Thanks for reviewing! And to that girl who said I shouldn't put spoilers in
the summary: I told it had spoilers, and well.. do you know any other way
to tell a summary of this story? Anyway, I'm sorry if I you really didn't
know Legato died in the anime, but well.. I warned you.. anyway: third
chapter, it's about Meryl, and her memories which will be sort of important
later on, not really, but anyway.. hope you like it, and please: keep
reviewing /^.\\
3- Dream
Meryl drank some of her tea, while she was looking at the man before her, at his deadly pale face, his closed eyes, his dirty blue hair and bandages all over his body.. she sighed, she didn't like sitting with Legato, she'd rather sit with Vash, but she made a promise to the gunman she cared about so much that she would care for Legato while Vash couldn't.. Why does he want to do so much for Legato? She thought. I mean, he's still a killer.. she didn't understand.
Legato had been asleep for a few days now, Vash had finally woke up(since he was pretty injured too, at especially very tired) and he was eating with Milly now while she stayed with this psychopath.. Meryl wondered if he would ever wake up.. sometimes, he shivered or moved a little, but after that he immediately fell in a sort of coma again.. they had been giving him soup and water, all kind of things he could eat without chewing, so he wouldn't starve or something, but still.. the doctor said he had a broken rib, which only could heal by resting a lot.. Vash said that he would recover soon, or at least sooner than ordinary humans, because of his powers and his left arm, but still.. she sighed, as she thought of the day the doctor came..
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'This way doc..' Meryl said softly. The doctor followed her, and looked at the blue haired man lying in the bed.
You could see he was in much pain, by his expression, but he was also extremely tensed and was shivering. His clothes(a black shirt and grey pants) were dirty and bloodied, so was his hair. 'Right..' the doctor murmured and sat next to Legato, laying his hand on the psycho's forehead, and noticing he had very serious fever, then moved his hands a littler bit on the unconscious' man's body, seeing how he reacted, and noticing his stomach seemed to hurt the most. 'What happened?' the doctor asked Meryl who was standing with Milly, who was staring-way too sad if you asked Meryl-at Legato.
'He..' what should she say? 'He was almost murdered, but we found him and took him with us.' She said. Well, that was kind of true, right? The doctor nodded, and then took of Legato's shirt.
Meryl had never seen anything like this in her entire life, not even when she saw Vash' body for the first time. Legato's chest was covered with scars, some of them still bleeding and infected, his pale skin was torn apart on some places, then healed again, other parts of his chest had third degree burns, and the skin was obvious very sensitive: when you touched it only with your fingertips, Legato shivered and if he could, he would most certainly have cried. By his neck was an enormous scar, like someone had tried to slide through it with a knife.. his left arm had so many scars you could barely see his skin, and it had some prints of teeth in it, like someone liked to bite it.. where his stomach was, was a large scar that was bleeding a lot, the blood even was on the blanket now.
She heard Milly cry, and took the girl in her arms. 'sssh.. I know it looks scary, just don't look at it.. why don't you go to Vash, you can come when the doctor is finished.' Meryl whispered, speaking to her friend like she was a little child. 'No.' Milly said. 'I want to stay with Legato.' Meryl didn't understand why, and she knew Milly couldn't see blood.. 'Why? He's not going to wake up and he doesn't know you're here so there is no point in torturing yourself like this.' Milly didn't reply, just let Meryl go and walked to the bed where the doctor was cleaning Legato's wounds with some water.
Milly sat next to the doctor and let her hand run through Legato's blue hair, trying to calm the shivering man a bit. 'Is he going to be alright?' She asked the doctor softly, who sighed. 'I don't know, this is pretty serious. All I can do is cure his wounds and then it's up to him to decide if he survives..'
That was something what made Meryl feel strange, afraid.. Legato didn't want to be alive.. and if he died, Vash would really be sad about that.. she looked at the pale man and then couldn't handle it anymore, she couldn't see someone be in so much pain, all the blood.. she walked away and closed the door, walking away from him, from that.. that.. monster. Inside, she felt somehow sorry for him..
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Meryl touched Legato's bandages, as she wondered why there was a scar on the place the rib was broken.. it didn't make any sense, but that was just Legato.. maybe he hoped the pain would go away through the wound.. she suddenly felt very tired, she didn't sleep much lately, all she did was worrying about Vash.. She carefully laid Legato's head a little bit more to the right, then laid her head on his pillow too. 'I'm sure Legato doesn't mind sharing it with me..' she said, and then closed her eyes.. just a few minutes.. won't hurt.. she kept saying excuses to herself, when she eventually fell asleep.. and in her dreams, returned to old memories..
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'Mom, dad, wait for me!'
A little girl, probably 6 or 7 years old, ran after her parents, who waited for her. They laughed as they looked at their daughter: at her black hair, blue eyes and happy face. Yes, Meryl Stryfe sure was a nice girl.. 'Look Meryl, all of your friends are standing there!' Her dad said. Meryl looked at all of the kids who were standing on the town square. What was so interesting, they were saying things, and seemed to stare at one point.. Curious as a young girl was, Meryl ran to the kids, and forced her way through so she could see at what they were looking.
There, on the ground, was lying a little child, probably just as old as Meryl, it was crying, shaking, and had blood everywhere on it's body, It's clothes were ragged, and it had a little blanket, but still seemed to be very cold, which was not strange because it was Gunsmoke's hardest winter ever: for the first time ever a white Christmas! But for some reason, Meryl couldn't possibly be happy because of that.. she was angry. At her friends. How could they do this to a kid like that, a little homeless kid.. she felt her heart break when she saw her best friend, Mike, kick the boy, and laugh. And when she heard the screams and sobs of the little child, the laughing of her friends, she couldn't take it anymore.
'Stop it!'
Meryl ran to the boy and stopped Mike from hitting the poor child 'Stop it!' she screamed. 'This boy didn't do anything wrong, why are you so mean to him?' Mike laughed. 'Why? Because, my dear Meryl, we don't want people like him in our town! He's poor! He gives our town a bad image! People like that child don't deserve to live.'
Meryl looked at her friend with disbelieve in her eyes. How.. how could he talk like that? All of her friends were very rich, and yes they were pretty arrogant, but she wasn't rich either, and they liked her! 'Mike, get out of here or you're not my friend anymore, got it? And that goes for all of you!' That worked. The kids walked away, some still shouting awful things at the poor boy, and Meryl sat next to him.
'sssh.. you're safe now, they are gone' she said to calm the boy a little. She looked up at her mom and dad, and smiled. 'He can stay with us, right? Her mom kneeled next to her, and touched the kids face, who immediately began to cry. 'Sure..' her mom whispered. 'We will care for him.'
Her dad took the boy in his arms, and carried him to their house, where he laid him in Meryl's bed. Her mom got him some of Meryl's clothes, which were way too large for the little, thin boy, but as long as he had some clothes..
He slept the most of the day, while Meryl and her mom were making dinner, a very nice dinner for Christmas evening. Once in a while, Meryl's mom went looking for the boy, to see if he woke up. That evening, when Meryl and her mom and dad were eating, they suddenly heard some noise.. 'Darling?' her mom said 'What is that?' Her dad rose from his chair, and looked around. He grabbed a knife that he was eating with, to be prepared for burglars or something.. Then, they saw someone stand on the stairs.
A pale kid was standing there, looking afraid with his yellow eyes. Meryl walked to him and smiled, but the boy was still afraid, trying to escape. She reached for his hand and said 'don't be afraid..' He still looked very scared at her, like she was going to hit him with that hand. 'Please..' he whispered 'Don't..' he fell on his knees, almost falling of the stairs, but Meryl caught him in her arms. 'Hey kid, we're not going to hurt you, we want to care for you!' He looked at her, shocked and surprised about the fact that she wasn't going to hit him. 'C..care?' he whispered with a weak voice. She nodded 'yes, care for you!' then she began hugging the kid., who closed his eyes and began to cry. 'Don't cry!' Meryl said. 'Why are you crying? Are you sad?' Her little girls logic didn't understand someone cried when everything was going to be alright. 'Meryl..' her mom said, and took the crying boy in her arms. 'Why is he crying, mom?' Meryl asked. 'I mean, he should be happy!' After that, the boy began to cry even louder, his whole little body shaking with the impact. 'Meryl.. sometimes, people cry because of confusion, or because of things that happened before. I bet this little boy is going through a lot, right?' she said, hugging the little child. After a while, the boy calmed down a little bit, and looked around with his, still afraid and teary, yellow eyes. He looked at her mom, and she smiled. 'Do you want to eat something? I bet you're hungry!' He nodded, as her mom helped him walking to the table.
After the meal, Meryl and her mom brought the kid to bed. When her mom went downstairs, Meryl stayed with the boy, sitting at his bed. He was looking at her, confused, but yet interested, as he was reading her thoughts. After a while, he smiled. 'Thank you..' he whispered. She smiled. 'why are you not with your parents?' He looked sad when he said that he didn't have any parents anymore. 'Why not?' Meryl said surprised. 'They are dead.. and my sister is dead too.. everyone is dead.. there's no one left for me.. I don't even have a home, so I just walk from town to town..' the boy weakly replied , looking down. Meryl felt sorry for him, how could anyone just let a child like that alone, without even caring for him? 'I..' he whispered 'I don't even know what I'm looking for.. maybe a family like yours, but no one wants me, they are just happy when I'm gone.. or maybe I'm looking for death.. for my release, so I can finally sleep well.. without waking up..' Meryl took the boy in her arms, and hugged him. 'Don't talk like that.' She said. 'I will care for you, and it's Christmas, that's a party! Tomorrow, we are going to celebrate, with lots of gifts, and I'll show you hoe beautiful life can be!' the boy smiled, and then fell asleep..
Meryl kept her promise. The next few days were days full of joy for the little kid, her parents bought presents for him, although she thought it was Santa, and they played outside, eat.. she really began to like the little boy.. he said everything was so nice, and she was so nice, that it was just like a dream.. and since the little kid didn't remember his name, she called him 'Dream'. Meryl's parents began to love Dream as much as she did, and they cared for him. But the evening after Christmas..
The little boy felt strange.. he heard voices in his head, that told him to come to a town named Demethri.. but he wouldn't obey.. he wanted to stay with Meryl, he loved her so much! That night, he woke up after having a nightmare, and walked downstairs, searching for his 'mother'.. then, he heard voices again, not that strange man, but Meryl's mother and father..
'Really darling, I love that boy, but we can't afford to care for him any longer.' 'No, I will not just send him out of the house, just to let him die! Don't you see how happy that kid is?' 'I don't want this either but..'
He felt how everything was turning dark.. they.. they didn't want him anymore! No.. ~Come..~ the boy heard a voice in his head. ~Come to me..~ Yes.. why not.. they didn't care for him..
The next day, they found a letter in Meryl's bed where Dream thanked them for everything.. but no reason. No reason why he left. Never..
'hm..' Meryl whispered, half sleeping.
'Why.. why did you.. ran away..'
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She opened her eyes in shock, why.. where.. She looked around her self, en then saw something gold.
A scared, golden eye full of pain was looking at her.
'Dream?'
...Don't you just hate cliffhangers? XD Anyway, again: thanks for the reviews and well.. see you soon! /^.\\
3- Dream
Meryl drank some of her tea, while she was looking at the man before her, at his deadly pale face, his closed eyes, his dirty blue hair and bandages all over his body.. she sighed, she didn't like sitting with Legato, she'd rather sit with Vash, but she made a promise to the gunman she cared about so much that she would care for Legato while Vash couldn't.. Why does he want to do so much for Legato? She thought. I mean, he's still a killer.. she didn't understand.
Legato had been asleep for a few days now, Vash had finally woke up(since he was pretty injured too, at especially very tired) and he was eating with Milly now while she stayed with this psychopath.. Meryl wondered if he would ever wake up.. sometimes, he shivered or moved a little, but after that he immediately fell in a sort of coma again.. they had been giving him soup and water, all kind of things he could eat without chewing, so he wouldn't starve or something, but still.. the doctor said he had a broken rib, which only could heal by resting a lot.. Vash said that he would recover soon, or at least sooner than ordinary humans, because of his powers and his left arm, but still.. she sighed, as she thought of the day the doctor came..
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'This way doc..' Meryl said softly. The doctor followed her, and looked at the blue haired man lying in the bed.
You could see he was in much pain, by his expression, but he was also extremely tensed and was shivering. His clothes(a black shirt and grey pants) were dirty and bloodied, so was his hair. 'Right..' the doctor murmured and sat next to Legato, laying his hand on the psycho's forehead, and noticing he had very serious fever, then moved his hands a littler bit on the unconscious' man's body, seeing how he reacted, and noticing his stomach seemed to hurt the most. 'What happened?' the doctor asked Meryl who was standing with Milly, who was staring-way too sad if you asked Meryl-at Legato.
'He..' what should she say? 'He was almost murdered, but we found him and took him with us.' She said. Well, that was kind of true, right? The doctor nodded, and then took of Legato's shirt.
Meryl had never seen anything like this in her entire life, not even when she saw Vash' body for the first time. Legato's chest was covered with scars, some of them still bleeding and infected, his pale skin was torn apart on some places, then healed again, other parts of his chest had third degree burns, and the skin was obvious very sensitive: when you touched it only with your fingertips, Legato shivered and if he could, he would most certainly have cried. By his neck was an enormous scar, like someone had tried to slide through it with a knife.. his left arm had so many scars you could barely see his skin, and it had some prints of teeth in it, like someone liked to bite it.. where his stomach was, was a large scar that was bleeding a lot, the blood even was on the blanket now.
She heard Milly cry, and took the girl in her arms. 'sssh.. I know it looks scary, just don't look at it.. why don't you go to Vash, you can come when the doctor is finished.' Meryl whispered, speaking to her friend like she was a little child. 'No.' Milly said. 'I want to stay with Legato.' Meryl didn't understand why, and she knew Milly couldn't see blood.. 'Why? He's not going to wake up and he doesn't know you're here so there is no point in torturing yourself like this.' Milly didn't reply, just let Meryl go and walked to the bed where the doctor was cleaning Legato's wounds with some water.
Milly sat next to the doctor and let her hand run through Legato's blue hair, trying to calm the shivering man a bit. 'Is he going to be alright?' She asked the doctor softly, who sighed. 'I don't know, this is pretty serious. All I can do is cure his wounds and then it's up to him to decide if he survives..'
That was something what made Meryl feel strange, afraid.. Legato didn't want to be alive.. and if he died, Vash would really be sad about that.. she looked at the pale man and then couldn't handle it anymore, she couldn't see someone be in so much pain, all the blood.. she walked away and closed the door, walking away from him, from that.. that.. monster. Inside, she felt somehow sorry for him..
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Meryl touched Legato's bandages, as she wondered why there was a scar on the place the rib was broken.. it didn't make any sense, but that was just Legato.. maybe he hoped the pain would go away through the wound.. she suddenly felt very tired, she didn't sleep much lately, all she did was worrying about Vash.. She carefully laid Legato's head a little bit more to the right, then laid her head on his pillow too. 'I'm sure Legato doesn't mind sharing it with me..' she said, and then closed her eyes.. just a few minutes.. won't hurt.. she kept saying excuses to herself, when she eventually fell asleep.. and in her dreams, returned to old memories..
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'Mom, dad, wait for me!'
A little girl, probably 6 or 7 years old, ran after her parents, who waited for her. They laughed as they looked at their daughter: at her black hair, blue eyes and happy face. Yes, Meryl Stryfe sure was a nice girl.. 'Look Meryl, all of your friends are standing there!' Her dad said. Meryl looked at all of the kids who were standing on the town square. What was so interesting, they were saying things, and seemed to stare at one point.. Curious as a young girl was, Meryl ran to the kids, and forced her way through so she could see at what they were looking.
There, on the ground, was lying a little child, probably just as old as Meryl, it was crying, shaking, and had blood everywhere on it's body, It's clothes were ragged, and it had a little blanket, but still seemed to be very cold, which was not strange because it was Gunsmoke's hardest winter ever: for the first time ever a white Christmas! But for some reason, Meryl couldn't possibly be happy because of that.. she was angry. At her friends. How could they do this to a kid like that, a little homeless kid.. she felt her heart break when she saw her best friend, Mike, kick the boy, and laugh. And when she heard the screams and sobs of the little child, the laughing of her friends, she couldn't take it anymore.
'Stop it!'
Meryl ran to the boy and stopped Mike from hitting the poor child 'Stop it!' she screamed. 'This boy didn't do anything wrong, why are you so mean to him?' Mike laughed. 'Why? Because, my dear Meryl, we don't want people like him in our town! He's poor! He gives our town a bad image! People like that child don't deserve to live.'
Meryl looked at her friend with disbelieve in her eyes. How.. how could he talk like that? All of her friends were very rich, and yes they were pretty arrogant, but she wasn't rich either, and they liked her! 'Mike, get out of here or you're not my friend anymore, got it? And that goes for all of you!' That worked. The kids walked away, some still shouting awful things at the poor boy, and Meryl sat next to him.
'sssh.. you're safe now, they are gone' she said to calm the boy a little. She looked up at her mom and dad, and smiled. 'He can stay with us, right? Her mom kneeled next to her, and touched the kids face, who immediately began to cry. 'Sure..' her mom whispered. 'We will care for him.'
Her dad took the boy in his arms, and carried him to their house, where he laid him in Meryl's bed. Her mom got him some of Meryl's clothes, which were way too large for the little, thin boy, but as long as he had some clothes..
He slept the most of the day, while Meryl and her mom were making dinner, a very nice dinner for Christmas evening. Once in a while, Meryl's mom went looking for the boy, to see if he woke up. That evening, when Meryl and her mom and dad were eating, they suddenly heard some noise.. 'Darling?' her mom said 'What is that?' Her dad rose from his chair, and looked around. He grabbed a knife that he was eating with, to be prepared for burglars or something.. Then, they saw someone stand on the stairs.
A pale kid was standing there, looking afraid with his yellow eyes. Meryl walked to him and smiled, but the boy was still afraid, trying to escape. She reached for his hand and said 'don't be afraid..' He still looked very scared at her, like she was going to hit him with that hand. 'Please..' he whispered 'Don't..' he fell on his knees, almost falling of the stairs, but Meryl caught him in her arms. 'Hey kid, we're not going to hurt you, we want to care for you!' He looked at her, shocked and surprised about the fact that she wasn't going to hit him. 'C..care?' he whispered with a weak voice. She nodded 'yes, care for you!' then she began hugging the kid., who closed his eyes and began to cry. 'Don't cry!' Meryl said. 'Why are you crying? Are you sad?' Her little girls logic didn't understand someone cried when everything was going to be alright. 'Meryl..' her mom said, and took the crying boy in her arms. 'Why is he crying, mom?' Meryl asked. 'I mean, he should be happy!' After that, the boy began to cry even louder, his whole little body shaking with the impact. 'Meryl.. sometimes, people cry because of confusion, or because of things that happened before. I bet this little boy is going through a lot, right?' she said, hugging the little child. After a while, the boy calmed down a little bit, and looked around with his, still afraid and teary, yellow eyes. He looked at her mom, and she smiled. 'Do you want to eat something? I bet you're hungry!' He nodded, as her mom helped him walking to the table.
After the meal, Meryl and her mom brought the kid to bed. When her mom went downstairs, Meryl stayed with the boy, sitting at his bed. He was looking at her, confused, but yet interested, as he was reading her thoughts. After a while, he smiled. 'Thank you..' he whispered. She smiled. 'why are you not with your parents?' He looked sad when he said that he didn't have any parents anymore. 'Why not?' Meryl said surprised. 'They are dead.. and my sister is dead too.. everyone is dead.. there's no one left for me.. I don't even have a home, so I just walk from town to town..' the boy weakly replied , looking down. Meryl felt sorry for him, how could anyone just let a child like that alone, without even caring for him? 'I..' he whispered 'I don't even know what I'm looking for.. maybe a family like yours, but no one wants me, they are just happy when I'm gone.. or maybe I'm looking for death.. for my release, so I can finally sleep well.. without waking up..' Meryl took the boy in her arms, and hugged him. 'Don't talk like that.' She said. 'I will care for you, and it's Christmas, that's a party! Tomorrow, we are going to celebrate, with lots of gifts, and I'll show you hoe beautiful life can be!' the boy smiled, and then fell asleep..
Meryl kept her promise. The next few days were days full of joy for the little kid, her parents bought presents for him, although she thought it was Santa, and they played outside, eat.. she really began to like the little boy.. he said everything was so nice, and she was so nice, that it was just like a dream.. and since the little kid didn't remember his name, she called him 'Dream'. Meryl's parents began to love Dream as much as she did, and they cared for him. But the evening after Christmas..
The little boy felt strange.. he heard voices in his head, that told him to come to a town named Demethri.. but he wouldn't obey.. he wanted to stay with Meryl, he loved her so much! That night, he woke up after having a nightmare, and walked downstairs, searching for his 'mother'.. then, he heard voices again, not that strange man, but Meryl's mother and father..
'Really darling, I love that boy, but we can't afford to care for him any longer.' 'No, I will not just send him out of the house, just to let him die! Don't you see how happy that kid is?' 'I don't want this either but..'
He felt how everything was turning dark.. they.. they didn't want him anymore! No.. ~Come..~ the boy heard a voice in his head. ~Come to me..~ Yes.. why not.. they didn't care for him..
The next day, they found a letter in Meryl's bed where Dream thanked them for everything.. but no reason. No reason why he left. Never..
'hm..' Meryl whispered, half sleeping.
'Why.. why did you.. ran away..'
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She opened her eyes in shock, why.. where.. She looked around her self, en then saw something gold.
A scared, golden eye full of pain was looking at her.
'Dream?'
...Don't you just hate cliffhangers? XD Anyway, again: thanks for the reviews and well.. see you soon! /^.\\