Title: Forgotten Tears

Author: Vash the Stampede aka $$60 Billion Double Dollar Man

Warnings: Umm....oh yeah...lots of Doughnut eating..**mainly by me, Vash** and oh yeah..VashxWolfwood pairing. **I love this story as of now..:pounces on Nicholas and hugs him:...And I love my Nicky-chan..^_^.** Ok...on with the story..^_^_,~~~ **bad Nicky-chan..no smoking..:takes his cigarette and throws it into a bottle of liqour:**

Rights: Alright, we all know that I, Vash the Stampede, did not, and doesnt' own, the anime Trigun. It all belongs to the wonderful owner named...Yusihiro Nightow!! **smiles a huge goofy grin** Bow down, and behold, this wonderful creator!! ^_^.

Enjoy this story **chapter 2, whew..:hugs Nick again:...aww well..more fun for me and Nicky-chan!** and Love & Peace!! ((P.S. Vash's POV ^_^.))

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I walked, the rain pattering down softly now. My hair, face, coat, and hands were wet with the crystaline water, and sweat. I was way to exhausted to keep walking, but was afraid if I did stop, a Sandworm would kill me. So I kept a steady pace, my boots splashing in the water puddles. I smiled, the rain would help this desert planet become real again.

"Oh god, Nick..why...", I asked myself, knowing the only answer I would receive would be that of silence. I stopped on the edge of a cliff, it was pretty far down. ~Maybe...but I've never been one to like Suicide...~

I heard a motorcycle pull up behind me, and a person get off of it. ~Probably Nick...to come talk me out of it..~ I turned, and I was shocked. It was not Nicholas...it was a sheriff.

"Mr. Stampede...your wanted for a bounty...and I'm willing to believe your not out here of your own accord..", the sheriff said, her eyes a light blue.

"Your right about my name...but I did come out here of my own accordance..so if you'll excuse me..", I replied, trying to brush past her.

"No..sorry Mr. Stampede...I'm taking you in..", she said, slapping handcuffs onto my wrists.

"Fine with me...at least I'll be able to end this running...", I muttered, as she sat me down onto the seat of the motorcycle.

"I'm sorry about this, Mr. Stampede...but I must...", she said, hitting me over the head with her gun. I blacked out, as she sped off back toward the town I had just escaped.

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I looked around. Noone...it was total darkness. I called out, "Rem...?" But, no answer.

Suddenly, a tall man, wearing a black suit, with a pink collared shirt underneath, walked up to me.

"So...we meet again Vash the Stampede..", Midvalley said, a geniuine smirk plastered upon his face.

"I don't have time to meddle with you, Midvalley...so just let me be..", I replied. I brushed past him, as I did, his arm shot out and grabbed my arm.

"What do you think your doing, Midvalley?!", I screamed, trying to pull away. ~This grip..it feels..so familiar...~

"If you want to save Wolfwood's life...you'll do what I tell you to...understand..?", Midvalley said, pulling me closer to him.

"I don't need this! Leave me alone!! Please!", I yelled, his grip tightening as I struggled.

"Knives is in July...and he wants you and Nicholas to go there...if you don't..Legato will kill Wolfwood...got it?", Midvalley whispered into my ear, releasing my arm. I fell to the ground, in a ungraceful sprawl.

"I...I understand...now just...go please...", I pleaded. Tears were streaming down my face, Legato knew of my love for Wolfwood. And Knives probably did also.

"I will...and thank you for cooperating with me...or as Legato would say..us..", Midvalley said, turning and walking away. He disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.

"Oh god...why me?...Why me?", I muttered, wrapping my arms around my legs, which brought them closer to my chest.

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I woke up with a jolt, and looked around. I wasn't in a jail cell, I was in a bedroom. It seemed like the hotel I was in earlier, only, it had a different style to it. I sat up in bed, and looked around for someone.

"Hello? Is anyone home? Or..as Knives might say..anybody alive..?", I asked, no answer welcoming me. I sighed, and swung my feet off the edge of the bed. I stood up, I looked down, I was in my leather suit. My coat, I noticed, was slung over the edge of the chair.

"I wonder who brought me here...I think it was that sheriff girl...if that's what you can call her..", I muttered. I heard a soft tapping noise at my door.

"Hello? Mr. Vash..? Are you awake?", a small childs voice asked.

"Yes, I am...you may come in..", I replied, as a small boy walked in shyly.

"Hello...", he said, his eyes were dark, storm-colored. ~Just like Nick's...~ I thought.

"Hi there...who might you be..?", I asked, kneeling to his height.

"I'm an orphan...and you are Mr. Vash...am I right?", he interregated. ~They must know who I am...or else he would be hugging me...~ I said to myself.

"Ah...your right...but what's your name...", I asked again, hoping to get something out of him other than 'I'm an orphan'.

"My name? You want to know that? No one's ever wanted to know my name except for Father Wolfwood...", the boy said, my eyes widened slightly. ~Father Wolfwood? Who's he think he's kidding..~

"And..is Father Wolfwood here?", I asked, a smile creeping upon my face.

"Yeah..he brought you here...man..he was smiling and crying all in one...", the boy said, a smile broadening his face.

"Oh? Well...can you show me where he is?", I asked, my hand resting upon his shoulder.

"Uh huh...he's in the living room..", the boy said, he started to run out the door, but stopped and turned, "Oh and my name's Darren...nice meeting you Vashy.."

Darren ran out of the room, smiling and laughing. I stood, my face faultering. ~I never knew..is this the orphanage Nick always remembered and talked about..?~

I walked out of the room, into the decorated hallway. It seemed, to be decorated in red and green. ~I suppose it is Christmas...has it been that long?~

I walked into the living room, and saw about 10 kids, sitting around a tall black-clad priest in the chair. I stood in the doorway, watching as Nick talked with the kids, and smiled. ~He always had a soft spot for kids...weither they were good or bad...~ I thought, as Darren ran up to me, and grabbed my hand.

"C'mon Vashy.....Father Wolfwood wants you..", Darren said, dragging me toward the chair.

"Alright...I'm coming..", I replied, following Darren's lead. He lead me over to Nick's chair, and let my wrist go.

"We kids are going to go to bed..night Father Wolfwood..", Darren said, pushing all the kids out of the room, and into their bedrooms.

"Well...your awake...finally...", Wolfwood said, putting his cigarette into his mouth, and lighting it.

"Yeah..how long was I out? And who was the chick who hit me over the head?", I asked, sitting down in the chair across from him.

"Oh...you were out for quite some time...and the girl? Well...I had to bail you out of jail..so there..", he replied, leaning his head back.

"...are you mad at me?", I asked, looking up at him. He glanced at me, then looked over to the fire.

"No...I wanted to tell you sooner...but...you left our hotel room before I could..", he said, taking the cigarette out from between his lips.

"Hm? Something you wanted to tell me..? What is it?", I asked, standing up and walking over to his side. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down into his lap, I laughed lightly. He put his hand to my cheek, and looked at me, smiling.

"I wanted to tell you...that I love you too...", he replied, pressing his lips to mine. His tounge ran over my bottom lip, pleading for access. I opened my mouth, as he slipped his tounge into it. He explored my mouth with care, caressing my tounge. Then he pulled away, I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?", I asked, running my fingers through his hair.

"No...it's just...you didn't reply...", he said, kissing my cheek, then my neck.

"mmm..what do you mean..I didn't reply..?", I asked, putting my other arm around his neck.

"I mean..you didn't say you love me back..", he replied, looking up into my eyes. I loved looking into his eyes, those dark, storm-colored eyes full of sin and wisdom all in one. He had a pure and powerful look to just those eyes alone.

"...I love you too...", I said, a true smile creeping onto my lips.

"Good then...", he whispered, continuing his trail of hot kisses down my neck. I leaned my head back, to let him take over.

"Oh..Nick..there's something I must tell you...", I started, his kisses going lower.

"Hm?", he asked, looking up.

"I had this dream...it had Midvalley...", I said, looking back into his eyes. They grew wide, then his jaw dropped.

"Midvalley! How could he have gotten to you!?", he asked, panic stricken.

"It's alright...he didn't hurt me...", I started, kissing his earlobe, ~Although I know what he had in mind..~ "All he did...was tell me that Knives is in July and wants you and I to go there...", I finished.

Nicholas didn't say anything, he just let me sit on his lap, looking into my eyes. I shifted a bit, and stood up.

"Maybe I should go...it's not safe for an idiot like me to be around all your orphans..", I said, turning and walking back to my room. Leaving a disgruntled Wolfwood behind.

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Authors Notes: MAUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I love this story! ^_^. ::huggles Nick:: And my Nicky-chan is helping me write it. Well, the next chapters going to be cool. I get into a huge fight...::stops and thinks a moment::..hey wait a minute..that's Nicky-chans part in my story!? ::thwacks Nick in the head with gunarm:: Not funny...you want me to die?!?! Oh well. Enjoy laughing and...::loox around and snickers, whispers::...and crying at my bloody ness. ;-_-; ::Nick pounces me:: ACK! Love & Peace!!

Sincerely,

Vash the Stampede aka $$60 Billion Double Dollar Man