Author's Notes;
Well, let me begin by saying that I am extremely sorry. Trigun offspring usually aren't my cup of tea, either, but this idea has planted itself in my head and I absolutely, positively must do it. I write things for myself, not for other people. Sorry. ^_^
However, if you're willing to keep an open mind, then go right ahead and read, and maybe you'll even find yourself enjoying it…? No, not likely. It's one of my stories, so with or without offspring, it's not going to be very good.
Still, sit back and enjoy.
And, let me just say this now… much to my dismay, I do not own Trigun. I do not own Vash the Stampede, Meryl Strife, Milly Thompson, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Legato Bluesummers, Millions Knives or any other Trigun characters. I do, however, own Rinzei and Rinaza.
While this story does have Trigun offspring, this story does not have mysterious resurrections. I know, I know, I love Bokushi-san, too…
And, without further ado, let us begin this torturous session so you can get this over with and return to your life. I'm sorry to waste your time with my nonsensical babblings.
Sincerely,
One (1) Naito Tenshi
The Bonds that Tie
By Naito Tenshi
Chapter 1-
The tanned lids yawned open, and bold, bright blue eyes stared up at the ceiling. The ceiling was entirely unfamiliar; a test of the limbs and the owner of those eyes found they would not move without a considerable amount of excruciatingly painful protest. Pale blonde hair lay in a mess on a flat, thin pillow.
"Did that idiot manage to hurt me this badly…?" furious, the inner monologue questioned. Despite the pain it caused, the blue-eyed blonde managed to force the body into a sitting position, head turning slowly and the sapphire depths scanning the darkened room, taking in the surroundings.
The room was obviously in a hospital of some sort. Across from the bed that the injured plant sat in was a dresser, with a mirror on it, and a vase full of red geraniums. To the right of the dresser was a table and two chairs, one that was facing the bed, one that was facing the other way. Sitting in the latter, the blue eyes locked onto a familiar figure. The seated person was considerably similar in appearance to the observer, except that the hair was a bit longer and a few shades darker, the skin a few shades paler, and the eyes a different color.
"Hey," the plant greeted the other plainly, "What'd you do to me?"
The other turned to face the speaker, smiling widely, "Hey, you're awake!"
"Yeah, I'm awake," a frown found its way onto the tanned face, "No thanks to you, apparently."
A nervous giggle escaped the paler mirror, "Yeah, well… I didn't mean to hurt you that badly."
The one in the bed scowled at the other, and then the door swung open. Standing there was a rather tall man, with spiked blonde hair, the same color as that of the seated plant, and green eyes.
"Hey there!" he greeted cheerfully, "Glad to see you're awake!"
The plant in the bed smiled at the sight of the man, her blue eyes squinting slightly from it, "Hi Uncle Vash."