From the Sky
By, Miroku aka PyroSprite64
Author's Note: Konnichiwa minna-san! I've got my second fic going! Yay! This one is VERY different from the first one, and I'm doing it on my own this time! I'm so proud. It takes place one week after the ending of the final episode of Trigun, so a MAJOR spoiler warning. If you have not watched the entire series, or read the manga, then click on your back button and go finish it! It's bad for your health. Uh, yeah. Oh! That's right, I don't own Trigun, no matter how much I fantasize about it, so don't sue me! It was the monkeys, I swear! Vile little things. Eheh, ok, let the fic begin! AS always, R&R, or I'll be forced to let loose the Whining Hyenas of Istanbul! *Crickets chirp* Um, yeah, *shifty eyes* Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Vash the Stampede sighed as the door to his shared home with the Insurance Girls closed behind him. It had been one week since he and Knives returned to the town where Meryl Stryfe (Strife?) and Milly Thompson had taken him in only a few weeks before. Luckily, Knives had not died, though he had suffered severe blood loss, due to the bullet holes in both shoulders and thighs.
Vash brushed a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes and breathed in the dry desert air. The twin suns were setting, their brilliance barely warding off the imminent darkness. Vash started walking. A good walk usually cleared his mind and helped him think better. Knives was going to be fine. The doctor had told him the bullets had managed to miss any vital tendons, and Knives' regenerating abilities were already kicking in. There, however, laid the problem. How the hell was Vash going to keep knives from returning to his old ways as soon as he healed? For now, at least, the sadistic man was completely paralyzed. Yet, how long would it take for him to be up and on his way? Would Vash and the girls go to bed one night, never to wake again, condemned by the bullets in their hearts? Vash shook his head. No way would he allow that to happen. He'd send Meryl and Milly to someplace far away if need be, before he'd let any harm come to them. They had stayed with him through the worst, shown him far more kindness and caring than Vash felt he deserved. No one was going to hurt them while he still breathed, and especially not his brother.
Vash sighed again and pushed his hands into the pockets of his khaki pants, standing still in the shade of a large dune. He stared up at the sky, as the stars slowly started to claim it. Soon the moons would rise, and one in particular would be there to glare at him with it's one eye. The hole Vash had put there, in what seemed like so many years, decades, ago. Vash closed his eyes as a warm breeze licked at his face and neck, drying the perspiration that had started to bead on his forehead with his efforts of walking through the shifting sands.
'Knives, brother, what am I going to do with you when you wake? Will you ever see the error of your ways?'
Vash slowly lost himself in thought, as memories of good and bad came back to him. Wolfwood's resigned face as he trudged away to die in solitude at the local church. Meryl staring at him when she thought he wasn't looking. Rem, approaching her crazed crew mate as he leveled a gun at her heart, only to look at him with pleading eyes and murmur her soothing words. Finally the young features of Knives, half-hidden by the dark of their escape pod, as his first revealing of his sociopath nature became evident on his childish face.
'What am I going to do?'
Suddenly a bright flare of light played on Vash's closed eyelids, causing him to open them involuntarily. He looked around, searching the iles of dunes and sand for the source of the harsh glow. Another flash drew Vash's aqua eyes upward. The sight made him gasp with awe and surprise. A ship, small enough to be a pod, and shaped like an egg with fins, was hurtling across the twilight sky at an alarming speed. It had been the glint of the dying sun rays on shining metal that had nearly blinded him the second time around. Vash followed it's flight across the horizon as it fell in a graceful arc to a cluster of hilly dunes that could almost be mistaken by the untrained eye for mountains. Vash felt the curiosity rising in him, as well as a sort of excitement. Had he just witnessed the crash landing of another alien species? Would they be anything like himself? How many were there? Would there be any attractive females? Could they possibly like donuts? These questions and a million more rushed through his mind as he took off at a fast paced jog over the sand.
Vash had just topped the dune that separated him from the alien craft, when the explosion blew, sending chunks of chrome and metal for one last flight through the sky. A whooshing noise, much like the sound of air flowing through the rocks crags just outside of town, reached Vash's sensitive ears as he slid down the slope. Vash moved closer to the pod, trying to get a better view through the smoke and flames. An oval hole in the ship's exterior became visible, smoke billowing out in a slow haze. Brief electrical sparks and flashes brightened the dark interior. Vash took a few cautious steps closer, trying vainly to make out any shapes or forms in the dim light. He was just convincing himself to get closer to look inside when a shadow lurched forward from the pod's dark depths and collapsed on the desert sand. Vash stared, dumbfounded. It didn't move. Vash inched towards the mass of indistinct features, trying to get as close as possible without being in touching distance. Could it be the alien? Would it be friendly? Vash looked down on the motionless form that lay at his feet. It didn't look like it could attack him, if it was hostile. Even so. Vash drew his gun from it's ever-present holster, and took one more step, peering down at the alien. What he saw was not what he had expected.
In stead of green, reptilian skin, a furry, humanoid body lay face down in the sand, features hidden by a lush mane of curly orange hair. Short fuzz covered it from head to toe. Mystified, Vash turned the limp body over with a boot-clad foot. The alien was female, that was fairly evident, Vash noticed with a soft smile. Scantily clothed in a tight blue and yellow-striped vest and shorts, she was barefoot, save for a few strips of the same colored material tied around the main pads of her feet. Her legs were rather oddly shaped, like the hind quarters of a cat, though they were long and thin. Claws replaced her finger and toe nails. She looked to be an interesting mix of what Vash could only assume was cat and human. She even had ears protruding through her thick locks. Fangs were visible in her open maw, and a ridge of whisker-like fur ran across high cheek bones. A gash in her right cheek was bleeding dark blood onto flaming fur. Vash stared unblinkingly in awe at the odd entity before him, his trigger hand limp at his side. Where did she come from? What planet could produce such bizarre life forms? Vash studied the exotic face, wonder making him careless. He nearly had a heart attack when her eyes flicked open and a hand darted out to grasp his ankle. Hard hazel eyes studied him intently as claws pierced right through Vash's leather boot and into his leg. Vash whimpered, and felt sure that his socks would be soaked with his blood in minutes.
However, she must have seen something in him that she approved of. She loosened her grip on his ankle, breathing raggedly, never taking her cat-eyes off his. Suddenly she hissed, as her body began to shake with uncontrollable spasms. She arched her back and snarled animalisticly, breath coming out in hyper ventilated gasps. Her pupils were so narrowed with her distress and pain that they were almost non-existent. Her lips moved, but only what seemed like snarls came out. Vash crouched down beside her, putting a tentative hand on a gaping wound that graced her muscular waist. She growled softly, but made no move to harm him. Instead, her lips moved again, this time jabbering in some foreign language Vash had never, in his 130-some-odd years of life, heard before.
"I'm, sorry, but I don't understand," Vash said haltingly.
The alien girl blinked at him, then grinned slightly, only to be wracked by painful spasms. She still had a loose hold on his ankle, which tightened, though minus the painfully sharp claws.
"Help, me," she said, choking on her own words. Her voice was like a cat's purr, sultry and warm, though ridden with fierce pain.
Vash blinked. Had she just spoken to him? Her eyes were starting to roll in odd directions.
"Please," she gasped through gritted teeth, "help me."
Vash looked around, unsure of what to do. From the look of the gash in the cat-girl's side, she was in serious need of medical attention, but who in their right mind would give work on an alien crossbreed? Vash snorted at himself. Probably the same doctor who patched up two humanoid plants, no questions asked. But, how was he going to keep her hidden? If he took this cat-girl back into town, he'd have everyone at his throat for taking on a monster. Vash looked down. She didn't look very old, late teens, early twenties maybe. She wasn't as furry as he recalled either. In fact, she looked less like a cat and more like a girl. Vash sat back with a start. Her hair was actually receding into her skin, revealing a soft brown pallor. Her claws were turning into regular nails, and her mane was shorter, less bushy. She still had ears and fangs though, ands all her wounds remained. Vash sighed. There was no question, he couldn't leave her now. She looked too human, too young. Maybe he could say she was Hungarian, to explain the teeth, and cover up the ears with a scarf. Sighing again, Vash tore a strip from his plain shirt to cover the major wound on her flank, then lifted the limp body into his arms. As he headed back to town, it occurred to him that he didn't even know her name.
"Oh, won't Meryl just looove that," Vash muttered to himself.
He imagined Meryl's face when he would walk in the front door with a half-naked, bleeding young female with cat-ears and fangs. Vash winced, and started bolstering himself for the screech-fest that was sure to come, trying to think of thins to say that wouldn't sound too asinine. He was too wrapped up with the face of an enraged Meryl in his mind to notice a pair of jaded eyes watching him from the cover of a small rock outcropping.
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Meryl stood at the front window,, arms crossed and tapping her foot madly. How long was that donut swilling baka going to stay out? It was already pitch black, the five moons had risen and were starting to descend over the dry planet. Milly looked up from the sewing of her overalls that had torn during work that day.
"Is Vash-san still out on his walk, Sempai?"
Meryl turned and smiled at her friend, before resuming her staring contest with the window.
"Yes, Milly. I hope he comes back soon. It would be a pity to be caught by a bounty hunter, after all he's been through."
Milly nodded sagely and resumed her work on her overalls. She frowned at her large stitches. Meryl always made them so small, how did she manage it? Milly sighed and tied off the knot, just as Meryl made a surprised noise.
"What is it Sempai? Is Vash-san back?"
Meryl couldn't believe her eyes. Yes, it was Vash, and he was carrying a body. A female body. And a very well developed one at that. Meryl clenched a fist, trying to fight her anger and panic.
'I mustn't jump to conclusions, I mustn't jump to conclusion, I mustn't jump to.'
"Sempai?" Milly's concerned voice cut through Meryl's thin train of thought.
"Sempai, who is that with Vash-san?"
Meryl sighed and moved to the door. The girl in Vash's arms seemed to be unconscious, and Vash looked like he could use some help.
"I don't know Milly. Let's go find out."
Meryl could hear Vash's labored panting as soon as she opened the door. She ran to meet him a few yards away from their front step, Milly close on her heels.
"Vash! What happened? Where did you pick that girl up? What the.?!"
Meryl stopped dead, causing Milly to run into her back, and nearly knock her over. Meryl's eyes bugged out as she stared at the very conspicuous cat ears and white, glistening fangs.
"Found her in desert. Crash landing. Gotta get the Doc." Vash panted, stumbling towards the open door.
Meryl stared as he walked by, rubbing her eyes and blinking furiously.
"Sempai, did you see that? Ears! Like a kawaii little fox!"
Milly's excited voice managed to break through Meryl's questioning of her own sanity, and she shook her head. Finally Meryl's take-charge nature took control, and she hurried forward after Vash's halting stride.
"Yes, I saw. Vash, put the girl in the extra bed in Knives' room. Milly, go get a wash cloth and some water. I'll go get the doctor. Oh, and Vash, after you put her down, go drink some water, before you shrivel up with dehydration. Ok, is that it? Then I'm off."
Meryl was already heading out the door before Vash called her back.
"Meryl! Wait! Are you sure it's such a good idea to put an alien in a room with my brother?"
Meryl contemplated this. After Vash had returned, with Knives slung over his shoulder, he had sat both her and Milly down and explained everything. He said they could leave if they wanted to, but the girls had chosen to stay. After all, he was still Vash the Stampede. Finally Meryl nodded to herself and walked off.
"He's unconscious, AND he'll be paralyzed. What harm could he do? I'll be right back, ja ne!"
Vash stared after Meryl's retreating back. Somehow he was not comforted by her words. With a sigh he turned and went to Knives' room, hoping his brother would REMAIN unconscious, until they could do something with the cat-girl.
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Meryl returned after a few minutes with the town physician in tow. He was used to abrupt callings by the short Insurance Girl.
"How long has the girl been in this state?"
"Not long Bukushi-san, about twenty minutes," Meryl said as she opened the door for him.
Vash moved out of the way as the doctor set up shop beside the girl's bed. He took the cat-girl's vitals and made notes about her wounds. The final toll was five slashes, one on her cheek, one on her side, another on her back, and a gash that seemed to connect across both legs. The doctor bandaged the wounds after treating them with disinfectant and a few healing poultices that had been in his family for years. It was too soon to tell if the girl had received any kind of concussion, her amazingly thick hair made it practically impossible. Vash had been apprehensive about what the Doc would say about the girl's odd ears and fangs, but the man didn't even bat an eye. Bukushi Ashitaka had seen all manner of deformations and wounds on this planet, ears were just another one to add to his daily log. Throughout the whole ordeal, no one noticed one ice-blue eye surveying all from beneath the covering of sheets.
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So, how was that chap? What do you guys think? Go ahead and review, I'm dying for some feedback here! Well, next chapter will be on the way soon. For all you Knives fans out there, he'll be making his appearance soon, so hold tight! Ja ne minna-san!
By, Miroku aka PyroSprite64
Author's Note: Konnichiwa minna-san! I've got my second fic going! Yay! This one is VERY different from the first one, and I'm doing it on my own this time! I'm so proud. It takes place one week after the ending of the final episode of Trigun, so a MAJOR spoiler warning. If you have not watched the entire series, or read the manga, then click on your back button and go finish it! It's bad for your health. Uh, yeah. Oh! That's right, I don't own Trigun, no matter how much I fantasize about it, so don't sue me! It was the monkeys, I swear! Vile little things. Eheh, ok, let the fic begin! AS always, R&R, or I'll be forced to let loose the Whining Hyenas of Istanbul! *Crickets chirp* Um, yeah, *shifty eyes* Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Vash the Stampede sighed as the door to his shared home with the Insurance Girls closed behind him. It had been one week since he and Knives returned to the town where Meryl Stryfe (Strife?) and Milly Thompson had taken him in only a few weeks before. Luckily, Knives had not died, though he had suffered severe blood loss, due to the bullet holes in both shoulders and thighs.
Vash brushed a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes and breathed in the dry desert air. The twin suns were setting, their brilliance barely warding off the imminent darkness. Vash started walking. A good walk usually cleared his mind and helped him think better. Knives was going to be fine. The doctor had told him the bullets had managed to miss any vital tendons, and Knives' regenerating abilities were already kicking in. There, however, laid the problem. How the hell was Vash going to keep knives from returning to his old ways as soon as he healed? For now, at least, the sadistic man was completely paralyzed. Yet, how long would it take for him to be up and on his way? Would Vash and the girls go to bed one night, never to wake again, condemned by the bullets in their hearts? Vash shook his head. No way would he allow that to happen. He'd send Meryl and Milly to someplace far away if need be, before he'd let any harm come to them. They had stayed with him through the worst, shown him far more kindness and caring than Vash felt he deserved. No one was going to hurt them while he still breathed, and especially not his brother.
Vash sighed again and pushed his hands into the pockets of his khaki pants, standing still in the shade of a large dune. He stared up at the sky, as the stars slowly started to claim it. Soon the moons would rise, and one in particular would be there to glare at him with it's one eye. The hole Vash had put there, in what seemed like so many years, decades, ago. Vash closed his eyes as a warm breeze licked at his face and neck, drying the perspiration that had started to bead on his forehead with his efforts of walking through the shifting sands.
'Knives, brother, what am I going to do with you when you wake? Will you ever see the error of your ways?'
Vash slowly lost himself in thought, as memories of good and bad came back to him. Wolfwood's resigned face as he trudged away to die in solitude at the local church. Meryl staring at him when she thought he wasn't looking. Rem, approaching her crazed crew mate as he leveled a gun at her heart, only to look at him with pleading eyes and murmur her soothing words. Finally the young features of Knives, half-hidden by the dark of their escape pod, as his first revealing of his sociopath nature became evident on his childish face.
'What am I going to do?'
Suddenly a bright flare of light played on Vash's closed eyelids, causing him to open them involuntarily. He looked around, searching the iles of dunes and sand for the source of the harsh glow. Another flash drew Vash's aqua eyes upward. The sight made him gasp with awe and surprise. A ship, small enough to be a pod, and shaped like an egg with fins, was hurtling across the twilight sky at an alarming speed. It had been the glint of the dying sun rays on shining metal that had nearly blinded him the second time around. Vash followed it's flight across the horizon as it fell in a graceful arc to a cluster of hilly dunes that could almost be mistaken by the untrained eye for mountains. Vash felt the curiosity rising in him, as well as a sort of excitement. Had he just witnessed the crash landing of another alien species? Would they be anything like himself? How many were there? Would there be any attractive females? Could they possibly like donuts? These questions and a million more rushed through his mind as he took off at a fast paced jog over the sand.
Vash had just topped the dune that separated him from the alien craft, when the explosion blew, sending chunks of chrome and metal for one last flight through the sky. A whooshing noise, much like the sound of air flowing through the rocks crags just outside of town, reached Vash's sensitive ears as he slid down the slope. Vash moved closer to the pod, trying to get a better view through the smoke and flames. An oval hole in the ship's exterior became visible, smoke billowing out in a slow haze. Brief electrical sparks and flashes brightened the dark interior. Vash took a few cautious steps closer, trying vainly to make out any shapes or forms in the dim light. He was just convincing himself to get closer to look inside when a shadow lurched forward from the pod's dark depths and collapsed on the desert sand. Vash stared, dumbfounded. It didn't move. Vash inched towards the mass of indistinct features, trying to get as close as possible without being in touching distance. Could it be the alien? Would it be friendly? Vash looked down on the motionless form that lay at his feet. It didn't look like it could attack him, if it was hostile. Even so. Vash drew his gun from it's ever-present holster, and took one more step, peering down at the alien. What he saw was not what he had expected.
In stead of green, reptilian skin, a furry, humanoid body lay face down in the sand, features hidden by a lush mane of curly orange hair. Short fuzz covered it from head to toe. Mystified, Vash turned the limp body over with a boot-clad foot. The alien was female, that was fairly evident, Vash noticed with a soft smile. Scantily clothed in a tight blue and yellow-striped vest and shorts, she was barefoot, save for a few strips of the same colored material tied around the main pads of her feet. Her legs were rather oddly shaped, like the hind quarters of a cat, though they were long and thin. Claws replaced her finger and toe nails. She looked to be an interesting mix of what Vash could only assume was cat and human. She even had ears protruding through her thick locks. Fangs were visible in her open maw, and a ridge of whisker-like fur ran across high cheek bones. A gash in her right cheek was bleeding dark blood onto flaming fur. Vash stared unblinkingly in awe at the odd entity before him, his trigger hand limp at his side. Where did she come from? What planet could produce such bizarre life forms? Vash studied the exotic face, wonder making him careless. He nearly had a heart attack when her eyes flicked open and a hand darted out to grasp his ankle. Hard hazel eyes studied him intently as claws pierced right through Vash's leather boot and into his leg. Vash whimpered, and felt sure that his socks would be soaked with his blood in minutes.
However, she must have seen something in him that she approved of. She loosened her grip on his ankle, breathing raggedly, never taking her cat-eyes off his. Suddenly she hissed, as her body began to shake with uncontrollable spasms. She arched her back and snarled animalisticly, breath coming out in hyper ventilated gasps. Her pupils were so narrowed with her distress and pain that they were almost non-existent. Her lips moved, but only what seemed like snarls came out. Vash crouched down beside her, putting a tentative hand on a gaping wound that graced her muscular waist. She growled softly, but made no move to harm him. Instead, her lips moved again, this time jabbering in some foreign language Vash had never, in his 130-some-odd years of life, heard before.
"I'm, sorry, but I don't understand," Vash said haltingly.
The alien girl blinked at him, then grinned slightly, only to be wracked by painful spasms. She still had a loose hold on his ankle, which tightened, though minus the painfully sharp claws.
"Help, me," she said, choking on her own words. Her voice was like a cat's purr, sultry and warm, though ridden with fierce pain.
Vash blinked. Had she just spoken to him? Her eyes were starting to roll in odd directions.
"Please," she gasped through gritted teeth, "help me."
Vash looked around, unsure of what to do. From the look of the gash in the cat-girl's side, she was in serious need of medical attention, but who in their right mind would give work on an alien crossbreed? Vash snorted at himself. Probably the same doctor who patched up two humanoid plants, no questions asked. But, how was he going to keep her hidden? If he took this cat-girl back into town, he'd have everyone at his throat for taking on a monster. Vash looked down. She didn't look very old, late teens, early twenties maybe. She wasn't as furry as he recalled either. In fact, she looked less like a cat and more like a girl. Vash sat back with a start. Her hair was actually receding into her skin, revealing a soft brown pallor. Her claws were turning into regular nails, and her mane was shorter, less bushy. She still had ears and fangs though, ands all her wounds remained. Vash sighed. There was no question, he couldn't leave her now. She looked too human, too young. Maybe he could say she was Hungarian, to explain the teeth, and cover up the ears with a scarf. Sighing again, Vash tore a strip from his plain shirt to cover the major wound on her flank, then lifted the limp body into his arms. As he headed back to town, it occurred to him that he didn't even know her name.
"Oh, won't Meryl just looove that," Vash muttered to himself.
He imagined Meryl's face when he would walk in the front door with a half-naked, bleeding young female with cat-ears and fangs. Vash winced, and started bolstering himself for the screech-fest that was sure to come, trying to think of thins to say that wouldn't sound too asinine. He was too wrapped up with the face of an enraged Meryl in his mind to notice a pair of jaded eyes watching him from the cover of a small rock outcropping.
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Meryl stood at the front window,, arms crossed and tapping her foot madly. How long was that donut swilling baka going to stay out? It was already pitch black, the five moons had risen and were starting to descend over the dry planet. Milly looked up from the sewing of her overalls that had torn during work that day.
"Is Vash-san still out on his walk, Sempai?"
Meryl turned and smiled at her friend, before resuming her staring contest with the window.
"Yes, Milly. I hope he comes back soon. It would be a pity to be caught by a bounty hunter, after all he's been through."
Milly nodded sagely and resumed her work on her overalls. She frowned at her large stitches. Meryl always made them so small, how did she manage it? Milly sighed and tied off the knot, just as Meryl made a surprised noise.
"What is it Sempai? Is Vash-san back?"
Meryl couldn't believe her eyes. Yes, it was Vash, and he was carrying a body. A female body. And a very well developed one at that. Meryl clenched a fist, trying to fight her anger and panic.
'I mustn't jump to conclusions, I mustn't jump to conclusion, I mustn't jump to.'
"Sempai?" Milly's concerned voice cut through Meryl's thin train of thought.
"Sempai, who is that with Vash-san?"
Meryl sighed and moved to the door. The girl in Vash's arms seemed to be unconscious, and Vash looked like he could use some help.
"I don't know Milly. Let's go find out."
Meryl could hear Vash's labored panting as soon as she opened the door. She ran to meet him a few yards away from their front step, Milly close on her heels.
"Vash! What happened? Where did you pick that girl up? What the.?!"
Meryl stopped dead, causing Milly to run into her back, and nearly knock her over. Meryl's eyes bugged out as she stared at the very conspicuous cat ears and white, glistening fangs.
"Found her in desert. Crash landing. Gotta get the Doc." Vash panted, stumbling towards the open door.
Meryl stared as he walked by, rubbing her eyes and blinking furiously.
"Sempai, did you see that? Ears! Like a kawaii little fox!"
Milly's excited voice managed to break through Meryl's questioning of her own sanity, and she shook her head. Finally Meryl's take-charge nature took control, and she hurried forward after Vash's halting stride.
"Yes, I saw. Vash, put the girl in the extra bed in Knives' room. Milly, go get a wash cloth and some water. I'll go get the doctor. Oh, and Vash, after you put her down, go drink some water, before you shrivel up with dehydration. Ok, is that it? Then I'm off."
Meryl was already heading out the door before Vash called her back.
"Meryl! Wait! Are you sure it's such a good idea to put an alien in a room with my brother?"
Meryl contemplated this. After Vash had returned, with Knives slung over his shoulder, he had sat both her and Milly down and explained everything. He said they could leave if they wanted to, but the girls had chosen to stay. After all, he was still Vash the Stampede. Finally Meryl nodded to herself and walked off.
"He's unconscious, AND he'll be paralyzed. What harm could he do? I'll be right back, ja ne!"
Vash stared after Meryl's retreating back. Somehow he was not comforted by her words. With a sigh he turned and went to Knives' room, hoping his brother would REMAIN unconscious, until they could do something with the cat-girl.
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Meryl returned after a few minutes with the town physician in tow. He was used to abrupt callings by the short Insurance Girl.
"How long has the girl been in this state?"
"Not long Bukushi-san, about twenty minutes," Meryl said as she opened the door for him.
Vash moved out of the way as the doctor set up shop beside the girl's bed. He took the cat-girl's vitals and made notes about her wounds. The final toll was five slashes, one on her cheek, one on her side, another on her back, and a gash that seemed to connect across both legs. The doctor bandaged the wounds after treating them with disinfectant and a few healing poultices that had been in his family for years. It was too soon to tell if the girl had received any kind of concussion, her amazingly thick hair made it practically impossible. Vash had been apprehensive about what the Doc would say about the girl's odd ears and fangs, but the man didn't even bat an eye. Bukushi Ashitaka had seen all manner of deformations and wounds on this planet, ears were just another one to add to his daily log. Throughout the whole ordeal, no one noticed one ice-blue eye surveying all from beneath the covering of sheets.
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So, how was that chap? What do you guys think? Go ahead and review, I'm dying for some feedback here! Well, next chapter will be on the way soon. For all you Knives fans out there, he'll be making his appearance soon, so hold tight! Ja ne minna-san!