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Red Geraniums

He trudged through the desert planet, a dark figure all alone. His red overcoat fluttered in the dust storm, his golden sunglasses reflecting the two blazing suns. Vash took shelter near an abandoned building, leaning on a corroded wall for support. Taking out his water jug, he quenched his thirst and sighed.

"Man, why am I all by myself again?" he whined. The storm took no notice of him and continued to howl. "I'm out of water, too. Oh, those good old days when people would give food and water to strangers are gone. Oh well. I wish Meryl and Millie and Wolfwood were here with me. Then, I wouldn't be so alone and so . . . Scared! I miss them." He made a face, slumped against the wall, hoping for protection from the powerful gusts and the stinging grains of sand. Finally, he stood up, wavering against the nature's breath.

"HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO GO ON LIKE THIS?!" His shout brought no responses. Dropping his head in frustration, he trudged along, hoping that the next town wouldn't be too far.

Suddenly, a red geranium appeared in the distance. Surprised, Vash's eyes widened, and he heard Rem's voice in his head.

"Don't worry, Vash. I'll always be here for you. Just keep on going." Vash saw her smile, remembering her beautiful face. He was determined to keep going, to be with Meryl.

"Maybe I'll give her a bouquet of red geraniums," he said to himself.


Meanwhile, at the Bernardelli Insurance Company, commotion was all around, and business was executed at an abnormally high pace. Meryl Stryfe was asleep at her desk, a sheet of paper clinging to her cheek. She was dreaming about Vash again; her quiet mumbling revealed her dream.

"Meryl, wake up!" Millie Thompson exclaimed at her partner. Meryl rose slowly from her position, mumbling and attempting to open her eyes.

"Ugh, what happened?" she questioned, hoping someone would provide her with an answer.

"Meryl, you were dreaming about Vash again! You were talking in your sleep loud enough for everyone to hear!" Meryl groaned, removing the paper stuck to her face.

"Not again! Millie, what was I saying?"

"You mentioned something about receiving flowers, and how happy you were." Millie smiled from ear to ear, embarrassing Meryl in front of their coworkers. She blushed, and grasped her feelings for Vash.

"I remember what those flowers were . . . They were red geraniums. Vash always spoke about them nostalgically," Meryl said dreamily. "He always said that they stood for determination."

Maybe that's why he always wore that red overcoat. She smiled at the memory, and hoped that Vash would come back to her.