Ohayou, My Dear Chapter 0002, a trigun fanfic

Trigun Fanfic

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.

--Ohayou, My Dear—

Trigun Fanfic Featuring Vash and Meryl. "Pervert!" "Wh-what are you doing in my bed?" "Put some clothes on for God's sake!"

By Chiruken

Chapter 2

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    An hour later and they still weren't any closer to unraveling the mystery surrounding their current situation. Vash could feel a tension headache beginning to throb behind his eyes and flopped back on the bed to stare up at the ceiling. "So…what was the last thing you remember, again?"

    "I already told you! I was tired, excused myself from the table, came up to MY room and went to bed." She folded her arms across her chest in a belligerent stance.

    He sat up abruptly. "But that doesn't explain what you were doing in MY bed!" He gestured at the bed he was sitting on. "You weren't here when I got here. Trust me…I'd remember finding a naked woman in my bed, Meryl."

    "So things like this happen to you on a regular basis then? I should've known! You're such a playboy!"

    "Play---?!" He cut the words off abruptly and stared hard at her. "I'm not in the habit of sleeping with every woman I come across, Meryl."

    "Could have fooled me!" She rolled her eyes and blew out a harsh breath. "You chase everything with a skirt, Vash! It's pathetic and downright irritating to watch you drool over every woman you see! 'Hey, pretty lady! Wanna come home with me?'" She mimicked with a fair imitation of his usual cajoling tone and smirked. "I've watched you. It's disgusting!"

    He flushed angrily. "It isn't like that at all! I **flirt**! Nothing more. Geez, what do you take me for?"

    "Flirt?" She glared at him and rose to tower over him. "Flirt?! Is that what you call it? Of all the—" She bent forward until she was nearly nose to nose with him and his green eyes crossed to maintain steady eye contact. "Do you think women **enjoy** being treated like objects? Is that what you think with your oh so macho attitude and drooling idiocy? Well let me tell you something, buster!" She poked a finger into his chest hard. "We're people, we have feelings, and we have intelligence. It's guys like you that make it so hard for women to get the respect we deserve! You make me sick!"

    His mouth worked but for a moment nothing came out. Eyes narrowing in anger he leaned forward forcing her to back up as he rose to tower over her small form. "Don't you dare lecture me, Meryl Stryfe! You have **no** idea what you're talking about! You're so busy hating and distrusting the entire male population that you can't see passed that blown up self-righteous sense of moral indignation that you hide behind because you can't stand the thought that maybe…just **maybe**…you might be wrong in your assumptions!"

    Lifting her chin to a deliberately defiant tilt she raised her hands to grip the front of his coat hard enough her knuckles turned white. "How dare you?!" She hissed between clenched teeth, grey eyes sparking with fury. "How dare you stand there pscho-analyzing me?! You have no right, Vash the Stampede! No right at all! You don't even know me so stop acting like you do!"

    Grasping her by the shoulders he bent his head and glared with equal anger into her upturned face. "What the hell is it to you what I do?! It's not like you care, is it?" Sudden insight made his eyes widen. "That's it, isn't it?" He released her and took a small step back to look at her in surprise. "You…you're…**jealous**!"

    "Jealous?!" She shrieked, hands closing into fists as the blood drained from her face, enraged grey eyes narrowing to slits. "Of all the conceited--!"

    "I'm right!" He shouted, a gleeful expression replacing his previous anger. "Come on, admit it, Meryl. You're jealous 'cause I don't flirt with you!"

    "I am **not** jealous!" Hands opening and closing into fists at her side she longed to smack the smug look from his handsome face. "Why the hell would I be jealous of…of…" Words failed her as she shook with rage.

    "Now I get it!" He stepped around her, out of reach, and leaned against the wall, legs crossed casually as he folded his arms across his chest. "No, no…no need to explain at all! Now it becomes clear why you've been following me around all this time!" He grinned and nodded in satisfaction. "It has nothing to do with your job and that silly excuse about 'risk prevention'." His grin widened and he began to laugh. "Who'd have thought it? Must've been by devilish good looks and incomparable charm. Well, I have to admit that I'm flattered, of course, but you know, Meryl, it would never work." When her face reddened he raised a hand, closing his eyes with a mock-sorrowful expression and shook his head. "No need to say anything. We're just too different, you and I. I'm free as the wind and rootless like the tumble weed while you're firmly planted in hopes and dreams of stability."

    "Argh! You conceited jackass!" She stomped her foot and fought the urge to grab his gun and shoot him with it. "I'm not some lovesick idiot! I'm doing my job! My **job**! You're the one reading more into it than there is!"

    "Oh come on, Meryl. It's only human to…"

    "You're right! **Human**!" She spat out spitefully as she stomped towards the door. "**If**…and I really mean if…I ever was foolish enough to think about falling for someone, he'd have to at least have that in common with me!" She spun and, ignoring his sudden silence and the hurt in his green eyes, she waved her hand expansively. "I don't do other species!" With that, she jerked the door open and marched out, slamming it behind her.

    His breath whooshed out as he slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "Ouch, Meryl…very, very ouch."

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