Never Say Goodbye
Warning – yaoi, AU, occ, angst
No spoilers (yet)
Disclaimer- I do not own Trigun
Author: Techychic
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Note – All spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes are my own (As I have no one
else to blame ^_^)
Chapter 2
'Man what the hell am I doing? ' thought Nicholas Wolfwood. He had been walking
through desert and canyons for a few days now, seemingly getting nowhere fast. During
the cold nights and the scorching days his thoughts were mainly of the man he left
behind. The man he loved with his very heart and soul. 'I was such an idiot to leave him
behind' he berated himself 'I should be there protecting him making sure he doesn't get
killed.'
There were times as he rested in the shade that he wondered why he was out here so far
away from Vash. Then he would remember Knives, and what he was sent to his angel
for. Nicholas had no intention of handing his angel over to that devil that dared to claim
any relation (let alone brotherhood). This is why he had to make this journey, just for the
chance that it would keep his love alive, that it would keep them both alive.
Nicholas looked up the canyon wall; he remembered this place well even though the
bloodstains had long been sanded away. 'This is where I died, or at least I should have.'
*~*~*~*~*Flash Back*~*~*~*~*
Nicholas had been walking for days, god how he hated this forsaken hell of a planet. He
opened his canteen and took a gulp of water. "Ah! Now that's good!" he said with a
raspy voice. He had been lucky to stumble upon that little water hole, one more day with
out water and he would have been making his own last rights.
"I swear" he said aloud, "I need to invest in a car or something." Nicholas pulled out a
cigarette from his inside coat pocket and put it to his lips, he struck a match and lit the
end. He had for gotten how long he had been out here, he knew he was approaching
another canyon. 'Damn how many of these are there!' he continued walking 'maybe I've
been going in one huge fucking circle all this time.'
"Hmm, to hot to move right now" he walked up to the edge of the canyon, "how easy it
would be to jump" he laughed at the thought. Nick stood near the edge, every part of him
was sore his neck and back were killing him. He swung his canvas wrapped cross
punisher in front of him and set it on the ground. 'Oh this was a bad idea' he though as
he heard the rock he was standing on crack as it gave way. A body dressed in black
plummeted down the side of the canyon wall leaving blood spatters along the rock. The
mangled body hit the ground in a bloody and broken heap.
The sheets shifted as the man in the bed sat up suddenly. Nick took in his surrounding, a
small rook probably in a house. He spotted an old man in the corner who was slowly
hobbling toward him; he had a kind face and wild white hair with a smile a mile wide.
"Ah you awake" the old man said cheerfully, "I'm surprised your still breathing after a
fall like that." The old man lowered himself and looked expectantly at the young man.
Nick pulled the sheet back and swung his legs over the side, he ran a hand through his
dark hair.
"What the hell happened?" Nick asked more of himself than the old man. The old man's
eyes went wide; there wasn't a scratch on the young man, not a one!
"I saw you go down with that canyon wall," this caught the wippersnappers attention
"you're damn lucky I was driving past and saw you fall." Now he remembered! He just
stopped to rest and the next thing he knew he was falling, and then he woke up here.
"Heh well you just saved a man of god," Nick almost laughed at that "I'm father
Wolfwood" he couldn't hold back the laughter.
"A priest huh, well I guess that means all my sins are forgiven," the old man joked. They
both shared a good long laugh, but one thing still bothered the old gentleman.
"Say when I found you I thought you were dead…" the mirth in the room was silenced,
"I mean I don't remember you breathing when I put your body in the back of my truck."
Nick said nothing; he honestly didn't know what had happened. Had he died, or was he
merely lucky? "But when we pulled into town two days ago you were breathing, so I
brought you here to clean ya up and put you to bed," the old man finished his tale.
'Wait a minute two days ago?' Nick looked at his arms and legs, even his chest was
unscathed, 'what the…I don't have a scratch on me…how is this possible.'
"So how did you survive that fall Mr. Wolfwood?" the curiosity was too much for the old
man to leave alone.
Nick looked him straight in the eye and smiled, "I'm magical."
*~*~*~*~*End Flash Back*~*~*~*~*
The priest in black smiled at that memory, he had passed through that town on his
journey. He stopped by to see the old timer, but the man had already departed this world
about a year ago. 'Hope your laughing it up in heaven old timer.'
Finally a crystal blue splash of water appeared in the horizon, the vision was so surreal
that one would thin it were a mere illusion. Perhaps it was. Nick determinately trudged
foreword, unconsciously putting one foot in front of the other 'damn I'm tired.' Nick
didn't remember falling asleep once during this expedition, he was worried as well as
love sick. Nick's mind was on Vash most of the time, often wondering if his crazy
Tongari was safe without his protector. Strangely enough he had gotten use to the blond
gunman sleeping at his side, 'I should kick myself for falling so hard for him.'
Nick set down cross punisher and kneeled at the small water hole, smoke spiraling from
his umpteenth cigarette that day. He drew three vials from inside his suit and filled them
each with the crystal liquid; he made sure each vial was closed tightly before putting
them back. Nick reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of liquor, he emptied the
contents into the water tainting the color with a brandy hue. He once again picked up his
cross and bag. As he turned to leave a single lit cigarette sailed through the air, and when
it landed the liquor tainted water was set ablaze.
'Vash, I'll be back in your arms soon.'
To be continued . . .
Finals are over! *dances with joy* which means that I should have a bit more time to
write now. Remember to review!
Warning – yaoi, AU, occ, angst
No spoilers (yet)
Disclaimer- I do not own Trigun
Author: Techychic
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Note – All spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes are my own (As I have no one
else to blame ^_^)
Chapter 2
'Man what the hell am I doing? ' thought Nicholas Wolfwood. He had been walking
through desert and canyons for a few days now, seemingly getting nowhere fast. During
the cold nights and the scorching days his thoughts were mainly of the man he left
behind. The man he loved with his very heart and soul. 'I was such an idiot to leave him
behind' he berated himself 'I should be there protecting him making sure he doesn't get
killed.'
There were times as he rested in the shade that he wondered why he was out here so far
away from Vash. Then he would remember Knives, and what he was sent to his angel
for. Nicholas had no intention of handing his angel over to that devil that dared to claim
any relation (let alone brotherhood). This is why he had to make this journey, just for the
chance that it would keep his love alive, that it would keep them both alive.
Nicholas looked up the canyon wall; he remembered this place well even though the
bloodstains had long been sanded away. 'This is where I died, or at least I should have.'
*~*~*~*~*Flash Back*~*~*~*~*
Nicholas had been walking for days, god how he hated this forsaken hell of a planet. He
opened his canteen and took a gulp of water. "Ah! Now that's good!" he said with a
raspy voice. He had been lucky to stumble upon that little water hole, one more day with
out water and he would have been making his own last rights.
"I swear" he said aloud, "I need to invest in a car or something." Nicholas pulled out a
cigarette from his inside coat pocket and put it to his lips, he struck a match and lit the
end. He had for gotten how long he had been out here, he knew he was approaching
another canyon. 'Damn how many of these are there!' he continued walking 'maybe I've
been going in one huge fucking circle all this time.'
"Hmm, to hot to move right now" he walked up to the edge of the canyon, "how easy it
would be to jump" he laughed at the thought. Nick stood near the edge, every part of him
was sore his neck and back were killing him. He swung his canvas wrapped cross
punisher in front of him and set it on the ground. 'Oh this was a bad idea' he though as
he heard the rock he was standing on crack as it gave way. A body dressed in black
plummeted down the side of the canyon wall leaving blood spatters along the rock. The
mangled body hit the ground in a bloody and broken heap.
The sheets shifted as the man in the bed sat up suddenly. Nick took in his surrounding, a
small rook probably in a house. He spotted an old man in the corner who was slowly
hobbling toward him; he had a kind face and wild white hair with a smile a mile wide.
"Ah you awake" the old man said cheerfully, "I'm surprised your still breathing after a
fall like that." The old man lowered himself and looked expectantly at the young man.
Nick pulled the sheet back and swung his legs over the side, he ran a hand through his
dark hair.
"What the hell happened?" Nick asked more of himself than the old man. The old man's
eyes went wide; there wasn't a scratch on the young man, not a one!
"I saw you go down with that canyon wall," this caught the wippersnappers attention
"you're damn lucky I was driving past and saw you fall." Now he remembered! He just
stopped to rest and the next thing he knew he was falling, and then he woke up here.
"Heh well you just saved a man of god," Nick almost laughed at that "I'm father
Wolfwood" he couldn't hold back the laughter.
"A priest huh, well I guess that means all my sins are forgiven," the old man joked. They
both shared a good long laugh, but one thing still bothered the old gentleman.
"Say when I found you I thought you were dead…" the mirth in the room was silenced,
"I mean I don't remember you breathing when I put your body in the back of my truck."
Nick said nothing; he honestly didn't know what had happened. Had he died, or was he
merely lucky? "But when we pulled into town two days ago you were breathing, so I
brought you here to clean ya up and put you to bed," the old man finished his tale.
'Wait a minute two days ago?' Nick looked at his arms and legs, even his chest was
unscathed, 'what the…I don't have a scratch on me…how is this possible.'
"So how did you survive that fall Mr. Wolfwood?" the curiosity was too much for the old
man to leave alone.
Nick looked him straight in the eye and smiled, "I'm magical."
*~*~*~*~*End Flash Back*~*~*~*~*
The priest in black smiled at that memory, he had passed through that town on his
journey. He stopped by to see the old timer, but the man had already departed this world
about a year ago. 'Hope your laughing it up in heaven old timer.'
Finally a crystal blue splash of water appeared in the horizon, the vision was so surreal
that one would thin it were a mere illusion. Perhaps it was. Nick determinately trudged
foreword, unconsciously putting one foot in front of the other 'damn I'm tired.' Nick
didn't remember falling asleep once during this expedition, he was worried as well as
love sick. Nick's mind was on Vash most of the time, often wondering if his crazy
Tongari was safe without his protector. Strangely enough he had gotten use to the blond
gunman sleeping at his side, 'I should kick myself for falling so hard for him.'
Nick set down cross punisher and kneeled at the small water hole, smoke spiraling from
his umpteenth cigarette that day. He drew three vials from inside his suit and filled them
each with the crystal liquid; he made sure each vial was closed tightly before putting
them back. Nick reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of liquor, he emptied the
contents into the water tainting the color with a brandy hue. He once again picked up his
cross and bag. As he turned to leave a single lit cigarette sailed through the air, and when
it landed the liquor tainted water was set ablaze.
'Vash, I'll be back in your arms soon.'
To be continued . . .
Finals are over! *dances with joy* which means that I should have a bit more time to
write now. Remember to review!