What If
A/N & Disclaimer: I still don't own Trigun. *sigh* but I'm working on it! Maybe I can buy it from Yasuhiro Nightow on Ebay. (Wishful thinking.) Yeah, so anyway, thanks for coming to the next chapter! It's still Comedy/Angst/Romance if you were wondering and I'm still trying to keep the style and characters as close to the series as possible. I heard Yasuhiro Nightow is writing a sequel to Trigun called Trigun Almighty, but he doesn't want it made into anime! *sniffle* So, if we see it, it probably won't be for a long time. I wasn't originally going to write a sequel to the series for that reason alone. Funny how things work..heh heh...*sweatdrop*...Oh well, enjoy!
Chapter 2: Complications Arise
Knives stirred and his eyelids fluttered before he opened them. His confused, blue eyes took in the room that surrounded him, as his back felt the wall behind him. Looking around, he spotted a bed over in the left corner of the room, a small kitchen-like area in the opposite corner, and to his immediate right a wooden table with a few chairs, one of them being occupied.
The woman sitting there had a boyishly short length to her black hair, and she was wearing some weird white outfit. Knives studied her a bit more and noticed she was trying to concentrate on reloading and making minor repairs to her guns, but her violet eyes kept on glazing over and she wasn't getting much work done.
Knives struggled to move, and it was then that he realized that his hands and feet were tied together. Merle heard the subtle movement, so her eyes flashed over to his direction and grew wide when she noticed him. He frowned as he struggled against his bonds and when he was just about to see if he could trick the woman into untying them for him, she was out of the room and down the hall screaming "Vash" at the top of her lungs.
Now it was Knives' turn for his eyes to grow wide. So that's why he was here! He remembered now. His brother had shot him four times, once in each shoulder and once in each thigh. Maybe that was why his head was so fuzzy and hurt like the seven hells.
He tried moving again so he could get a better look at the once and only entrance to the room, but pain shot out from all four areas at once, blacking him out for a moment. He grit his teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. His wounds were bandaged, but not completely healed, and from the looks of it, it appeared that he had just ripped open the wound on his left shoulder. He sighed and rested his back against the wall, waiting for his brother to return to the room.
Vash was running down the hall toward the room. It would figure that as soon as he left the room to get something to eat his brother would wake up. He knew that Knives wouldn't be able to do much because he wasn't exactly in prime condition, but it was still a dangerous gamble to leave him alone with Merle.
The Humanoid Typhoon burst into the room and stopped in the doorway, gasping for air, the door slammed into the wall to his left. The sound still echoed in the room. It had been like a gunshot in the middle of a barren desert.
Knives' and Vash's eyes met and they stared at each other, neither willing to break the contact. Both were frowning and didn't look very happy.
Merle finally approached the room and stood behind Vash, who was now moving out of the doorway. Without even looking at her, he said. "Stay away. Stay out of this room. Don't even come near it and try to get everyone else as far away from it as possible."
Merle opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped with the door was closed in her face. Her eye was twitching a bit as she walked away, but she sighed when she realized that it was probably for the best anyway.
Vash walked over to Knives and stared down at him, fingering the gun at his side.
"I'm surprised you didn't kill me. To think, after all I've done, you left me alive. And you even bandaged my wounds," he said with a sadistic grin.
"Rem wouldn't have wanted me to," Vash said, still frowning, but some of the hate had crept back into his eyes, and the sorrow and anger was there as well.
"Are you still in love with that pathetic human, Vash?! After over a hundred years you still love her?! If that stupid bitch hadn't redirected those pods, we would've had this entire planet to ourselves, and those stinking humans would've been wiped out of existence. They wouldn't've had another chance to kill another planet. Those wastes of space would have burned to a crisp in the atmosphere...I thought you wanted to save the butterflies, Vash."
The old argument made Vash's eyes seem to glow with anger. "I told you, you idiot, I want to save them both."
Knives was smiling. "If you save all the butterflies, the spiders will eventually die of starvation." He would've gone on, but he was cut short. Vash had taken his gun and was pressing it against Knives' forehead.
"I don't want to kill you."
"You've already shot me! How many times, Vash?! How many!?" He yelled as he leaned forward into the gun, yelling at Vash. There was sorrow present in his eyes as well. A different type of sorrow. "The butterflies can't live if the spiders are always looking to catch them in their webs. How many times have you gotten caught, Vash? How many times did the spiders almost get you? You're a lucky butterfly, but you won't have to be lucky if all the spiders die." Knives got a maniacal look on his face.
Vash's eyes hadn't changed throughout Knives' entire speech. "I told you, I want to save them both."
Knives leaned backwards into the support of the wall behind him. "There's no point, Vash. I don't see why you like them so much. They're disgusting creatures and all they do is kill each other to support themselves. Why not just get rid of the annoying insects?" (Okay, I know spiders are arachnids, not insects, but bare with me.)
Vash cocked his gun. It wasn't located in the center of Knives' forhead anymore because he had leaned backward, but it was still pointed at his head.
A look of shock regestered on Knives' face, and then it broke into a grin. "You like that woman, don't you? Something about her reminds you of Rem, huh? Well, let's make it so that she reminds you of Rem a little bit more."
Vash's eyes grew wide, and he pulled the trigger on the gun.
But it was too late. Someone had attacked him from behind, and yet another person was undoing Knives' bonds. The bullet Vash had fired left a perfect circle in the wall next to Knives' head, no other damage had been done. Vash struggled aginst the one who held him from behind.
He managed to hit the man on the top of his head with the but of his gun, knocking him unconscious, but by the time this was acheived, Knives had already left the room and was walking calmly down the hall.
"Knives!" Vash yelled, scrambling to the doorway. Unfortunately, as he passed through it into the hallway, he was overcome by a massive number of androids that someone must've been controling from a distance. Now that he thought about it...Vash looked into the room and realized that the two people he thought were men helping Knives were actually androids as well.
He immediately began firing his gun, taking one right after the other out in a steady, unerring sequence and speed. In a matter of moments, all the androids lay sparking and twitching on the floor of the hallway. During the process, Vash had went to grab Knives' gun so he wouldn't have to reload his own, only to find that the gun was. Knives must've somehow taken it back during the scuffle in the room. A scream rang through the building, echoing when it reached the hallway. "Merle!" Vash whisered under his breath as he ran down the hallway, subconsciously avoiding the smoking electronics that blocked his path.
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A/N: Sorry this one is shorter than the last chapter, and there's that awful cliffhanger. Well, no worries, if you review, then the next chapter will arrive, if not, then you'll just have to wonder for the rest of your life what happens. *smiles*
Preview: When love is finally found after a long period of suffering, people'll do anything to protect it. But when a situation arises when protection is impossible, and the love is lost, then a brief lapse of insanity will sometimes ensue. What will happen to a man's heart when he's loved is lost?
Chapter 3: Reoccurrence of Loss
A/N & Disclaimer: I still don't own Trigun. *sigh* but I'm working on it! Maybe I can buy it from Yasuhiro Nightow on Ebay. (Wishful thinking.) Yeah, so anyway, thanks for coming to the next chapter! It's still Comedy/Angst/Romance if you were wondering and I'm still trying to keep the style and characters as close to the series as possible. I heard Yasuhiro Nightow is writing a sequel to Trigun called Trigun Almighty, but he doesn't want it made into anime! *sniffle* So, if we see it, it probably won't be for a long time. I wasn't originally going to write a sequel to the series for that reason alone. Funny how things work..heh heh...*sweatdrop*...Oh well, enjoy!
Chapter 2: Complications Arise
Knives stirred and his eyelids fluttered before he opened them. His confused, blue eyes took in the room that surrounded him, as his back felt the wall behind him. Looking around, he spotted a bed over in the left corner of the room, a small kitchen-like area in the opposite corner, and to his immediate right a wooden table with a few chairs, one of them being occupied.
The woman sitting there had a boyishly short length to her black hair, and she was wearing some weird white outfit. Knives studied her a bit more and noticed she was trying to concentrate on reloading and making minor repairs to her guns, but her violet eyes kept on glazing over and she wasn't getting much work done.
Knives struggled to move, and it was then that he realized that his hands and feet were tied together. Merle heard the subtle movement, so her eyes flashed over to his direction and grew wide when she noticed him. He frowned as he struggled against his bonds and when he was just about to see if he could trick the woman into untying them for him, she was out of the room and down the hall screaming "Vash" at the top of her lungs.
Now it was Knives' turn for his eyes to grow wide. So that's why he was here! He remembered now. His brother had shot him four times, once in each shoulder and once in each thigh. Maybe that was why his head was so fuzzy and hurt like the seven hells.
He tried moving again so he could get a better look at the once and only entrance to the room, but pain shot out from all four areas at once, blacking him out for a moment. He grit his teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. His wounds were bandaged, but not completely healed, and from the looks of it, it appeared that he had just ripped open the wound on his left shoulder. He sighed and rested his back against the wall, waiting for his brother to return to the room.
Vash was running down the hall toward the room. It would figure that as soon as he left the room to get something to eat his brother would wake up. He knew that Knives wouldn't be able to do much because he wasn't exactly in prime condition, but it was still a dangerous gamble to leave him alone with Merle.
The Humanoid Typhoon burst into the room and stopped in the doorway, gasping for air, the door slammed into the wall to his left. The sound still echoed in the room. It had been like a gunshot in the middle of a barren desert.
Knives' and Vash's eyes met and they stared at each other, neither willing to break the contact. Both were frowning and didn't look very happy.
Merle finally approached the room and stood behind Vash, who was now moving out of the doorway. Without even looking at her, he said. "Stay away. Stay out of this room. Don't even come near it and try to get everyone else as far away from it as possible."
Merle opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped with the door was closed in her face. Her eye was twitching a bit as she walked away, but she sighed when she realized that it was probably for the best anyway.
Vash walked over to Knives and stared down at him, fingering the gun at his side.
"I'm surprised you didn't kill me. To think, after all I've done, you left me alive. And you even bandaged my wounds," he said with a sadistic grin.
"Rem wouldn't have wanted me to," Vash said, still frowning, but some of the hate had crept back into his eyes, and the sorrow and anger was there as well.
"Are you still in love with that pathetic human, Vash?! After over a hundred years you still love her?! If that stupid bitch hadn't redirected those pods, we would've had this entire planet to ourselves, and those stinking humans would've been wiped out of existence. They wouldn't've had another chance to kill another planet. Those wastes of space would have burned to a crisp in the atmosphere...I thought you wanted to save the butterflies, Vash."
The old argument made Vash's eyes seem to glow with anger. "I told you, you idiot, I want to save them both."
Knives was smiling. "If you save all the butterflies, the spiders will eventually die of starvation." He would've gone on, but he was cut short. Vash had taken his gun and was pressing it against Knives' forehead.
"I don't want to kill you."
"You've already shot me! How many times, Vash?! How many!?" He yelled as he leaned forward into the gun, yelling at Vash. There was sorrow present in his eyes as well. A different type of sorrow. "The butterflies can't live if the spiders are always looking to catch them in their webs. How many times have you gotten caught, Vash? How many times did the spiders almost get you? You're a lucky butterfly, but you won't have to be lucky if all the spiders die." Knives got a maniacal look on his face.
Vash's eyes hadn't changed throughout Knives' entire speech. "I told you, I want to save them both."
Knives leaned backwards into the support of the wall behind him. "There's no point, Vash. I don't see why you like them so much. They're disgusting creatures and all they do is kill each other to support themselves. Why not just get rid of the annoying insects?" (Okay, I know spiders are arachnids, not insects, but bare with me.)
Vash cocked his gun. It wasn't located in the center of Knives' forhead anymore because he had leaned backward, but it was still pointed at his head.
A look of shock regestered on Knives' face, and then it broke into a grin. "You like that woman, don't you? Something about her reminds you of Rem, huh? Well, let's make it so that she reminds you of Rem a little bit more."
Vash's eyes grew wide, and he pulled the trigger on the gun.
But it was too late. Someone had attacked him from behind, and yet another person was undoing Knives' bonds. The bullet Vash had fired left a perfect circle in the wall next to Knives' head, no other damage had been done. Vash struggled aginst the one who held him from behind.
He managed to hit the man on the top of his head with the but of his gun, knocking him unconscious, but by the time this was acheived, Knives had already left the room and was walking calmly down the hall.
"Knives!" Vash yelled, scrambling to the doorway. Unfortunately, as he passed through it into the hallway, he was overcome by a massive number of androids that someone must've been controling from a distance. Now that he thought about it...Vash looked into the room and realized that the two people he thought were men helping Knives were actually androids as well.
He immediately began firing his gun, taking one right after the other out in a steady, unerring sequence and speed. In a matter of moments, all the androids lay sparking and twitching on the floor of the hallway. During the process, Vash had went to grab Knives' gun so he wouldn't have to reload his own, only to find that the gun was. Knives must've somehow taken it back during the scuffle in the room. A scream rang through the building, echoing when it reached the hallway. "Merle!" Vash whisered under his breath as he ran down the hallway, subconsciously avoiding the smoking electronics that blocked his path.
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A/N: Sorry this one is shorter than the last chapter, and there's that awful cliffhanger. Well, no worries, if you review, then the next chapter will arrive, if not, then you'll just have to wonder for the rest of your life what happens. *smiles*
Preview: When love is finally found after a long period of suffering, people'll do anything to protect it. But when a situation arises when protection is impossible, and the love is lost, then a brief lapse of insanity will sometimes ensue. What will happen to a man's heart when he's loved is lost?
Chapter 3: Reoccurrence of Loss
