Author's Note: Well, here's my first attempt at writing a Trigun fanfiction, and I have but two things to say. One, why the hell did I write this - I don't believe that Wolfwood and Vash are gay, but I respect people who think they are lovers. And two, why am I so Out of Character? Maybe it's just me, but I think I wrote Wolfwood a little bit so... Ah, oh well. Maybe it's because it's late - ever notice I write all of my fics at odd hours? ::shrugs:: Please R&R.
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What the fuck are you doing, Wolfwood? What the fuck are you doing? Not only are you sneaking into someone's room, but it's a man's room - Vash's room - for Kami's sake. You're not gay, you're straighter than a board! And even if you did like spikey in that way, you're a -priest-! Men of the cloth don't have impure thoughts, they don't have sex, they don't sneak into men's rooms in the dead of night, and they most certianlly aren't gay!
But still... Tongari does look so nice under the sheets there. Despite the scars on his chest, he is kind of appealing... and so is the way the moonlight strikes his face. Well, assuming you go for that tortured innocence hidden behind a immature facade thing - which I don't because I don't like him... do I? I'm not quite sure anymore. I mean there's definately something about him that I find appealing, but there's Millie too... Kami... I can't like them both can I? But I do. I get the same uneasy, yet somehow... right... feeling from both of them.
So now what do I do? "Mm... Wolfwood? Is that you?" A voice cuts into my tormented staring session; it seems that Tongari has decided for me what I'll do.
"Hai, Tongari."
"What'cha doin'?"
"Nothing," I reply cooly, sliding towards the door to The Stampede's room. "Just looking for something that I think I found." I'm not lying, I realize. I came here to try to find out if what I've been feeling for Vash since I first met him was love or something else, and I think I know that answer.
"Oh?" my blonde-haired partner asks, sitting up casually in his bed.
I shrug. "Yeah. I'll tell you tomorrow, ok?" Vash nods in response, and I take my leave from his room. Maybe he knows this, but I'm not going to tell him what I realized tonight. I'm not going to tell him I love him. I can't. Why? Because it'll endanger us both. Ok, I'm lying - because it'll endanger my heart if I tell him and he doesn't return the feelings.
And I can't handle that kind of rejection, which is why I'll wake up tomorrow and continue to be nothing more than his partner...
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What the fuck are you doing, Wolfwood? What the fuck are you doing? Not only are you sneaking into someone's room, but it's a man's room - Vash's room - for Kami's sake. You're not gay, you're straighter than a board! And even if you did like spikey in that way, you're a -priest-! Men of the cloth don't have impure thoughts, they don't have sex, they don't sneak into men's rooms in the dead of night, and they most certianlly aren't gay!
But still... Tongari does look so nice under the sheets there. Despite the scars on his chest, he is kind of appealing... and so is the way the moonlight strikes his face. Well, assuming you go for that tortured innocence hidden behind a immature facade thing - which I don't because I don't like him... do I? I'm not quite sure anymore. I mean there's definately something about him that I find appealing, but there's Millie too... Kami... I can't like them both can I? But I do. I get the same uneasy, yet somehow... right... feeling from both of them.
So now what do I do? "Mm... Wolfwood? Is that you?" A voice cuts into my tormented staring session; it seems that Tongari has decided for me what I'll do.
"Hai, Tongari."
"What'cha doin'?"
"Nothing," I reply cooly, sliding towards the door to The Stampede's room. "Just looking for something that I think I found." I'm not lying, I realize. I came here to try to find out if what I've been feeling for Vash since I first met him was love or something else, and I think I know that answer.
"Oh?" my blonde-haired partner asks, sitting up casually in his bed.
I shrug. "Yeah. I'll tell you tomorrow, ok?" Vash nods in response, and I take my leave from his room. Maybe he knows this, but I'm not going to tell him what I realized tonight. I'm not going to tell him I love him. I can't. Why? Because it'll endanger us both. Ok, I'm lying - because it'll endanger my heart if I tell him and he doesn't return the feelings.
And I can't handle that kind of rejection, which is why I'll wake up tomorrow and continue to be nothing more than his partner...