DISCLAIMER: Okay…..Let's see…..I own…NONE…of Trigun! Like most people, I
wish I did. But, since I don't, and I'm only borrowing the characters for a
short fic, there's no reason to sue. ^_^
I know, this might be VERY OOC, but it just sprang into the little mind in Algebra II class. What an evil subject …..*hiss*. Anyways, read and review. And let me know just how OFF I am with this. And for any of you that's the slightest bit interested, this might be a lead in to a longer fic that's playing in the little corner's of this pathetic brain of mine…..
1 Change Of Heart
You'd laugh at me if you were here, Brother. You'd laugh your ass off. You'd laugh from shock, you'd laugh from surprise, and mostly, you'd laugh from relief.
I'm different from before, Brother. I don't remember much of how I use to be, but I've heard stories, heard the way you use to talk to those Insurance girls about the way I "use to be".
When you and that small girl left a while back, I was surprised that you trusted me enough to leave me alone with that bigger Insurance girl. I guess you knew that I wouldn't do any harm to her.
She's sleeping, Vashu. I look at her and a million thoughts race through my mind. She's tough, she's big, yet she's also vulnerable. She's so innocent and pure; she could be destroyed, mentally, very easily. But you know what Brother? I'm not going to let that happen. I will allow no one to do that to her.
You are either laughing your hardest now, or choking. But it's true. Our fight changed me, but she has changed me even more. No matter how much I put her off, she kept trying and eventually earned my trust.
She has a pained look on her face. She has to be the most realistic human I've ever met. I haven't heard any excuses come from her. She knows that I was the one behind that priest's death. She also come to terms with the fact that he really is dead and not coming back, yet she doesn't blame me.
I hear her cry sometimes, late at night. Sobbing for that man. The man that I killed. I want to comfort her on those nights, but something stops me. Why do I feel this way Brother? Could it be a change of heart…?
I know, this might be VERY OOC, but it just sprang into the little mind in Algebra II class. What an evil subject …..*hiss*. Anyways, read and review. And let me know just how OFF I am with this. And for any of you that's the slightest bit interested, this might be a lead in to a longer fic that's playing in the little corner's of this pathetic brain of mine…..
1 Change Of Heart
You'd laugh at me if you were here, Brother. You'd laugh your ass off. You'd laugh from shock, you'd laugh from surprise, and mostly, you'd laugh from relief.
I'm different from before, Brother. I don't remember much of how I use to be, but I've heard stories, heard the way you use to talk to those Insurance girls about the way I "use to be".
When you and that small girl left a while back, I was surprised that you trusted me enough to leave me alone with that bigger Insurance girl. I guess you knew that I wouldn't do any harm to her.
She's sleeping, Vashu. I look at her and a million thoughts race through my mind. She's tough, she's big, yet she's also vulnerable. She's so innocent and pure; she could be destroyed, mentally, very easily. But you know what Brother? I'm not going to let that happen. I will allow no one to do that to her.
You are either laughing your hardest now, or choking. But it's true. Our fight changed me, but she has changed me even more. No matter how much I put her off, she kept trying and eventually earned my trust.
She has a pained look on her face. She has to be the most realistic human I've ever met. I haven't heard any excuses come from her. She knows that I was the one behind that priest's death. She also come to terms with the fact that he really is dead and not coming back, yet she doesn't blame me.
I hear her cry sometimes, late at night. Sobbing for that man. The man that I killed. I want to comfort her on those nights, but something stops me. Why do I feel this way Brother? Could it be a change of heart…?