Disclaimer: All characters belong to Trigun. The end.
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Chapter 3: Hinted Comments
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Meryl decided that today she would take a better inspection of the Gung-Ho Guns that were in that big room she assumed was a meeting place. The first one that she had seen face to face was a guy named Talon Dawson. He reminded her of Legato not in looks but by how much he hung around Knives. Two inch white hair, crimson eyes and a tall stature almost the same as Knives composed the Gung-Ho Gun. He wore black body armor all over his body that contoured each thick muscle. She talked to him once and found him to be surprisingly tolerant of her.
Leaving her room and walking down the hall she saw Knives and Talon conversing about something. She ignored them knowing full well that the plant hated to be ignored. She could feel his eyes glaring at the back of her skull. She smiled to herself.
`He needs to learn to calm down.`
She heard footsteps behind her. Knowing who it was she smiled despite the inner knowledge of what he could do to her.
"Over confidence will get you killed."
She laughed.
"You won`t kill me. You still need more for bait."
The sound of him growling made her giggle.
"Go on. Go do your scheming. It will never work anyways. Whatever you do he will undo. You should just give up."
He caught up to her. He put his hand out and grasped her shoulder. It hurt. She flinched slightly and he delighted in that tiny sound.
"Do not patronize me. I will kill you if Vash does or does not come here. Your fate is already decided."
She frowned. He found pleasure in this as well. With his hand still fastened to her shoulder he walked along with her until they arrived at the main area. He let go.
"Enjoy your last pitiful days here."
"I really do hate you."
"Good. If you had pitiful spider feelings for me then I would become ill. You sicken me."
"As you do for me."
"A mutual hate.....how I delight in it."
He walked away towards his little office area, as Meryl called it, and slamming the door. She felt the tears beg to be released from her eyes but she held them at bay.
`I won`t let that selfish bastard have the delight in watching me cry!`
She was afraid of him. She did not want him to know this though. If he did he could do whatever he wanted and she would be completely vulnerable. Putting on this sarcastic front to match his own worked so she used it.
She focused her attention back to the Gung-Ho Guns that were sitting in front of her. She decided at once that she would stay clear away from the first one that she saw. He was tall as well. He looked frail but she felt a power radiating from him made her tremble. As she exxamined him further she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"I knew that you were afraid."
"Am I really so interesting to you that you follow me everywhere and touch my shoulder all the time?"
He let go. She turned to face him. Their eyes locked. Knives was fuming yet there was something different about it. It looked like he was enjoying this. He always enjoyed fighting her. She knew that but this was still different. It was almost as if he did this in particular to her.
`Hell! For all I know he does it to me only!`
"Why do you delight in torturing me? Have I, a human, matched the almighty Knives?"
"No spider ever can match me."
"But I am not a spider, remember....Butterfly?"
She laughed when he growled. Only when he hit her did she gasp out in pian and surprise. Facing him she caught the wild look in his eyes. She had never witnessed this kind of hate from him. Not like this. Her shoulder hurt badly. It was not broken but he easily could have.
This time the tears could not be stopped.
"Finally I made you cry. Do not ever call me that name again or I will break your arm next time and nothing you can do will repair it."
As they stared at each other each with their own expressions on their faces Knives` face changed. She could not be sure but he actually looked a bit pale.
`Maybe he`s sick.`
He had his hand extended as if to hit her again but he did not. Instead he recoiled his arm. She stepped back a little without taking her eyes off of him.
"...Remember that." he whispered as he left her alone once more. She could not help but notice that he was acting funny. This was only after he hit her. She did not think that he had it in him. He probably did not either.
`So he would do it. I`ll have to be more careful.`
Deciding not to dwell on the matter she continued her observations of the Gung-Ho Gun demons. Behind her icy blue eyes watched.
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`That bitch! Who does she think that she is?!`
"Something bothering you?"
Talon Dawson stepped out of the shadows of the small room. His eyes focused on the plant`s. His mouth was indifferent. Knives chuckled.
"Nothing is bothering me. Nothing ever bothers me."
"She is bothering you. That little human makes you cringe yet you insist on being around her so much. Are you really planning to lure Vash to you then kill her while he watches and get what you desire?"
"It is not a plan that cannot work."
"True....but can you go through with it?"
"Of course I can! I am superior to her....to you!"
"I know that. I am only pondering the possiblities that you would find it somewhere inside you that you care about her."
Knives glared. Talon stood completely still. The plant was shaking with rage.
"I don`t have feelings for that filthy spider!"
"I did not say that. I said that you care for her. You can care and not be in love."
Knives ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"I hate her! I loathe her! She contradicts me at every step!"
"You enjoy that. I know it. You look more delighted when this occurs over making plans on destroying the human race."
Knives listened on despite his building anger. He managed to nod his head a lot without lashing out at the demon. Talon`s crimson eyes sat still steadily surveying the plant. Finally it was Knives who ended the stare.
"Say what you want but it is not true."
"So be it."
Knives left the room. Talon laughed.
***Alright....I seriously have writer`s block for this chapter so I`m ending this one here. Chapter 4 will be when I`m done updating my fic for Hellsing and when I don`t have a lot of crap to do for school. Yes. I realize that this chapter was entitled The Gung-Ho Guns but recently someone sent me an ugly statement in their "review". They verbally abused me for what I wrote before about getting reviews. I was highly offended and it broke my concentration. The next chapter will have more of the Gung-Ho Guns.
I`m sorry if I came off as rude. I never intended that. I heard from everyone else except from that girl that it did not. I don`t know what to think. Thank you to the people who have supported me during that time and I`m deeply sorry for halting the completion of this chapter. I`ll go now. Chapter 4 soon hopefully. :)
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Chapter 3: Hinted Comments
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Meryl decided that today she would take a better inspection of the Gung-Ho Guns that were in that big room she assumed was a meeting place. The first one that she had seen face to face was a guy named Talon Dawson. He reminded her of Legato not in looks but by how much he hung around Knives. Two inch white hair, crimson eyes and a tall stature almost the same as Knives composed the Gung-Ho Gun. He wore black body armor all over his body that contoured each thick muscle. She talked to him once and found him to be surprisingly tolerant of her.
Leaving her room and walking down the hall she saw Knives and Talon conversing about something. She ignored them knowing full well that the plant hated to be ignored. She could feel his eyes glaring at the back of her skull. She smiled to herself.
`He needs to learn to calm down.`
She heard footsteps behind her. Knowing who it was she smiled despite the inner knowledge of what he could do to her.
"Over confidence will get you killed."
She laughed.
"You won`t kill me. You still need more for bait."
The sound of him growling made her giggle.
"Go on. Go do your scheming. It will never work anyways. Whatever you do he will undo. You should just give up."
He caught up to her. He put his hand out and grasped her shoulder. It hurt. She flinched slightly and he delighted in that tiny sound.
"Do not patronize me. I will kill you if Vash does or does not come here. Your fate is already decided."
She frowned. He found pleasure in this as well. With his hand still fastened to her shoulder he walked along with her until they arrived at the main area. He let go.
"Enjoy your last pitiful days here."
"I really do hate you."
"Good. If you had pitiful spider feelings for me then I would become ill. You sicken me."
"As you do for me."
"A mutual hate.....how I delight in it."
He walked away towards his little office area, as Meryl called it, and slamming the door. She felt the tears beg to be released from her eyes but she held them at bay.
`I won`t let that selfish bastard have the delight in watching me cry!`
She was afraid of him. She did not want him to know this though. If he did he could do whatever he wanted and she would be completely vulnerable. Putting on this sarcastic front to match his own worked so she used it.
She focused her attention back to the Gung-Ho Guns that were sitting in front of her. She decided at once that she would stay clear away from the first one that she saw. He was tall as well. He looked frail but she felt a power radiating from him made her tremble. As she exxamined him further she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"I knew that you were afraid."
"Am I really so interesting to you that you follow me everywhere and touch my shoulder all the time?"
He let go. She turned to face him. Their eyes locked. Knives was fuming yet there was something different about it. It looked like he was enjoying this. He always enjoyed fighting her. She knew that but this was still different. It was almost as if he did this in particular to her.
`Hell! For all I know he does it to me only!`
"Why do you delight in torturing me? Have I, a human, matched the almighty Knives?"
"No spider ever can match me."
"But I am not a spider, remember....Butterfly?"
She laughed when he growled. Only when he hit her did she gasp out in pian and surprise. Facing him she caught the wild look in his eyes. She had never witnessed this kind of hate from him. Not like this. Her shoulder hurt badly. It was not broken but he easily could have.
This time the tears could not be stopped.
"Finally I made you cry. Do not ever call me that name again or I will break your arm next time and nothing you can do will repair it."
As they stared at each other each with their own expressions on their faces Knives` face changed. She could not be sure but he actually looked a bit pale.
`Maybe he`s sick.`
He had his hand extended as if to hit her again but he did not. Instead he recoiled his arm. She stepped back a little without taking her eyes off of him.
"...Remember that." he whispered as he left her alone once more. She could not help but notice that he was acting funny. This was only after he hit her. She did not think that he had it in him. He probably did not either.
`So he would do it. I`ll have to be more careful.`
Deciding not to dwell on the matter she continued her observations of the Gung-Ho Gun demons. Behind her icy blue eyes watched.
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`That bitch! Who does she think that she is?!`
"Something bothering you?"
Talon Dawson stepped out of the shadows of the small room. His eyes focused on the plant`s. His mouth was indifferent. Knives chuckled.
"Nothing is bothering me. Nothing ever bothers me."
"She is bothering you. That little human makes you cringe yet you insist on being around her so much. Are you really planning to lure Vash to you then kill her while he watches and get what you desire?"
"It is not a plan that cannot work."
"True....but can you go through with it?"
"Of course I can! I am superior to her....to you!"
"I know that. I am only pondering the possiblities that you would find it somewhere inside you that you care about her."
Knives glared. Talon stood completely still. The plant was shaking with rage.
"I don`t have feelings for that filthy spider!"
"I did not say that. I said that you care for her. You can care and not be in love."
Knives ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"I hate her! I loathe her! She contradicts me at every step!"
"You enjoy that. I know it. You look more delighted when this occurs over making plans on destroying the human race."
Knives listened on despite his building anger. He managed to nod his head a lot without lashing out at the demon. Talon`s crimson eyes sat still steadily surveying the plant. Finally it was Knives who ended the stare.
"Say what you want but it is not true."
"So be it."
Knives left the room. Talon laughed.
***Alright....I seriously have writer`s block for this chapter so I`m ending this one here. Chapter 4 will be when I`m done updating my fic for Hellsing and when I don`t have a lot of crap to do for school. Yes. I realize that this chapter was entitled The Gung-Ho Guns but recently someone sent me an ugly statement in their "review". They verbally abused me for what I wrote before about getting reviews. I was highly offended and it broke my concentration. The next chapter will have more of the Gung-Ho Guns.
I`m sorry if I came off as rude. I never intended that. I heard from everyone else except from that girl that it did not. I don`t know what to think. Thank you to the people who have supported me during that time and I`m deeply sorry for halting the completion of this chapter. I`ll go now. Chapter 4 soon hopefully. :)