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drab·ble (drab´'l) n. : a story exactly 100 words long, excluding title

37. Aqua

Color is an allegory. Dark and light. Emotion cold, and hot, and unyielding as day and me. For all to see but him.

Maybe it's irony, too, but I believe it's a description. Not a trite window to the soul. It's simple - real and ephemeral - and souls are dirty things of midnight comfort for the children of dead things.

Blue and green aren't opposite, more the same than shades and beautiful when blended.

Blue is for the cold. The dark and angry pulsing. Green is for the hot, the light.

My eyes are blue, not green.

And his are both.

38. Solution

Meryl smiled as he paused languidly in the doorway, fingers gripping molding's edge. Vash leaned cheerfully into the kitchen, almost hanging, enjoying the sight of her still sleep ruffled hair and clothes. And perhaps, the grumbling of the priest whose way he blocked.

He tossed off his lingering casually, eyes blind to anyone but her. A slide or another swift, graceful pace brought Vash's body in front of her, his hands to her neck and back.

With her usual gleam, Meryl kicked Vash in the shins and caught him in a kiss as he stumbled.

So much for height restrictions.

39. Vanity

The warmth of it, slick and sticky and sexy, dripped down his arms. The blood soaked into his plain shirt, his pants that were too dark to reveal it's color. In shifts of light they glowed that haunting crimson.

Vash stumbled back from the scene, eyes locked on his brother.

Knives chuckled slowly, "You're the one who gave me the idea, dear brother."

Even his eyes seemed purpled in the wet mayhem. Vash couldn't speak, his head shaking in desperate denial.

The elder twin drew a sensual hand through his hair, staining it, "After all, you look good in red."

40. Static

Meryl hadn't really believed it the first time she'd seen it. Blinking, she'd just ignored the last of Vash's daily ritual - after all, it wasn't seeing him get dressed that she cared for - and just turned her attention to tracking down that damned toothbrush that always seemed disappear from their joint possessions. She pretended that she hadn't seen the bright flame of electricity flickering around his hand to favor the utter normalcy of early morning.

But later, she couldn't deny it. Sucking on a finger bitten by static, she stared as him.

Vash shrugged, "It works better than hair gel."

41. Angels

The two men stood across from each other, close but separated by a numb void of white. They were silent, merely standing and studying and not really believing.

Finally, the dark one spoke, "I miss you."

His companion looked away, smiling sadly, "I thought that was my line."

He shrugged, fumbling for a cigarette, "Nah, you got the good end of the deal, remember? The Lord only gives me blurs, but you get to keep me with you anyway."

"Like smoke."

Wolfwood shrugged, "Yeah." His eyes drifted, tracing the image of something in that whiteness. A feather. "Tongari, you're shedding."

42. Typical Flight

That's odd . . . Knives frowned and tapped at the neon console in their little escape pod. He thought he had wiped all the unnecessary human programming from the computer. Despite that, there was a message icon flashing in the corner of his desktop.

Stealing a glance at his twin, shivering and catatonic in the corner, the boy cautiously clicked on the icon. Wide-eyed, he stared. His eyes ran over the message again and he laughed.

A feminine voice recited mechanically over the speakers, waking Vash, "Please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in an upright and locked position."

notes: My addiction to endnotes is unhealthy, I'm sure. First off, I don't think I explained particularly well in Aqua, but I was trying to posit the theory that Vash and Knives actually have the same eye color. It's just that what's visible is predicated by emotion. Positive emotions are green and negative are blue. It's actually mostly true in the series.

Was this the romantic issue or what? Two are blatantly VxM, one is slightly shounen ai-ish (for anyone who wants to take it that way), and one is almost KxV.

To Emilee: I'll try to get some WxM in next time. Or possibly KxMilly. Which is just the cutest couple. Ever.

Trigun is copyright (c) Yasuhiro Nightow and Young King Ours.

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