Planet Gunsmoke : Two
By: Liz de Jong
Hey there, it's me again! My story continues, I'm glad you could make it!!
Vash*pulls at her sleeve* ...
Liz *ignores Vash* Just to let you know, I obviously don't own Trigun or anything. Have to share that!
Vash *tug tug* ...
Liz ... what... are you making that face for?
Vash ...... I want my ice cream...
Nya!
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Lively music, music that had a real soul to it, drifted around Vash as he stared up into the inky, starry sky, lost in the tiny pinpricks of light. Each little pinprick seemed to twinkle, some together, others erratically, until, to the observer, the whole sky seemed to faintly pulse with cold, distant life. After awhile, it almost seemed as if the stars pulsed in time with the music, the throbbing beat of a rare bass, causing them to glow with the reflection of the joy in the hearts of those rejoicing on earth below.
Vash smiled, though a little sadly, as her song came back to him, seemed to thrum with the rise and fall of her voice as she sung it to the skies above. As though she, and it, were a very part of those stars. Of this joy. Before he could stop himself, he was singing it quietly, still gazing up at the heavens.
'Is that where you are?' Vash wondered as he sang, thinking no other possible place for her to be. 'Are you watching me, from way up there?'
A little voice intertwined itself with Vash's, singing the song he thought only himself, his brother, and their "mother" knew. He looked down, utterly suprised and a bit affronted, not sure whether he should feel jealous or joyous. The little boy smiled at him.
"... Troy."
"Mr. Vash, I didn't know you knew that song!"
He noticed the boy looking a little suprised himself.
"I... thought I was the only one around who knew it, too."
Troy sat himself down next to the tall man, watching the crowd of people under this makeshift canopy dance to the music as they hadn't danced since the last caravan came in. Vash smiled again, this time truthfully; It never ceaced to amaze him how people could get so excited about the coming of the caravan. No matter how many times they had seen it come in, they always managed to find a new way or reason to celebrate. Even when it was away, they clung to the knowledge... the hope? that it would return.
Dancing into view now were a woman, cheeks flushed, smiling and laughing with a small child's freedom, dancing happily in the arms of her man. Her man, Troy's father, who had finally returned after so long an absence. Vash smiled, glad to see her so jubilant. No one should have to be alone...
"How did you know about that song?"
The little boy didn't answer at first, watching something in the crowd. His attention was rapt, fixed... he was watching his parents. Vash poked the little boy on the shoulder.
"Troy.... yoooo hoooo...."
"... I'm sorry, what?"
"..."
The two of them stared at each other a moment, blinking, before they both burst into smiles, which then split into laughter.
Accross the little pavillion and past it's border, in the deep shadows of yet another moonless night, a tall, cloaked figure observed all of this. Observed it with a gaze so keen, a stance so dangerously threatening, that the others had longe since ceaced any attempts to even near him, let alone engage him in a friendly question or two, possibly a dance for the more corageous lady.
He watched his target of observation dismiss the little boy, sending him off to his parents, who were calling to them. It seemed it was time for them to go home. Good. The stranger relaxed against the wall, seeming a little more comfortable, though just as foreign. Those who kept an eye on him for curiosity's sake relaxed. A little.
The man, his torn and sand-stained cloak rippling behind him, wandered finally into the group of people, heading straight for the tall, smiling blond.
"Vash."
The smiling blond, who's smile held until he looked to his observer's face, slowly stood, as though in a waking dream. He placed his hands at his sides, as if looking for something, then dropped them quickly, all the while his amazed and slightly frightened gaze never leaving the face of that other man.
"K... Knives?"
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Vash's mind raced, subconsciously planning the best way to get everyone out of here just incase something drastic would happen. What was his brother going to do? Why was he here? Was he after all these people... he had said he wanted to wipe out all the humans, did he decide to start right here, right now? Or was he here for revenge? After all, the last time they were together...
"It's me, Vash."
... he had shot him. Shot him and run. Vash tensed, both against the feared attack and the guilt that assailed him all over again, the guilt he thought he had buried in the everyday tasks he had taken on here.
"It's ok, Vash. I'm here to see you. To tell you it's ok."
"Knives..."
His voiced hitched. He always was a sucker for sentimentality, wearing his emotions on his sleeve more often than he cared to relate.
"Knives, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry that I... that I shot you..."
Vash's voice hitched again, an obvious attempt to cover up a stifled sob. Sensing the win, moving in for the kill, Knives opened his arms wide, smiling. His brother, utterly shocked, relieved, and a little confused, stepped forward, hugging his brother. It had been too long, far too long...
"I'm sorry, so sorry, I was scared, and I ran... And I should have stayed, and..."
Vash's heartfelt sobs continued on, as he blubbered his apology, his story, his everything. His brother, in seeming understanding, patted him on the back, consoled him.
'Maybe he's changed... Maybe... maybe he isn't like that anymore. Being alone can do that, it's very hard to be alone all the time.'
Vash reasoned with himself, hoping beyond hope that this was the answer.
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Vash *sitting on Liz, happily licking an ice-cream cone* Yay!
Liz... You know, you didn't have to trip me.
Vash *just attacks his ice cream*
Kuroneko *wanders up, sitting on Liz's head* Nya!
Liz....... *veins popping*.... *gives up, slumping to the floor* Come back next time, when... when chapter three is up.
Kuroneko Nya!
By: Liz de Jong
Hey there, it's me again! My story continues, I'm glad you could make it!!
Vash*pulls at her sleeve* ...
Liz *ignores Vash* Just to let you know, I obviously don't own Trigun or anything. Have to share that!
Vash *tug tug* ...
Liz ... what... are you making that face for?
Vash ...... I want my ice cream...
Nya!
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Lively music, music that had a real soul to it, drifted around Vash as he stared up into the inky, starry sky, lost in the tiny pinpricks of light. Each little pinprick seemed to twinkle, some together, others erratically, until, to the observer, the whole sky seemed to faintly pulse with cold, distant life. After awhile, it almost seemed as if the stars pulsed in time with the music, the throbbing beat of a rare bass, causing them to glow with the reflection of the joy in the hearts of those rejoicing on earth below.
Vash smiled, though a little sadly, as her song came back to him, seemed to thrum with the rise and fall of her voice as she sung it to the skies above. As though she, and it, were a very part of those stars. Of this joy. Before he could stop himself, he was singing it quietly, still gazing up at the heavens.
'Is that where you are?' Vash wondered as he sang, thinking no other possible place for her to be. 'Are you watching me, from way up there?'
A little voice intertwined itself with Vash's, singing the song he thought only himself, his brother, and their "mother" knew. He looked down, utterly suprised and a bit affronted, not sure whether he should feel jealous or joyous. The little boy smiled at him.
"... Troy."
"Mr. Vash, I didn't know you knew that song!"
He noticed the boy looking a little suprised himself.
"I... thought I was the only one around who knew it, too."
Troy sat himself down next to the tall man, watching the crowd of people under this makeshift canopy dance to the music as they hadn't danced since the last caravan came in. Vash smiled again, this time truthfully; It never ceaced to amaze him how people could get so excited about the coming of the caravan. No matter how many times they had seen it come in, they always managed to find a new way or reason to celebrate. Even when it was away, they clung to the knowledge... the hope? that it would return.
Dancing into view now were a woman, cheeks flushed, smiling and laughing with a small child's freedom, dancing happily in the arms of her man. Her man, Troy's father, who had finally returned after so long an absence. Vash smiled, glad to see her so jubilant. No one should have to be alone...
"How did you know about that song?"
The little boy didn't answer at first, watching something in the crowd. His attention was rapt, fixed... he was watching his parents. Vash poked the little boy on the shoulder.
"Troy.... yoooo hoooo...."
"... I'm sorry, what?"
"..."
The two of them stared at each other a moment, blinking, before they both burst into smiles, which then split into laughter.
Accross the little pavillion and past it's border, in the deep shadows of yet another moonless night, a tall, cloaked figure observed all of this. Observed it with a gaze so keen, a stance so dangerously threatening, that the others had longe since ceaced any attempts to even near him, let alone engage him in a friendly question or two, possibly a dance for the more corageous lady.
He watched his target of observation dismiss the little boy, sending him off to his parents, who were calling to them. It seemed it was time for them to go home. Good. The stranger relaxed against the wall, seeming a little more comfortable, though just as foreign. Those who kept an eye on him for curiosity's sake relaxed. A little.
The man, his torn and sand-stained cloak rippling behind him, wandered finally into the group of people, heading straight for the tall, smiling blond.
"Vash."
The smiling blond, who's smile held until he looked to his observer's face, slowly stood, as though in a waking dream. He placed his hands at his sides, as if looking for something, then dropped them quickly, all the while his amazed and slightly frightened gaze never leaving the face of that other man.
"K... Knives?"
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Vash's mind raced, subconsciously planning the best way to get everyone out of here just incase something drastic would happen. What was his brother going to do? Why was he here? Was he after all these people... he had said he wanted to wipe out all the humans, did he decide to start right here, right now? Or was he here for revenge? After all, the last time they were together...
"It's me, Vash."
... he had shot him. Shot him and run. Vash tensed, both against the feared attack and the guilt that assailed him all over again, the guilt he thought he had buried in the everyday tasks he had taken on here.
"It's ok, Vash. I'm here to see you. To tell you it's ok."
"Knives..."
His voiced hitched. He always was a sucker for sentimentality, wearing his emotions on his sleeve more often than he cared to relate.
"Knives, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry that I... that I shot you..."
Vash's voice hitched again, an obvious attempt to cover up a stifled sob. Sensing the win, moving in for the kill, Knives opened his arms wide, smiling. His brother, utterly shocked, relieved, and a little confused, stepped forward, hugging his brother. It had been too long, far too long...
"I'm sorry, so sorry, I was scared, and I ran... And I should have stayed, and..."
Vash's heartfelt sobs continued on, as he blubbered his apology, his story, his everything. His brother, in seeming understanding, patted him on the back, consoled him.
'Maybe he's changed... Maybe... maybe he isn't like that anymore. Being alone can do that, it's very hard to be alone all the time.'
Vash reasoned with himself, hoping beyond hope that this was the answer.
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Vash *sitting on Liz, happily licking an ice-cream cone* Yay!
Liz... You know, you didn't have to trip me.
Vash *just attacks his ice cream*
Kuroneko *wanders up, sitting on Liz's head* Nya!
Liz....... *veins popping*.... *gives up, slumping to the floor* Come back next time, when... when chapter three is up.
Kuroneko Nya!