Past Present and Prizes
Hey peoples, this is my first go at a Trigun fic. I watched the series, and it just left way too much open for my little obsessive compulsive self. So I'm going to try to continue it, starting a year or so after the series ends. There's going to be a lot of theories about plant life in this one, and I'm just gonna do the best I can in referencing to it all. I've got several idears up my sleeve, and we'll just see how they play out, eh? Hope ya'll like it!
A blonde man with blue eyes that looking to be in his twenties lay staring blankly at the ceiling. He was in a small house about seventy iles from Kasted City; close enough to visit and get supplies once or twice a month, far enough away that the townspeople didn't feel too threatened.
He was dressed completely in white; white long-sleeved shirt, white pants, white shoes. A long, white overcoat that was open in the front, with a single line of six white buttons to close it, lay on the room's single chair. It was all in sharp contrast to the dark wood of the room where he sat. He rested in a white hammock hung to one side of the room. As he stared, he didn't think of nothing. As a matter of fact, he was considering something that could very well change the way he had spent the last two years. Life had become increasingly dull for his taste some time ago, and he was more than ready to spice things up a little. He wasn't learning anything just sitting here, day by day.
Two people are talking in the next room, though he isn't really listening. He knows who they are, and at the moment he could care less about their conversation. They did not directly affect the decision he was trying to make, and the plan developing in his mind. And he wanted to keep it that way. He was tired of being watched and babysat at every turn, no matter what he did. He had put up with this far longer than was worth his time. He was better off alone, trying to figure things out for himself.
He chuckled a little. Now all I have to figure out is just what I'd be doing anyway. He thought for a moment. Anything, he finally decided. Anything other than staying here like this.
Hearing one of the voices in the next room rise to a surprised squawk, he rolled his eyes. Some things wouldn't change no matter how much time passed, he knew that. Curious as to what might have happened this time, and well understanding the entertainment value of what must be going on in the next room, he rolled out of his hammock, landing on his feet, and walked to lean against the doorjamb.
He shook his head slightly in amusement and slightly in annoyance as he watched his twin race around the room, his hands to his head, with an idiotic look on his face. Tears streamed down his face and he continued to make his usual strange noises as he ran. His bright red coat was as defined in the dark room as the first man's own sharp white. Knives winced slightly and twisted his index finger in his ear in an attempt to rid himself of the pain from the sheer volume of Vash's shrieks, which he had yet to identify what emotion they belonged to this time.
Standing there with a bemused look, he watched as his brother ran around the room bawling something in French, sunk to the floor with his face in his hands yelling, "How?!", banged his head against the table, stood up and skipped around the room in joy, announcing something unintelligible over all the noise he was making, then started to panic again and accidentally slammed into a wall and sank to the floor. Then he bounced back up and began pacing, before returning to his headlong charge around the room, yelling something in French, thus starting the whole scene over again.
Meryl had stood there in the middle of the room this whole time, growing stiffer and stiffer as Vash's rant of sorts went on. It wasn't long after he began his second cycle that she slapped him hard upside the head and dropped him to the floor, a bright read mark in the shape of a hand on his face. Knives tried not to chuckle as Meryl reached down and grabbed her husband by the wide collar of his coat, bending down on her knees so she could yell into his face.
One more folly of human life, he thought to himself, not for the first time. Marriage. Two imperfect beings joining together in order to reproduce, then choosing to stay together for the rest of their lives. As if that would make things better. He looked over at his brother, being yelled at full in the face, and shook his head slightly. You'll never catch me in a trap like that. He examined his nails. I doubt those two could reproduce anyway. They're different species. Why should they even bother? What's the point? Meryl won't advance her species any more, and Vash is just tainting himself by spending years with her before her pathetic flicker of life fades into darkness and Vash and I are left as we are. It's stupid and meaningless. And yet nearly every human does it, and therefore my brother wants it. He sighed disgustedly. He's as nonsensical as them sometimes.
"Would you cut it out already?!" yelled Meryl. "You're acting ridiculous!"
"I was surprised!" screeched Vash in defense. "I didn't think it could happen!"
"Well it did, bristle-head, so get over it!" She dropped her hold on him and stormed out of the room.
"So cold…" muttered Vash pitifully, watching after her. Then he sighed and jumped to his feet, brushing himself off. Then he caught sight of Knives standing in the doorway and smiled brightly. "Did you hear the news?" he asked brightly.
"I'm afraid I missed that part," admitted Knives dryly.
Vash grinned guiltily, then all too cheerily again. His eyes went all bright and glossy, and Knives could practically see the stars in them. "I'm gonna be a daddy!" he exclaimed. Then he put on his most serious face. "Now, if you'll excuse me…" And he solemnly marched off in the direction Meryl had gone in.
Knives watched him as he walked off, then shook his head and turned back into his room to gather his things. This was just all the more reason to leave. Some miniature Vash hybrid running loose? He shuddered at the thought. So he wrote a quick note giving enough explanation of why he was leaving that Vash would not come and hunt him down and drag him back here like he had a few times after that battle over a year ago, and made sure he had all of his personal belongings before walking out the door, headed for Kasted City.
He was out of there.
Well, what did you guys think? Good? Bad? Somewhere in the middle? I'm not focusing on Vash too much at first, but I'm not sticking totally to Knives either. I plan to skip around from character to character. Oh, and who likes Knives viewpoint on things? Does it seem like he might think if he'd just spent a year with Vash trying to convert him and him maybe trying it out for just a little while, to see if his brother might possibly be right? 'Cause that's what I was going for. Oh well. Please, please review, I'd really appreciate it, I just sat and typed this up straight in about an hour, but it's way past time that I should be in bed. School tomorrow… *sigh* just peachy… Cait and I really need to get that chant together… Lol, you know you're weird when you and your friend are plotting to learn how to say the genocide song Vash sings when he's trying to freak those peoples out in a chant that he can mutter and get louder with just to freak out people we don't like… But hey, what else are we supposed to do? Besides, the looks on people's faces are reward enough for me!
Lol, but seriously, tell me what you think.