Disclaimer: Trigun does not, and probably will never belong to me.
However, I plan to exploit the characters to the best of my ability. Amira
and all other original characters do belong to me, (and my friends.) so
please don't steal them.
Well! This is my first attempt at a Trigun fic so bear with me on it. It's gonna get funnier in the next chapter, I promise. Amira just isn't a very funny character.
Amira scanned over a newspaper. She was aboard a
sandsteamer headed towards Mei City. How she had come
to the Trigun universe in the first place was strange
enough. It wasn't often that a dimensional vortex
appeared out of nowhere. Being the daredevil she was,
Amira dove in without a second thought. Only by pure
luck did she happen to hear a passer-by mention
something about "Vash the Stampede." After a while
thinking, she was able to recall an article she had
read about a series called Trigun with such a
character. Someone, something, or maybe even destiny
wanted her here, and somehow she felt she would find
the answer at the center of attention. Naturally this
involved getting in contact with the Humanoid Typhoon.
The latest rumors had pointed her to this sandsteamer.
Somehow, Amira knew he was near. So now she sat in
an on-board lounge, bidding her time. A commotion down
the hall brought her back from her wistful reverie.
Amira felt the familiar tingle of danger approaching "Something's coming." No sooner had she uttered the
words when an explosion ripped through the hall,
filling the lounge with smoke. Instinctively, Amira
reached for her gun, all the while staring at the
doorway. When suddenly, she spied a blur rush in from
the hallway. Seconds later a hail of bullets flew
through the room. Amira flipped the table she had
been sitting at over to shield her. And not a moment
to soon because it was immediately pelted with bullets. From
behind the table, Amira returned a few shots at the
attackers. A scream and gurgling cry let her know she
hit her mark. "Well, that's good, I haven't done this
in so long I thought I might have lost my touch." She
returned a few more and reloaded her gun. // This
table won't take this kind of abuse forever. I have to move before it collapses.// "Well, here goes nothing." With a mighty leap, Amira sprang from behind the deteriorating table, unleashing a barrage
of bullets as she went. However, she didn't make it
to the next safe haven unscathed. "Shit!" She soon discovered this when a far to familiar warmth of blood began to seep through her shoulder. "Shit!" "At least it's only my left shoulder, no bones, nothing to
important." Another problem arose when she went to
refill her gun and found she had no more ammo. //You know, it would really suck to die here. I'm not even
getting paid for this.// Amira let out a long sigh,
"oh well." She was so lost in her thoughts, she
didn't even notice the red blur coming her way until
the form shadowed over her. "Well, who are you?" a voice questioned her. When she opened her eyes she was faced with a pair of brilliant blue-green eyes
staring right into her own. "Huh? Are you the one they're after?" The blond man plopped down man beside
her and sighed. "Yeah, I just don't seem to get a break." Amira scoffed in return. "Same here, I get caught in the cross-fire and now I'm out of ammo to boot." "Well hopefully it'll die down soon." As if to prove his words the gunfire stopped immediately and a voice boomed out across the lounge, "If there's still any one alive in here, step out peacefully and
things won't get any nastier." "Great, now what do we do?" Amira questioned aloud. The red-coated man sharing the predicament beside her handed her a
cartridge of bullets. "Do me a favor, back me up." He whispered and quickly stepped out from behind the battered table. "Here I am." "Are you crazy?! They'll shoot you?" Amira hissed from behind the table. You're a fool to trust a stranger with your life." She
muttered to herself as she loaded her gun. "We're going to have to ask you to drop your gun." "Okay." Amira heard the sound of a gun crashing to the floor. "Thanks, now there's nothing to stop us from blowing
your head off!" "Not quite!" Amira called as she sprang out from behind the makeshift shield. Every bullet she fired hit its mark, accompanied with the red- coated man who had retrieved his gun from the floor. Between the two of them, there was soon a
clear escape path. As they flew out the door Amira questioned the man, "How did you know I could help you?" "Let's just say I could see it in your eyes."
He dove into a storage compartment and Amira followed
him. "What's your name anyway?" Amira asked the man panting beside her. "You really want to know?" "Yes! Why else would I have asked you?" "It's Vash." "Like Vash the Stampede." "Yeah, that's what people usually call me." "What's your name?" "Amira Maxwell"
"You're hurt." "How could you tell." "You're breathing funny." "It's nothing." "Let me look at it."
Amira sighed, "Sure go ahead." She removed her vest to expose the wound. Although her shirt was black, it glistened with the fresh blood from her shoulder.
Vash retrieved some gauze from his coat and began to
wrap up the wound. Amira watched as skill full hands
quickly and efficiently finished the job. "You're good at this." Amira complimented him. "You think so? I guess I'm just used to it." There was a
dramatic pause before Vash spoke again. "Why did you kill those people?" Amira was a bit taken aback by the question although she answered quickly enough. "They were trying to kill me. Besides, if you don't shoot
to kill, one day it's going to catch up to you." Vash sighed, "I guess you're right, but can you do me a
favor and try to not kill? Even if it's just around
me." Amira thought hard about the request for a
moment. All her life, all the training she had
received had always taught her to shoot to kill. As
an assassin, you had to if you were going to survive.
But something about the look in Vash's eyes convinced
her to comply. "I won't kill around you, it's a promise for Vash the Stampede." She shook his head to cement the deal. "Do you think you could do me another favor?" "What now." "Stay in my room until this fiasco is over." He handed her some more bullets. "It's in the First Class section, room 209."
"Okay, you have my word, I'll be waiting for you."
"I don't know how to repay you." About 60 billion hentai ideas flooded Amira's brain. "I'm sure I can think of something, but right now, do what you have to do."
With a quick nod, Vash the Stampede left the
room. This left Amira to think about what had just
happened. Amira found she was soon laughing at
herself, "How did he get me to promise to all those things? OH well." The trip to the designated room was quite uneventful considering the circumstances. And so was the wait, except for the times when it felt like the entire sandsteamer could tear apart at any
moment. //What could that idiot be doing. And why am
I actually obeying him when I've never even met him
before? What if I just left anyways?// Amira got up to do just that, but before she could make it to the
door, the sandsteamer lurched violently, sending her
flying into the wall. "Damn!" The impact severely jarred her wounded left shoulder leaving her gripping it in pain. It suddenly occurred to her that the
entire vessel had come to a complete stop. "Huh? That's weird." Amira was, of course, blissfully ignorant of the whole Bad-lads ordeal, the fact that the whole ship could have been torn in half, and also that the life of everyone on board had ridden on the
quick draw contest of Vash the Stampede and Dynamite
Neon. (But then again that's a good thing 'cause no
one needs the extra stress. ~.^) Just about then, Vash
walked into the room. "Hey Amira! Are you still here?" Amira grumbled "Yeah, I kept my promise." "Why are you against the wall?" "I got slammed against it when the sandsteamer stopped. Why did we stop?" "Uh, loooong story." There was an awkward silence. And that's when Amira smelled it, blood, but not her own. "What happened." Amira asked seriously. "aaaah, but I'm sooo tired." Vash whined. "So am I." It then became clear that there was only one bed in the room.
~ a few minutes later ~ "My side hurts, why do you get the bed." "JUST SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"
"Okaaay." Amira thought for only a few moments more
before dropping into a dead sleep. //I never thought the legendary outlaw would be him. He whines so much.//
Well! This is my first attempt at a Trigun fic so bear with me on it. It's gonna get funnier in the next chapter, I promise. Amira just isn't a very funny character.
Amira scanned over a newspaper. She was aboard a
sandsteamer headed towards Mei City. How she had come
to the Trigun universe in the first place was strange
enough. It wasn't often that a dimensional vortex
appeared out of nowhere. Being the daredevil she was,
Amira dove in without a second thought. Only by pure
luck did she happen to hear a passer-by mention
something about "Vash the Stampede." After a while
thinking, she was able to recall an article she had
read about a series called Trigun with such a
character. Someone, something, or maybe even destiny
wanted her here, and somehow she felt she would find
the answer at the center of attention. Naturally this
involved getting in contact with the Humanoid Typhoon.
The latest rumors had pointed her to this sandsteamer.
Somehow, Amira knew he was near. So now she sat in
an on-board lounge, bidding her time. A commotion down
the hall brought her back from her wistful reverie.
Amira felt the familiar tingle of danger approaching "Something's coming." No sooner had she uttered the
words when an explosion ripped through the hall,
filling the lounge with smoke. Instinctively, Amira
reached for her gun, all the while staring at the
doorway. When suddenly, she spied a blur rush in from
the hallway. Seconds later a hail of bullets flew
through the room. Amira flipped the table she had
been sitting at over to shield her. And not a moment
to soon because it was immediately pelted with bullets. From
behind the table, Amira returned a few shots at the
attackers. A scream and gurgling cry let her know she
hit her mark. "Well, that's good, I haven't done this
in so long I thought I might have lost my touch." She
returned a few more and reloaded her gun. // This
table won't take this kind of abuse forever. I have to move before it collapses.// "Well, here goes nothing." With a mighty leap, Amira sprang from behind the deteriorating table, unleashing a barrage
of bullets as she went. However, she didn't make it
to the next safe haven unscathed. "Shit!" She soon discovered this when a far to familiar warmth of blood began to seep through her shoulder. "Shit!" "At least it's only my left shoulder, no bones, nothing to
important." Another problem arose when she went to
refill her gun and found she had no more ammo. //You know, it would really suck to die here. I'm not even
getting paid for this.// Amira let out a long sigh,
"oh well." She was so lost in her thoughts, she
didn't even notice the red blur coming her way until
the form shadowed over her. "Well, who are you?" a voice questioned her. When she opened her eyes she was faced with a pair of brilliant blue-green eyes
staring right into her own. "Huh? Are you the one they're after?" The blond man plopped down man beside
her and sighed. "Yeah, I just don't seem to get a break." Amira scoffed in return. "Same here, I get caught in the cross-fire and now I'm out of ammo to boot." "Well hopefully it'll die down soon." As if to prove his words the gunfire stopped immediately and a voice boomed out across the lounge, "If there's still any one alive in here, step out peacefully and
things won't get any nastier." "Great, now what do we do?" Amira questioned aloud. The red-coated man sharing the predicament beside her handed her a
cartridge of bullets. "Do me a favor, back me up." He whispered and quickly stepped out from behind the battered table. "Here I am." "Are you crazy?! They'll shoot you?" Amira hissed from behind the table. You're a fool to trust a stranger with your life." She
muttered to herself as she loaded her gun. "We're going to have to ask you to drop your gun." "Okay." Amira heard the sound of a gun crashing to the floor. "Thanks, now there's nothing to stop us from blowing
your head off!" "Not quite!" Amira called as she sprang out from behind the makeshift shield. Every bullet she fired hit its mark, accompanied with the red- coated man who had retrieved his gun from the floor. Between the two of them, there was soon a
clear escape path. As they flew out the door Amira questioned the man, "How did you know I could help you?" "Let's just say I could see it in your eyes."
He dove into a storage compartment and Amira followed
him. "What's your name anyway?" Amira asked the man panting beside her. "You really want to know?" "Yes! Why else would I have asked you?" "It's Vash." "Like Vash the Stampede." "Yeah, that's what people usually call me." "What's your name?" "Amira Maxwell"
"You're hurt." "How could you tell." "You're breathing funny." "It's nothing." "Let me look at it."
Amira sighed, "Sure go ahead." She removed her vest to expose the wound. Although her shirt was black, it glistened with the fresh blood from her shoulder.
Vash retrieved some gauze from his coat and began to
wrap up the wound. Amira watched as skill full hands
quickly and efficiently finished the job. "You're good at this." Amira complimented him. "You think so? I guess I'm just used to it." There was a
dramatic pause before Vash spoke again. "Why did you kill those people?" Amira was a bit taken aback by the question although she answered quickly enough. "They were trying to kill me. Besides, if you don't shoot
to kill, one day it's going to catch up to you." Vash sighed, "I guess you're right, but can you do me a
favor and try to not kill? Even if it's just around
me." Amira thought hard about the request for a
moment. All her life, all the training she had
received had always taught her to shoot to kill. As
an assassin, you had to if you were going to survive.
But something about the look in Vash's eyes convinced
her to comply. "I won't kill around you, it's a promise for Vash the Stampede." She shook his head to cement the deal. "Do you think you could do me another favor?" "What now." "Stay in my room until this fiasco is over." He handed her some more bullets. "It's in the First Class section, room 209."
"Okay, you have my word, I'll be waiting for you."
"I don't know how to repay you." About 60 billion hentai ideas flooded Amira's brain. "I'm sure I can think of something, but right now, do what you have to do."
With a quick nod, Vash the Stampede left the
room. This left Amira to think about what had just
happened. Amira found she was soon laughing at
herself, "How did he get me to promise to all those things? OH well." The trip to the designated room was quite uneventful considering the circumstances. And so was the wait, except for the times when it felt like the entire sandsteamer could tear apart at any
moment. //What could that idiot be doing. And why am
I actually obeying him when I've never even met him
before? What if I just left anyways?// Amira got up to do just that, but before she could make it to the
door, the sandsteamer lurched violently, sending her
flying into the wall. "Damn!" The impact severely jarred her wounded left shoulder leaving her gripping it in pain. It suddenly occurred to her that the
entire vessel had come to a complete stop. "Huh? That's weird." Amira was, of course, blissfully ignorant of the whole Bad-lads ordeal, the fact that the whole ship could have been torn in half, and also that the life of everyone on board had ridden on the
quick draw contest of Vash the Stampede and Dynamite
Neon. (But then again that's a good thing 'cause no
one needs the extra stress. ~.^) Just about then, Vash
walked into the room. "Hey Amira! Are you still here?" Amira grumbled "Yeah, I kept my promise." "Why are you against the wall?" "I got slammed against it when the sandsteamer stopped. Why did we stop?" "Uh, loooong story." There was an awkward silence. And that's when Amira smelled it, blood, but not her own. "What happened." Amira asked seriously. "aaaah, but I'm sooo tired." Vash whined. "So am I." It then became clear that there was only one bed in the room.
~ a few minutes later ~ "My side hurts, why do you get the bed." "JUST SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"
"Okaaay." Amira thought for only a few moments more
before dropping into a dead sleep. //I never thought the legendary outlaw would be him. He whines so much.//
