Warning! This chapter may contain spoilers... (Episode 23+) So... read on
if you don't mind spoilers...
Thank you!!! I actually got a couple of reviewers!!!
Brandy... I'll update as regularly as I can... Which is faster when I get reviews... Thank you!!
Silverdrake... I don't plan on it... He would make a decent daddy though, don't you think? I don't think he'd make that good a girl... but Knives... maybe...
Eria... You guessed it! You won't find out who the chibi is until later this chapter, though... The little sucker bit him though...! Okay... I'll give you a clue... broccoli.
This fic is actually related to my fic, "A Blast From The Past" (- Shameless Plug TM)
Disclaimer: I don't own it... if I did, I would have continued the series... And *spoiler* I wouldn't have killed off my favorite character! *end spoiler*
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC... all that kind of stuff... minor bad language... yadda yadda...
{This} means somebody is thinking. (This) is me interrupting. ~This~ is writing. And 'This' is a computer talking. Scene changes will be *This*. Okay? ****
A forgotten paradise. That was where he found his cross. He really hadn't expected to see it again, despite how attached to it he was. That small forgotten paradise was in a state of destruction that only two men that he knew of could cause... Vash the Stampede and his brother, Knives.
That was two years ago. Presently, he was out in the middle of the desert with no water. His bike had broken down again. Dying of thirst, he decided, was definitely not a fun way to go.
He continued to push his bike. He absolutely refused to leave it behind... The last time he had done that, it had taken years to find it again, literally. Damn... He took his jacket off. It wasn't often that he took the damn thing off, but right now, he was too hot to give a damn. If things kept on the way they were, he would probably take his shirt off soon, too.
"Damn... I could use some water," he muttered. "Too fucking hot... I really need a smoke..."
He searched his shirt for a cigarette... and couldn't find one. "What the...? Don't tell me that I already smoked the last one!"
Damn, but this sucked. He huffed softly... it was way too hot. He paused for a moment... He could have sworn that he could smell smoke! Smoke means fire, and fire usually means people! And people, of course, means... water! Or liquor, he didn't really care which.
He looked for the source... it had to be somewhere around here, right? There! The smoke was curling up past the rocks of a nearby ravine... It wasn't easy to see, but it was definitely there.
He turned toward the ravine. The cliffs just shot up from the desert floor as high as skyscrapers... It was beautiful, not that he felt like appreciating the beauty. He hadn't felt the same ever since his "death"...
He pushed the bike. For a moment, he paused to wonder why someone would have a fire going at this time of day. "Probably making food..." his stomach growled. "Water first, then food," he patted his belly sympathetically. Too hot...
He never made it to the ravine. For all he knew, it could have been a mirage. He never got the chance to find out.
*
Eriks had never realized what a pain in the ass a kid could be. Especially this one. He seemed intelligent enough. He told them his name even. It was Brolli. The little bastard had a tendency to bite a lot though.
He sighed, remembering exactly why it was that he had never went to find the insurance girls after the... incident with his twin. The little one... She reminded him of Rem... yet... He didn't think that it would be a good thing to stay around her... It would result in eventual heartache for both of them.
He held out a donut to Brolli. The small boy snatched it up and swallowed it whole. Eriks smiled. This boy had more of an appetite than him and Wolfwood put together. The smile slipped away. He still missed the man.
"Eriks-san?"
The most disturbing thing about Brolli was that he spoke so politely, even as his actions were completely... well, not so polite. Eriks nodded at him.
"Why... do you... seem so sad one moment, happy the next and then sad again? It's confusing."
"Memories..." he smiled again, "some happy... some sad... I was thinking about some of the happier ones and then... I remembered..."
"Remembered what?"
"That it won't ever happen again..."
**** Awwwwwwwwe... a very sad thought. Sorry it's so short... and after such a long time.
And if any of you die-hard Trigun fans can't figure out who the guy from the first part is, you need to get bonked!
I hope that answered your question Eria!
Thank you!!! I actually got a couple of reviewers!!!
Brandy... I'll update as regularly as I can... Which is faster when I get reviews... Thank you!!
Silverdrake... I don't plan on it... He would make a decent daddy though, don't you think? I don't think he'd make that good a girl... but Knives... maybe...
Eria... You guessed it! You won't find out who the chibi is until later this chapter, though... The little sucker bit him though...! Okay... I'll give you a clue... broccoli.
This fic is actually related to my fic, "A Blast From The Past" (- Shameless Plug TM)
Disclaimer: I don't own it... if I did, I would have continued the series... And *spoiler* I wouldn't have killed off my favorite character! *end spoiler*
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC... all that kind of stuff... minor bad language... yadda yadda...
{This} means somebody is thinking. (This) is me interrupting. ~This~ is writing. And 'This' is a computer talking. Scene changes will be *This*. Okay? ****
A forgotten paradise. That was where he found his cross. He really hadn't expected to see it again, despite how attached to it he was. That small forgotten paradise was in a state of destruction that only two men that he knew of could cause... Vash the Stampede and his brother, Knives.
That was two years ago. Presently, he was out in the middle of the desert with no water. His bike had broken down again. Dying of thirst, he decided, was definitely not a fun way to go.
He continued to push his bike. He absolutely refused to leave it behind... The last time he had done that, it had taken years to find it again, literally. Damn... He took his jacket off. It wasn't often that he took the damn thing off, but right now, he was too hot to give a damn. If things kept on the way they were, he would probably take his shirt off soon, too.
"Damn... I could use some water," he muttered. "Too fucking hot... I really need a smoke..."
He searched his shirt for a cigarette... and couldn't find one. "What the...? Don't tell me that I already smoked the last one!"
Damn, but this sucked. He huffed softly... it was way too hot. He paused for a moment... He could have sworn that he could smell smoke! Smoke means fire, and fire usually means people! And people, of course, means... water! Or liquor, he didn't really care which.
He looked for the source... it had to be somewhere around here, right? There! The smoke was curling up past the rocks of a nearby ravine... It wasn't easy to see, but it was definitely there.
He turned toward the ravine. The cliffs just shot up from the desert floor as high as skyscrapers... It was beautiful, not that he felt like appreciating the beauty. He hadn't felt the same ever since his "death"...
He pushed the bike. For a moment, he paused to wonder why someone would have a fire going at this time of day. "Probably making food..." his stomach growled. "Water first, then food," he patted his belly sympathetically. Too hot...
He never made it to the ravine. For all he knew, it could have been a mirage. He never got the chance to find out.
*
Eriks had never realized what a pain in the ass a kid could be. Especially this one. He seemed intelligent enough. He told them his name even. It was Brolli. The little bastard had a tendency to bite a lot though.
He sighed, remembering exactly why it was that he had never went to find the insurance girls after the... incident with his twin. The little one... She reminded him of Rem... yet... He didn't think that it would be a good thing to stay around her... It would result in eventual heartache for both of them.
He held out a donut to Brolli. The small boy snatched it up and swallowed it whole. Eriks smiled. This boy had more of an appetite than him and Wolfwood put together. The smile slipped away. He still missed the man.
"Eriks-san?"
The most disturbing thing about Brolli was that he spoke so politely, even as his actions were completely... well, not so polite. Eriks nodded at him.
"Why... do you... seem so sad one moment, happy the next and then sad again? It's confusing."
"Memories..." he smiled again, "some happy... some sad... I was thinking about some of the happier ones and then... I remembered..."
"Remembered what?"
"That it won't ever happen again..."
**** Awwwwwwwwe... a very sad thought. Sorry it's so short... and after such a long time.
And if any of you die-hard Trigun fans can't figure out who the guy from the first part is, you need to get bonked!
I hope that answered your question Eria!