 2!! Dun Dun Dun!!
I had some major writers block before this one.Enjoy!
Disclamer: I don't own Trigun, but I own a ring. *strokes ring* My
precious.
And I love all my wonderful Reveiwers!! Please Review, it makes me feel
special. Oh and this is my personal fanfic so Knives is going to be ooc a lot of the
time due to the anime not getting much into his character and the
situations I put him in.
The scuffed and ruined pair of footprints was indication of a fight of some sort. And in the dim light of the rising sun an observant viewer might have been able to see two people walking together across the desert. And if this viewer could have gone and walked with these people he would have noticed an icy silence hanging between them. "I don't see why you had to smack me!!" Shouts Reba suddenly. Knive's face is lit with the glow of the early morning sun; Reba could clearly see the mile-wide smirk across it. "It's who I am. If you want me to travel with you, you are going to have to get used to it." "I still think you're a jerk who thinks himself high-and-mighty but is really just some disturbed guy with a warped view of how the world works." Reba states. The smirk is now gone from Knive's face and has been replaced by a frown. "Don't make me smack you again." "Oh, screw you!" Knives was just about ready to snap something back when Reba suddenly shouts, "Look, a town!" Knives shields his eyes from the glare of the sun to see a little cluster of houses and stores shimmering in the distance. "Oh yeah! Civilization at last!" Reba sings while doing a quick little victory dance. "You did it! You actually got us to a town!" "You are extremely odd, one second you're pissed at me for slapping you, and the next thanking me profusely." Knives shakes his head in confusion. "I'll take that as a complement, so thanks." She says. As they continue to walk towards the town they lapse into companionable silence. (You say awkward I say companionable.)
**************** "Knives, why do you wear that stupid space-suit thingy?" Reba inquired. "Well, in case you haven't noticed it's all I have" Knives replied, glaring at the people who looked questioningly at his skin-tight apparel. "Oh, look! A local bar!" Reba shouted, catching Knive's hand and dragging him towards the saloon. He glared down at their interlocked hands and when he looked up he caught a couple of guys looking at Reba in a way that he was sure was not pure.
Knives holds back a smile as he stares at Reba who is lying passed out with her head on the bar in front of her. Typical humans, not being able to hold their liquor, he thinks as he takes another swig of his Corona. (Yes Knives is drinking a Corona, oh yeah) Suddenly another man, probably more drunk than Reba, appears and tries to hoist Reba over his shoulder. Knives stands up and puts his hand on his gun. "What do you think you are doing?" he asks as he glares down at the man. "Youuu must not beee froooom arooound here strangerrrrr." The man slurs. "In this heeere town, any woooman stuuupid enooough to get druuunk so that sheeee passes ooout.sheeee's freeee foor any man whooo wants 'er." "I ate it myself.hehe.it's gone now." Reba mutters in her stupor. "Well in that case she's mine," says Knives "So put her down." "Sooooory maate.first cooome first seeerve.." The man responds. Knives draws his gun. "Put her down now."
Reba awoke in a hotel room with two beds. She was in one, Knives was in the other one. As she gets out of bed she gets tangled in the sheets and falls flat on her face. "Hehe" she giggles, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. She totters to the bathroom and proceeds to .well you know what happens after you are immensely drunk. A couple minuets later she staggers out of the bathroom wearing Knive's space-suit. "What are you doing in my clothes?" asks a voice from the dark. "I've always wanted to try this thing on." Knives turns on the lights and Reba is forced to shield her eyes from the glare. "You know what the difference between you and me is? I actually consider when other people might have a helluva hang-over and.I make this look good." She says referring to the space-suit while studying herself in the full-length mirror. "You told me you hated that thing," he said in disbelief. "I did not!" she said indignantly. She must have been horribly drunk Knives thinks to himself. "Do you mind if I sleep with you?" asks Reba suddenly. "Yes," he growls "you have your own bed, now go sleep in it and work off that hang-over." "Fine grumpy, it's not my fault you don't know how to have a good time." She snaps as she staggers over to her bed. Knives notices that she has fallen asleep in his space-suit. "Just great, filthy being. Now I'm going to have to wash it twice." He mumbles to himself as he turns over to fall back asleep. He could have sworn that in the time between the waking world and the real world he heard someone go out the door.
Knives walks into the bar and not seeing Reba, walks to find a seat by himself. Once seated he scopes once again for her. At first he doesn't see anything, but then sees a woman dressed all in black that looks kind of like her. He can only see her back so he settles down to see if he can tell if it is her. Suddenly a man walks in who is almost covered in blood from a fight. Nearly everyone rushes to help him the except for the one he had his eye on. She only looked.(hungrily?!?!) at the blood. Hmm. where was her happy-go-lucky spirit and her ALWAYS willingness to help people. this couldn't be her. 'That's because you have no idea who I am.' He jumped at the intrusion into his brain. He looked over at her, he couldn't see her entire face, just the side profile, because she was facing the wall and looking into her drink. 'What the hell??' He could see her smirking into her tequila. 'Then who are you' he projected his thoughts knowing she would hear them. 'Not someone you want to know' Reba said finally looking at him. Her face was porcelain white with as many blemishes (which means she had none duh) her eyes betrayed sadness, hunger, and a primal madness that he was sure shouldn't have existed past the Jurassic era. She quickly drained her glass and left with no more words and as much noise.
Authors note: hehe I love cliff hangers, not reading them of course, but forcing them onto people. So you think you know who/what Reba is? THINK AGAIN! Unless of course you are thinking what I am thinking and in that case you would be absolutely correct
I had some major writers block before this one.Enjoy!
Disclamer: I don't own Trigun, but I own a ring. *strokes ring* My
precious.
And I love all my wonderful Reveiwers!! Please Review, it makes me feel
special. Oh and this is my personal fanfic so Knives is going to be ooc a lot of the
time due to the anime not getting much into his character and the
situations I put him in.
The scuffed and ruined pair of footprints was indication of a fight of some sort. And in the dim light of the rising sun an observant viewer might have been able to see two people walking together across the desert. And if this viewer could have gone and walked with these people he would have noticed an icy silence hanging between them. "I don't see why you had to smack me!!" Shouts Reba suddenly. Knive's face is lit with the glow of the early morning sun; Reba could clearly see the mile-wide smirk across it. "It's who I am. If you want me to travel with you, you are going to have to get used to it." "I still think you're a jerk who thinks himself high-and-mighty but is really just some disturbed guy with a warped view of how the world works." Reba states. The smirk is now gone from Knive's face and has been replaced by a frown. "Don't make me smack you again." "Oh, screw you!" Knives was just about ready to snap something back when Reba suddenly shouts, "Look, a town!" Knives shields his eyes from the glare of the sun to see a little cluster of houses and stores shimmering in the distance. "Oh yeah! Civilization at last!" Reba sings while doing a quick little victory dance. "You did it! You actually got us to a town!" "You are extremely odd, one second you're pissed at me for slapping you, and the next thanking me profusely." Knives shakes his head in confusion. "I'll take that as a complement, so thanks." She says. As they continue to walk towards the town they lapse into companionable silence. (You say awkward I say companionable.)
**************** "Knives, why do you wear that stupid space-suit thingy?" Reba inquired. "Well, in case you haven't noticed it's all I have" Knives replied, glaring at the people who looked questioningly at his skin-tight apparel. "Oh, look! A local bar!" Reba shouted, catching Knive's hand and dragging him towards the saloon. He glared down at their interlocked hands and when he looked up he caught a couple of guys looking at Reba in a way that he was sure was not pure.
Knives holds back a smile as he stares at Reba who is lying passed out with her head on the bar in front of her. Typical humans, not being able to hold their liquor, he thinks as he takes another swig of his Corona. (Yes Knives is drinking a Corona, oh yeah) Suddenly another man, probably more drunk than Reba, appears and tries to hoist Reba over his shoulder. Knives stands up and puts his hand on his gun. "What do you think you are doing?" he asks as he glares down at the man. "Youuu must not beee froooom arooound here strangerrrrr." The man slurs. "In this heeere town, any woooman stuuupid enooough to get druuunk so that sheeee passes ooout.sheeee's freeee foor any man whooo wants 'er." "I ate it myself.hehe.it's gone now." Reba mutters in her stupor. "Well in that case she's mine," says Knives "So put her down." "Sooooory maate.first cooome first seeerve.." The man responds. Knives draws his gun. "Put her down now."
Reba awoke in a hotel room with two beds. She was in one, Knives was in the other one. As she gets out of bed she gets tangled in the sheets and falls flat on her face. "Hehe" she giggles, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. She totters to the bathroom and proceeds to .well you know what happens after you are immensely drunk. A couple minuets later she staggers out of the bathroom wearing Knive's space-suit. "What are you doing in my clothes?" asks a voice from the dark. "I've always wanted to try this thing on." Knives turns on the lights and Reba is forced to shield her eyes from the glare. "You know what the difference between you and me is? I actually consider when other people might have a helluva hang-over and.I make this look good." She says referring to the space-suit while studying herself in the full-length mirror. "You told me you hated that thing," he said in disbelief. "I did not!" she said indignantly. She must have been horribly drunk Knives thinks to himself. "Do you mind if I sleep with you?" asks Reba suddenly. "Yes," he growls "you have your own bed, now go sleep in it and work off that hang-over." "Fine grumpy, it's not my fault you don't know how to have a good time." She snaps as she staggers over to her bed. Knives notices that she has fallen asleep in his space-suit. "Just great, filthy being. Now I'm going to have to wash it twice." He mumbles to himself as he turns over to fall back asleep. He could have sworn that in the time between the waking world and the real world he heard someone go out the door.
Knives walks into the bar and not seeing Reba, walks to find a seat by himself. Once seated he scopes once again for her. At first he doesn't see anything, but then sees a woman dressed all in black that looks kind of like her. He can only see her back so he settles down to see if he can tell if it is her. Suddenly a man walks in who is almost covered in blood from a fight. Nearly everyone rushes to help him the except for the one he had his eye on. She only looked.(hungrily?!?!) at the blood. Hmm. where was her happy-go-lucky spirit and her ALWAYS willingness to help people. this couldn't be her. 'That's because you have no idea who I am.' He jumped at the intrusion into his brain. He looked over at her, he couldn't see her entire face, just the side profile, because she was facing the wall and looking into her drink. 'What the hell??' He could see her smirking into her tequila. 'Then who are you' he projected his thoughts knowing she would hear them. 'Not someone you want to know' Reba said finally looking at him. Her face was porcelain white with as many blemishes (which means she had none duh) her eyes betrayed sadness, hunger, and a primal madness that he was sure shouldn't have existed past the Jurassic era. She quickly drained her glass and left with no more words and as much noise.
Authors note: hehe I love cliff hangers, not reading them of course, but forcing them onto people. So you think you know who/what Reba is? THINK AGAIN! Unless of course you are thinking what I am thinking and in that case you would be absolutely correct