A TRIGUN FIC
What happened to all the reviews? I work hard, yet the Fic that had the most reviews when it was on Uozumi's page, yet now IT HAS NONE!
What happened? Did my reviewers just up and die?
Chiriko-chan
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RECAP!!!!
Utter confusion has ensued, a new Gun-Ho-Gun has appeared. Yet once shot he turned out to be Seiko. What new anomalies will be discovered this time? Will anyone ever save this fic by reviewing? Find out next time.
Twelve: Request Prolonged
"Chi," Critos wheeled over, having been paralyzed by the gunshot, but finally as recovered as he could get. He presented Chi with his trombone, "Master Chi, for the benefit of the Gun-Ho-Guns and Boss I have found that sound can travel only so far." With that he put the horn into Chi's hands and seemed to brace himself for some kind of shock.
"I see," Chi looked down at the quaking teen before him, "Then you feel prepared to leave us and all around you forever?" Chi followed the protocol of the Gun-Ho-Guns exactly. 'Boss? I need to ask your permission,' Chi opened a mental link with Seiko to ask him something not in the protocol.
'What? I'm somewhat busy here,' Seiko responded from where he was being operated on.
'Critos wishes to perform the ceremony,' Chi solemnly responded.
'NO! WE ARE NOT THE GUN-HO-GUNS' Seiko shouted through his head.
"Master Seiko has decided that you will live," Chi stopped Critos from shuddering further.
"But, Master, I deserve-"
"Seiko has said so," shouted as loud as he could through the hospital lobby, "now take your trombone and go. You should realize that you are lucky. You may now go have a normal life. Save yourself the hell that faces the rest of us!" Chi intoned quietly, "you will live, friend," quietly he turned away heading to see Seiko once he got out of the surgery.
***
"Chi," Vash came up to him a couple hours after Critos had gone, Seiko still not released from surgery, "what was that about?"
"…" Chi stared at him, his eyes giving the same dull ennuyé look as Legato's did.
Vash sucked in his breath, stunned at Chi's appearance, for minute he reached down for his gun but remembered it wasn't Legato he was dealing with, it was Chi. Chi wasn't evil, yet in that instant Vash lost the long earned trust that he had with all of the second generation of Gun-Ho-Guns, "No… he's not…. No!" Vash fell to his knees clutching his head, the memory of all of the traumatic events that surrounded Legato coming back to him.
"I have business," Chi flagrantly ignored Vash, walking out the door he turned his head different direction he decided on one as if searching out something, then left.
***
"Yo, Tongari, ya admittin' visitors?" Wolfwood quietly rapped of the door to Vash's room of their apartment.
"Go to…! Fine come in," Vash admitted Wolfwood instead of deciding to take out his aggressions and cuss Wolfwood out against his better judgement.
"Sit, I bear 'the good stuff'," Wolfwood chuckled placing the same kind of beer bottle that they had used in the quick drawl incident.
"Hn," Vash merely glanced at the bottles Wolfwood was trying to push on him then looking, over his shoulder, and out the window.
"… Not only that, but I bear bad news as well…. Listen to me Vash, two hours ago we found Critos, or what was left of him, one bloody pulp," Wolfwood sighed looking down at the floor then his eyes connecting with one of the bottles. "Might as well…" Wolfwood continued to drown his worries by chugging the whole bottle in two gulps. "Listen if yer not gonna…" Wolfwood paused, his hand stretched out to take the bottle at Vash's side of the table, he starred at disbelief at the man before him.
Vash's eyes glowed, his fist imbedded in the dent it made in the wooden coffee table, not saying a word, he got up from his chair, the chair flying to the other side of the room. "Mark one more," Vash picked his gun off the nightstand it had been resting on, "down."
***
"Med, where'd Vash, Wolfwood, and Chi get off to?" Seiko found Med and Hornfreak awaiting his return in the lounge to the hospital. Pausing a minute, he looked at the mournful faces of his comrades, he sucked in his breath the realization hitting him as if Legato had told him telepathically, "It was Chi." It came flatly out of his mouth, all compassion drained. Disappearing in the direction he came from, he soon returned his tight black shirt thing that looked similar to what Vash has under his trench coat showing, the brown cloak that usually covered it, gone. No trace of the man once occupied that body. "Mark one down," with that said Seiko produced his gun out of his pocket. Then picked the staff that he had in the last chapter when Legato had possessed him somehow, up from were it was leaning by the hospital door.
"But, Boss," Med stood up his hand outstretched as if to grab Seiko from going out the door. Feeling an impact to his outstretched hand that closed on reflex then dropped the object, a metallic clatter meeting his ears.
"Keep it, and then run from this place, or die!" Seiko pulled another cylinder out of his pocket, then loaded it into his gun, pulling the trigger, then a loud clunk then a burst of water vapor from all of the seems and wholes in the gun. "Please have the decency to take Wolfwood with you." Then Seiko walked away never a glance behind himself.
***
"Vash, ya don haf'ta do this, the only reason that ya beat Legato was 'cuz he wanted ya to." Wolfwood followed Vash down the street trying to get him to reconsider the suicide mission he had appointed himself. "So how do ya…" Wolfwood stopped a white feather falling on his head, more raining down like snow.
Vash stopped his steady pace of walking, his sunglasses falling to the ground from the involuntary shudder that coursed through his body.
Now a face floated by as if projected by a camera into the sky itself. A girl of maybe fifteen or fourteen looked over her shoulder towards nowhere, a very annoyed tone to her voice, "David, there's something that I need to tell you."
Then another voice without a face came to, "Who's David?" it was the voice of Seiko, younger yet still obviously him.
"Well then, Legato's spell has worn off finally?" the girl asked.
"What spell Emily?" Seiko sounded very confused.
"Let me put it to you this way, Seiko. How old are you?"
"Eighteen, why ask?" Seiko's voice got more perplexed.
"Because you're really nineteen, Legato has possessed you for a whole year. Look at me, do I look the same as last time you saw me?"
Then the image faded, replaced with that of Legato, "You fool, why would I, of all people, possess the son of my master?" then red flecks, blood is in front of Legato, flowing down one side of the image. "Let that be a lesson to you for listening to such a traitorous lie. I will go punish whom ever it is that started this, and make sure that they stay dead." Legato paused evidently reading Seiko's thoughts, "I see, then, she will die."
Then the memories stopped playing and it all went black.
***
Vash woke with a start, his breathing feeling constricted, a slab of rock laying on his back, other rubble, not only stone and wood, surrounded him. Managing in lifting the bolder off himself, he kneeled down with his palms on the ground, catching his breath. Looking around he spied an arm, with a black sleeve and cross cufflinks, underneath a pile of rubble. Knowing he was too late by far to save Wolfwood, the sun was high in the sky while it had been about midnight when the angel arm went off, Vash decided to give Wolfwood a proper burial, again. Reaching over to pull the rocks off of Wolfwood's body, Vash jumped back, the arm was moving, reaching out towards him. "Wolfwood, I'll get you out of there!" Vash pulled harder managing in freeing Wolfwood from the mass of stones.
"Hey ya, Tongari," Wolfwood stopped, pointing to the remains of an alley, behind Vash.
"What Wolfwood…" Vash stopped, seeing the shadowed forms approaching them. Looking closer Vash realized who it was, Knives helping a much-weakened Seiko walk.
To be continued…