Observation
Okay peoples, I'm so glad you guys liked this so far! I'm going to try to take this into the next phase, though I'm not quite sure how it'll work out in the end. I've got the basic outlines, but that's about it. Let's see how it pans out in the end, eh?
There's some new characters, though they don't show up in this chapter, but I'm keeping an eye on them and I'm sure that once they show up they're not going to be Mary Sues, or Gary Stus, or whatever they're called. They won't have any basis on my own personality. And even if they did, in reality I'm someone's self-induced, split personality issue, so technically I don't exist… or tell the truth for that matter… Heh heh, that's the joke, '~Rin Truthsayer~ "Who's telling the truth?"'
Either way, I hope you guys like this chapter too, and that you'll be kind enough to give me some feedback. This is the first time either of my sides has given Trigun a whirl in the fan fiction world, so I'm not so clear on how I'm managing.
Don't forget to review!
A figure all in white stood on the cliffs surrounding Warrens City. He had been traveling for a little over a week now, and had yet to actually go into an actual city since he had left. The last two villages he had gone through had been facing a food shortage, and he had been unable to gain more supplies. He was almost out now.
He held a hand up to block the sun from hitting his eyes. It looked anything but supplied poorly. This was a city though, after all, not some back draft town made up of all the hodgepodge people that couldn't get along with everyone else in a city. He frowned slightly as he began his walk down to where he could get to the same level as the town. That was another thing he needed to think about, the way they dispersed. Sighing deeply, he went over everything he wanted to go over.
Though a good deal of the reason he had left was to get out of that little house and the company of Vash and Meryl, he also had a few other reasons. He was testing Vash's little theory on humans, in his own way. He shook his head again. That wasn't right either. He tried to organize his thoughts so that what he wanted to accomplish would be clearer. He had a fairly good distance he had to cover, after all.
He knew he didn't really understand humans. He had never bothered before. What was the point, after all? The plan was simple enough: kill them off to make a decent place for him and Vash to live in. But Vash had been vehemently against the idea, right from the start. Knives had always figured that with time he could bring his immature twin around. After all, time wasn't an issue; they did not die so easily as humans.
But then Vash had gone off and continued to associate with humans, seemingly for no reason at all. Fine, Knives could accept that; it was good to have some diversity, to try everything once. Vash had always been more curious than him, and his seemingly undying obsession with humans had him hooked for a little while.
Knives had been more than fair; he had given his brother a hundred years in which to play before he had approached him again. He had thought it rather fitting at the time, to renew their relationship with the spilling of the blood of Vash's last link to Rem. Rem was the human his brother had been so attached to, after all. If she was completely gone, in every way, Vash would turn back to him. He had always needed someone to guide him along; why else would he have followed Knives like a lost puppy all those years after the Project Seeds ships had crashed?
Then Vash had surprised him again. Despite the time Knives had given him, the point he had made, he had still remained as idiotically sensitive and emotional as the day they landed on this forsaken dust ball of a planet. He had offered Vash his own true power, and then he had used it, to shoot, of all people, him!
After that he had thought that perhaps Vash needed a different kind of impetus. So he had put together the Gung Ho guns. They had all failed in the end, but he had expected as much, and he had to give Legato a hand for that stunning stunt he had pulled, forcing Vash to kill a man with his own hands! He had merely thought the man had been bragging when he had told Knives he would make Vash suffer forever, and it had been most shocking when he was as successful as he was.
Vash had gotten over his little fit of self-hatred, thank God, and had come to meet Knives. He had half expected his brother to come willing and ready to help realize Knives' dream of clearing out the trash who called themselves humans. But just the same, he hadn't been all the surprised when Vash had come as he did, ready for a fight. He knew from the start that it would be the most trying fight he had ever been in, for Vash was truly his only equal. But he had had no doubts that he would win. That is, until he lost.
He still wondered at that. He knew that he had had every intent of killing Vash in that fight, to end it once and for all. When it was clear that Vash had won, he had expected the same treatment. But then he had woken up in that house he had left a week ago, most of his battle wounds healed, with Vash and the two insurance girls that stayed near him weaning him back to full health.
Not long after, Milly had left for December. She wanted to be the one to tell the people there of Wolfwood's death. But then she hadn't come back. Instead, they had received a letter saying that she was now working at Wolfwood's old orphanage full-time, and that she was having a great time. Meryl and Vash had kept in touch with her, but Knives had never bothered to learn more than the reason why she wasn't there. What was the point, after all? She had nothing to do with him.
Ever since he had woken, Vash had been trying to convince him where he had gone wrong, and so forth. At first he had just blocked him out and dreamed of escaping that place. But every time he tried, Vash had come after him and every time he had managed to beat him in their fights and drag him back to that house. Then he would set Knives down, and when he awoke from his latest knockout, Vash would start the whole explanation of his beliefs over again. It was infuriating. Vash just never let it go.
And so in the end, he had decided to attempt to make things more interesting by actually listening, and, to his horror, seen that perhaps Vash had a point. It wasn't a strong one, but it did exist. If one looked at it at the right angle anyway. Or so he thought. He had yet to reach it. So here he was, out on a mission of… What should he call it?
Observation. He was out here to watch these people in their everyday lives and affairs. It had to make a sense of sorts, didn't it? Even spiders had a way of life that was understandable. If he could observe them long enough, he could come to an understanding of them. Then perhaps what Vash said would make some sense. One needed to asses the entire situation before coming to a complete conclusion, after all.
He was walking into the city now, smiling distantly to himself as he walked. He did have time, after all. Vash had gotten to play for a while; should not he also be allowed to do so? And besides, if this whole trying to understand humans thing didn't work in the end, he still had a plan.
He could always just kill them all in the end.
Heya peoples! What do ya think? It's pretty much history and what I think Knives' view on the events in Trigun, but I have some of the new stuff thrown in too. I find it kinda creepy, but I don't know… Anybody think I was close on the right idea? Because there was simply no way I could've made Knives some goody-two-shoes like Vash. Nu-uh, no way! It's just not right! I'm trying to keep the characters somewhat true to how they were in the show, unless I've done something to make them change. Like Knives, he's changed a bit, but not too much. Or not… I'm not sure how well I got into his psyche.
Either way, I bet your tired of my rambling. I'd rather hear yours! Can you guys review and tell me what ya think? It's be a great help!