I just can't stay away from this story although I know I should be working on the others.
Legato with vengeance
//.- You plebeians should know that I do not own Vash, Wolfwood, Milly, Meryl, or anything else that appeared in the manga or TV show. //.-
A TRIGUN FIC
Fourteen: Scars
Eight years later….
"Seiko, we're going to the bank, do you want to come," a woman in her mid thirties looked over her shoulder as her son pulled on her sleeve trying to get her to take him to the bank now.
"Na, I've got to go and see Vash in a few minutes, Julie, but don't worry the place we're going is only a block from the bank so, I'll walk with you." Seiko, now looking his proper age of thirty-six. Hoisting his son Shinji up onto his shoulders, he walked out of his house with his happy family all smiles, not a remnant of that day left in him.
***
"Vash, Wolfwood, Dad!" Seiko came through the bar doors then stopped, bodies lying every where, nowhere to step except in a pool of blood, the whole floor was bathed in it, red wet still warm. Then Seiko snapped around at a touch to his shoulder, guns leveled.
"Seiko, what happened?" Vash asked, Him Wolfwood and Knives starring at the atrocities. That rapid machine gun fire was heard, coming from the bank, screams, and then silence.
"Julie! Shinji!" Seiko pushed past the three in his way, accidentally shoving Wolfwood to the ground. Breathlessly Vash and Knives turned in tandem and followed Seiko, leaving Wolfwood to saunter over at his own pace.
"Seiko?" Knives and Vash pushed into the back seeing a repeat performance of the of the bar, at one difference, a man, bent and weeping sitting in the middle of the room, a long gun poised in his hand. The hand and gun were moving, from pointing at a slumped body to his own head. "Seiko! Stop!" Knives and Vash bot tackled Seiko to the floor.
Staying there for a minute, he seemed to embrace the dead body he had been kneeling over when they had come in. Then stood up drying his eyes he yet again shoved Vash and Knives out of his way and walked out of the bank and down the street. The blood dripping off his clothing like the teats the came from his sorrow lit eyes.
"Knivesu…" Vash made a motion to fallow him.
"No, Vashu, it's… it's best he's not bothered right now," Knives seemed shocked yet still put his hand a Vash's shoulder to stop him.
***
The black sky, the swirling clouds of sand, it was too much. Seiko could no longer bear the stinging pain of his loss, he did what had been gnawing at him since he had arrived there, the place his family had loved to picnic on the holidays. A large bluff over looking the town of November, to many memories. Old faces flashing before him, Med, Critos, Chi, then the shriveled burnt corpses he had left them as; Julie his loving wife, and Sinji his young son. He jumped, plunging down the sheer drop of the cliff.
***
Knives sat alone in his hotel room, thinking about what he had done. Telling Vash not to follow Seiko, it was surely signing the death knell for Seiko. Yet, yet… he still felt it was the right thing to do. The pressure, it seemed to swirl around him, then guilt.
The knock on his door that followed snapped Knives back to the present. "Who's there?" Knives quickly barked at the door.
"Telegram." Responded the messenger at the other end of the door.
Knives reach out the door he had opened a crack, snatched the letter from the messenger's hand, and slammed the door in his face. Quickly unfolding the note, he read.
Dear father,
By the time, you get this note I will be de-
Knives couldn't finish….
***
"Damn!" Vash pounded his fist on the table, of his hotel room, cursing the way he just let Knives order him into just letting Seiko go out there to merely blow his brains out. "Why, Knives, why would you do that to your own son?"
Vash quietly suffered wishing he had done this or that throughout his life to save other people, only succeeding in throwing himself into a worse state of depression. Each thought seeming to create a void of nothing in his head eventually allowing Vash to drift in to a half state of shock or sleep.
***
The next day Vash and Wolfwood had gathered their bags in the lobby of their hotel and awaited Knives to come down from his room so that they could go back to their homes. Wolfwood anxiously awaited his return, Milly was expecting and his son Nick was going to graduate from High school in twelve days. Yet, even with all of this joy laden on his heart he and Vash remained very quiet seeming to have a 'depressed staring contest' both of them staring into space. Not at all jubilant and going back and forth in conversation like the previous night.
That was scaring the desk clerk that, last night, was voted by the duo, to be the official piñata for when they saw Seiko again. Yet, now the where both sitting there looking like someone died.
Then Knives came down the stares calmly, raising his gun; he fired one shot at the clerk, hitting him square in the forehead then fired at Wolfwood, the aforementioned falling to the ground. "Vash, are you sure you won't join me in making a world for the plants?" He calmly came to Vash and looked him strait in the eyes.
"No," Vash looked back both of their stares as cold as ice and them more.
"Then its back to normal," Knives walked out of the building slowly. Vash remaining frozen in the same spot thinking of how a similar event had started all of his misadventures and sufferings before and it was about to happen again.
***
"Dear Vash," Seiko wrote on a clipboard with the pencil in his mouth, "by the time you receive this I will be dept ridden and stuck in the hospital of November for a couple of months. I would really appreciate your monetary donations. Sincerely, Seiko Megalopolis." He paused for a minute then added, "P.S. If my father didn't get my letter I sent him then tell him what I told you."
Seiko gazed up at the light until it started to swim and look like a dollar sign. After he had plunged off the cliff Seiko had landed on some gun riddled, hunched over priest's motorcycle and broken every bone in his and the priest's bodies. Then an ambulance came and took them both to the hospital in November, where Vash now was visiting Wolfwood. Who had been shot through then jumped by some crazy bandit who probably killed himself when he jumped onto Wolfwood's motorcycle from the top of a cliff!
THE END
Legato with vengeance: I don't care if my ending stinks just review it if you will.