Chapter Thirty: An Epilogue
(A/N: This is a SHORT epilogue, by the way. ^^;; Don't expect too much from it.)
"I have never seen Wolfwood-san look so happy!"
Milly happily exclaimed as he tousled about on the dusty grounds with his orphans, laughing loudly. Meryl smiled.
"He'll make a wonderful father,"
She said softly, and Milly nodded brightly. Meryl watched Vash in the tangle of kids roll about in mock-pain, and should stop laughing herself.
"Why don't we visit your family next, Milly?"
She suggested. Milly looked thoughtful before nodding happily. She patted her rounding stomach before agreeing,
"Yes, they should meet him."
Meryl glanced at the hand Milly was patting her stomach with before looking down at her own.
"Hey Meryl, catch!"
"Yikes!! Don't throw stuff at me! ...uh, what is it?"
"Open it."
"?...!...Vash... this is...!"
"Uhm, I hope you like it."
"...It's... I... Thank you, Vash."
"Don't lose it, Meryl, okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm not like you."
"Aww, you're mean!"
She smiled at the memory. The twin-suns caught the sparkles in Milly's and Meryl's rings and reflected them to the clear blue sky.
"What the... 'Vash the Stampede destroys laboratory in Midnight Desert'? 'Humanoid Typhoon strikes again'?? This is a month too old!"
He burst out laughing, setting down his cup of coffee.
"I knew I shouldn't have told him the address!!""
He smirked at the headlines in the papers before setting them down and brushing a hand through his red hair, the copper streak plainly visible.
"Come on Rederine,"
Call the professor from his room,
"It's lunchtime."
"'Kay, I'll be a moment,"
He called out, and standing up, he entered the small cabin that would have to do for now until they managed to market their silver plastic.
He didn't know when, but he knew that one day, he would be able to call him father again... he was sure of it.
Somewhere far away, amidst a pile of wreckage of an old laboratory, an orange cloak flaps in the wind, hanging raggedly on a metal pole, almost like a stake. Though stiff from sand, the cloak dances in the dusty breezes, vividly obvious against the metal and sand. Just below it, protected from the wind, lays a pair of amber-tinted sunglasses.
Both owners don't need them anymore.
FINALLY!!!!!!!! You're all probably thinking. Heh! Well, I thank 'Trigun' for their wonderful characters, and I thank you readers for reading! For those who took extra care in reviewing, I particularly love you guys!! I read every single review, and I took it into my head, so don't think I didn't read it. Thank you so much!!! If it weren't for reviews I wouldn't have finished this. Thanks again!! ^_^**** Oh, by the way, I thought I might as well tell you why this is called 'Steam'. Uhhhm... well, I was writing and writing and I didn't know what to call it, right? Then I had to go sleep so I had to name the text file before I did, so I named it randomly with the first word that came to my eyes - which happened to be the line from the first chapter where the bus-driver loses steam. So I named it that, and it stuck. Guess what? I think the title ended up suiting the thing!! I wouldn't know what else to call it, anyhow. XD Again, thanks for reading uptil here, and I truly hope you enjoyed it. ^_^***
