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Trigun - Suffer the Little Children: Chapter Three
"I see you have failed me. It's a pity, really. I thought you deserved the existence I gave you. I guess I'll just have to take it back. Heh heh heh. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
"NO KNIVES! PLEASE DON'T" He sprung awake clawing at the air. Breathing and sweating heavily, he sat up. It was just a dream. He looked out the window to see children playing. He smiled. "Wait a minute. What am I smiling for?" he thought, "Humans only bring sadness and destruction. But the ones outside playing, they are exactly opposite, full of happiness and life."
"So, you're finally awake."
Startled, he turned to see the blonde hair man who shot him, standing in the doorway. Vash pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down.
"How are you feeling?" asked Vash.
"Uh...the wounds are still kinda sore. Why do you care?"
"Judging by the way you were looking at the children just a minute ago, I don't think you were acting on your own free will yesterday."
He looked down, ashamed.
"I'm pretty sure you know who I am. What's your name?"
"My name...my name is Asher."
Vash gave Asher a stern look. "Well then, Asher, I have to ask you something, how would you like to have some of these delicious donuts?!" Vash's face gleamed as he pulled a tray of freshly baked donuts from behind him.
Asher looked in disbelief as he saw the legendary Vash the Stampede gorge himself like pig into the pile of baked goods.
"C'mon now. They're really yummy. You have to be hungry. It's been 12 hours since you passed out," Vash said with crumbs of donuts spewing out of his mouth.
Asher reluctantly grabbed a donut and bit into it. With that first explosion of flavor, he swiped the entire tray from Vash and began inhaling every single crumb. Vash began to whine, "Hey! Haven't you ever heard of sharing?" But before he could grab another one, Asher had devoured the entire pile.
"So why did you come here yesterday?" Vash asked, beginning his interrogation again.
Asher began to stare out the window again. "He said it was necessary. In order for the Plant race to survive, humans had to be eliminated. So I was given the order to dispose of all of the orphanages. I-I have-I have already destroyed 2 orphanages." Asher broke into tears, but he didn't know why.
Damon stood eavesdropping outside the door. "What's with this guy," he thought, "yesterday he was going to hurt everyone. And why did mommy insist on helping him?"
"Damon! WHAT are you doing?" Damon froze and slowly turned around to see his mother standing over him. "I, uh, I wanted to, uh, I wanted to see if, uh, there were any donuts left! Yeah that's it. I wanted a donut!" "Nice try, mister. I believe you have some chores to do. Right?" "Uh, oh ok. Sorry mommy." Millie bent down rubbed his hair, "Its ok sweetie. I'm sure you were just concerned. Now go along."
As Millie walked into the room with Asher and Vash, Damon pretended to walk outside and tiptoed back to do some more spying.
"I'm so glad you're awake. Did you enjoy my special homemade donuts?"
Asher blushed, "Y-Yes I did. Thank you. But why are you being so nice to me? I tried to kill you."
"Well, if Mr. Vash trusts you, then so do I. But I'm still kinda angry for what you did to Joseph."
"Oh no! I forgot about him. Is he ok? I'm so sorry!"
Surprised to see his concern, she replied, "He's still unconscious, but he's ok."
"That's good." There was a silence and then, "What is to become of me?"
Vash stood up, "Well that depends entirely up to you. What do you want to do?"
Asher looked out the window again to see the children playing. "I would like to stay here actually. I must repay you for the awful things I did and for you kindness. Please let me stay. Knives only taught me anger and sadness. I want to learn to be happy, like them," He nodded to the children outside and smiled.
Damon couldn't believe what he was hearing. If his mom wanted him to protect them, how was he supposed to do it with the enemy living with them? Vash began to walk out of the room and tripped on Damon. As Vash crashed to the ground, Damon froze and his eyes widened. Oops. His cover had been blown.
Vash rose to his feet, "OOOWWWW! Damon what are you doing?" "Excuse me young man!" Millie stood towering over Damon, "I don't think any of your chores requires you to be near this room!" Damon shrieked and ran outside to quickly begin his chores.
Later that day, after making sure everything was ok, Vash returned to December. During the next week, Asher made repairs to the orphanage, learned how to cook and played with the children. He had never been so happy. "How could Knives want to destroy anything like these children? They don't pose a threat to anything," he thought to himself.
Although the other children loved him, Damon couldn't quite let his guard down around him. But after a month, Damon slowly started to come around.
One evening, Asher was sitting outside staring into the horizon. Millie came out and sat down next to him. "I brought you a cup of coffee." "Oh thank you." Millie smiled and handed him the cup. Asher took a sip and grinned. Everything this human woman did was always too good. "You know, Asher, your welcome to stay here as long as you like. It's great having another man around the house." Millie blushed, "Uh, I mean I really appreciate all you've done." Asher turned and smiled at her.
Damon sat inside watching his mom and Asher. "He better not try anything on my mom," he thought, "she belongs to me and dad and no one else!"
Asher and Millie stared at the sunset, too nervous to say anything to each other. Millie turned to look at Asher and was startled. He was breathing heavy and gritting his teeth. He was very angry. "Asher, what's wrong?" "I- It's him. He's coming. That bastard's coming for me." Millie looked to the place where Asher was staring and could barely see the figure of a man walking towards the orphanage. Asher jumped up. "Millie, you have to get all the children to safety. NOW!" Millie nodded and ran into the house. "Damon! Help me get the kids into the shelter!"
Damon and Millie herded the kids into the underground shelter. "Oh no!" Millie screamed, "I forgot about Joseph!" "Don't worry, Mommy I'll go get him!" Damon began running back to the house. "Damon, wait! Oh, please be careful." On the first day Asher had come to the orphanage, he had given Joseph a severe head wound that caused him to randomly pass out for hours on end. Damon was about to grab him when he looked outside to see Asher talking with another guy. His curiosity overcoming him, Damon crept up to the window to listen.
"Knives, what are you doing?" growled Asher.
He smirked, "To do what I've been telling you every night in your dreams," he pulled gun out and pointed it at Asher, "to take back the existence I gave you."
Trigun - Suffer the Little Children: Chapter Three
"I see you have failed me. It's a pity, really. I thought you deserved the existence I gave you. I guess I'll just have to take it back. Heh heh heh. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
"NO KNIVES! PLEASE DON'T" He sprung awake clawing at the air. Breathing and sweating heavily, he sat up. It was just a dream. He looked out the window to see children playing. He smiled. "Wait a minute. What am I smiling for?" he thought, "Humans only bring sadness and destruction. But the ones outside playing, they are exactly opposite, full of happiness and life."
"So, you're finally awake."
Startled, he turned to see the blonde hair man who shot him, standing in the doorway. Vash pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down.
"How are you feeling?" asked Vash.
"Uh...the wounds are still kinda sore. Why do you care?"
"Judging by the way you were looking at the children just a minute ago, I don't think you were acting on your own free will yesterday."
He looked down, ashamed.
"I'm pretty sure you know who I am. What's your name?"
"My name...my name is Asher."
Vash gave Asher a stern look. "Well then, Asher, I have to ask you something, how would you like to have some of these delicious donuts?!" Vash's face gleamed as he pulled a tray of freshly baked donuts from behind him.
Asher looked in disbelief as he saw the legendary Vash the Stampede gorge himself like pig into the pile of baked goods.
"C'mon now. They're really yummy. You have to be hungry. It's been 12 hours since you passed out," Vash said with crumbs of donuts spewing out of his mouth.
Asher reluctantly grabbed a donut and bit into it. With that first explosion of flavor, he swiped the entire tray from Vash and began inhaling every single crumb. Vash began to whine, "Hey! Haven't you ever heard of sharing?" But before he could grab another one, Asher had devoured the entire pile.
"So why did you come here yesterday?" Vash asked, beginning his interrogation again.
Asher began to stare out the window again. "He said it was necessary. In order for the Plant race to survive, humans had to be eliminated. So I was given the order to dispose of all of the orphanages. I-I have-I have already destroyed 2 orphanages." Asher broke into tears, but he didn't know why.
Damon stood eavesdropping outside the door. "What's with this guy," he thought, "yesterday he was going to hurt everyone. And why did mommy insist on helping him?"
"Damon! WHAT are you doing?" Damon froze and slowly turned around to see his mother standing over him. "I, uh, I wanted to, uh, I wanted to see if, uh, there were any donuts left! Yeah that's it. I wanted a donut!" "Nice try, mister. I believe you have some chores to do. Right?" "Uh, oh ok. Sorry mommy." Millie bent down rubbed his hair, "Its ok sweetie. I'm sure you were just concerned. Now go along."
As Millie walked into the room with Asher and Vash, Damon pretended to walk outside and tiptoed back to do some more spying.
"I'm so glad you're awake. Did you enjoy my special homemade donuts?"
Asher blushed, "Y-Yes I did. Thank you. But why are you being so nice to me? I tried to kill you."
"Well, if Mr. Vash trusts you, then so do I. But I'm still kinda angry for what you did to Joseph."
"Oh no! I forgot about him. Is he ok? I'm so sorry!"
Surprised to see his concern, she replied, "He's still unconscious, but he's ok."
"That's good." There was a silence and then, "What is to become of me?"
Vash stood up, "Well that depends entirely up to you. What do you want to do?"
Asher looked out the window again to see the children playing. "I would like to stay here actually. I must repay you for the awful things I did and for you kindness. Please let me stay. Knives only taught me anger and sadness. I want to learn to be happy, like them," He nodded to the children outside and smiled.
Damon couldn't believe what he was hearing. If his mom wanted him to protect them, how was he supposed to do it with the enemy living with them? Vash began to walk out of the room and tripped on Damon. As Vash crashed to the ground, Damon froze and his eyes widened. Oops. His cover had been blown.
Vash rose to his feet, "OOOWWWW! Damon what are you doing?" "Excuse me young man!" Millie stood towering over Damon, "I don't think any of your chores requires you to be near this room!" Damon shrieked and ran outside to quickly begin his chores.
Later that day, after making sure everything was ok, Vash returned to December. During the next week, Asher made repairs to the orphanage, learned how to cook and played with the children. He had never been so happy. "How could Knives want to destroy anything like these children? They don't pose a threat to anything," he thought to himself.
Although the other children loved him, Damon couldn't quite let his guard down around him. But after a month, Damon slowly started to come around.
One evening, Asher was sitting outside staring into the horizon. Millie came out and sat down next to him. "I brought you a cup of coffee." "Oh thank you." Millie smiled and handed him the cup. Asher took a sip and grinned. Everything this human woman did was always too good. "You know, Asher, your welcome to stay here as long as you like. It's great having another man around the house." Millie blushed, "Uh, I mean I really appreciate all you've done." Asher turned and smiled at her.
Damon sat inside watching his mom and Asher. "He better not try anything on my mom," he thought, "she belongs to me and dad and no one else!"
Asher and Millie stared at the sunset, too nervous to say anything to each other. Millie turned to look at Asher and was startled. He was breathing heavy and gritting his teeth. He was very angry. "Asher, what's wrong?" "I- It's him. He's coming. That bastard's coming for me." Millie looked to the place where Asher was staring and could barely see the figure of a man walking towards the orphanage. Asher jumped up. "Millie, you have to get all the children to safety. NOW!" Millie nodded and ran into the house. "Damon! Help me get the kids into the shelter!"
Damon and Millie herded the kids into the underground shelter. "Oh no!" Millie screamed, "I forgot about Joseph!" "Don't worry, Mommy I'll go get him!" Damon began running back to the house. "Damon, wait! Oh, please be careful." On the first day Asher had come to the orphanage, he had given Joseph a severe head wound that caused him to randomly pass out for hours on end. Damon was about to grab him when he looked outside to see Asher talking with another guy. His curiosity overcoming him, Damon crept up to the window to listen.
"Knives, what are you doing?" growled Asher.
He smirked, "To do what I've been telling you every night in your dreams," he pulled gun out and pointed it at Asher, "to take back the existence I gave you."