Author's Note: The idea to write this story came to me while I was learning
about genetics and probability in my biology class, so I hope you enjoy it.
It took me 2 weeks to come up with my plot, because I kept writing and
rewriting it to make sure that it would be good enough, and I actually ran
this by a friend of mine who is a complete anime freak, and she liked it,
so I hope that you are able to like it as well.
Just a warning there is mention of drugs, sex, and gory deaths, in this story, so if that doesn't float your boat then don't read, and please don't flame me, because I gave you a fair warning. There might be a bit of OOCness, because I am new to Trigun, so if you are able to, then please forgive me. Well I hope that you are able to enjoy the story, and please review. Now you don't necessarily have to read the prologue to understand the story, but it will help make a little bit more sense. Anyhoozles enough of my mindless jibber jabber. Read, enjoy, and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun.
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The Love and Death of The Past
~*Prologue*~
She stared down at his mangled, bloody body. She didn't really know how to react to this development. She had loved him yes, but he wouldn't have her. He would have rather stayed with that blasted woman and his daughter. Was killing him really the way to ease all of her pain and suffering?
Of course it was. He belonged to her, and if she couldn't have him, then nobody could. Everything that she had strived for, everything that she lost blood over, was now dead, and she was in control. This is what she wanted after all. But she didn't know that it would feel this way. Was she allowed to regret what she did?
Her pale green eyes shifted for a moment, before dropping to the assault rifle that she clutched so tightly to her body, into the thick pool of blood forming at her feet.
This was long overdue, and there was no other way to solve the situation. Seven whole years of being his mistress, and all he ever saw her as was his fuck buddy, and second in command. Sure he cared for his wife and daughter, but the business always came first. Business, family, and then her.
She clenched her fist tightly, squeezing her eyes shut, not wanting to deal with the anger and hate radiating off of her body. She stepped over his dead body, while opening her pale green eyes and walked over to a crimson colored wall. A family portrait hung on the wall. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the picture of a woman, a child, and a man.
The child had a boyish haircut, and her smoky gray eyes were filled with life and enthusiasm. Only a child as innocent as this one could have eyes that shined so bright, especially with a father who paid little attention to her, could be that happy. She frowned at the picture, before driving her fist into it, flinching as shards of glass cut into her skin. She smiled contently as the glass ripped through her flesh, and hot sticky blood dripped from the ends of the shards.
Footsteps echoed off of the walls behind her and she slowly turned around, in time to see two men pointing their machine guns at her. She threw her long dark hair over her shoulders, and with a burning passion in her eyes, she motioned to the dead body, that lay covered in blood, and they both watched as smoke steadily rose from the many bullets holes that were indented in his body.
"It is done." She replied coldly as she stepped over to the desk and hoisted herself on it. She began pulling out the little shards of glass out of her bloodied hand after smoothing out her black skirt suit.
"Ms. Atsui, what is it that we should do next?" One of the henchmen asked. She looked up, her pale emerald eyes giving a penetrating stare as she thought hard. Her gaze drifted over to the picture on the wall that she had broken, and after a long agonizing moment of silence she smiled malevolently, and smoothed out her skirt once more.
"The child and his wife." She stated bluntly, her cold voice sending shivers down their spines.
"What about them ma'am?" The second guard asked dubiously. Another wicked smile graced her lips as she dropped the last bloody piece of glass onto the ground. She slid off of the desk and stepped on the tiny pieces of glass with her black pumps, and smiled when she heard them shatter under her weight. The guards recoiled slightly, recognizing that insanely wicked grin that she wore on her face.
It had only graced her features once before, and that was when she had first thought up the plan to take over the company and ordered his death. They both knew that she had only wanted to see red, and that would be the only way to satisfy her blood thirst.
"Kill them."
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Well there is the prologue. I actually rewrote this 3 times, before it got to where I actually liked it. Well anyways I hope that you enjoyed it so far, and as it may seem a little confusing now, as prologues usually are, it will start to make more sense along the way. I probably already gave away who she wanted dead, but who cares, I hope that you enjoyed it, and please review!!!!
~*Neko-Sama*~
Just a warning there is mention of drugs, sex, and gory deaths, in this story, so if that doesn't float your boat then don't read, and please don't flame me, because I gave you a fair warning. There might be a bit of OOCness, because I am new to Trigun, so if you are able to, then please forgive me. Well I hope that you are able to enjoy the story, and please review. Now you don't necessarily have to read the prologue to understand the story, but it will help make a little bit more sense. Anyhoozles enough of my mindless jibber jabber. Read, enjoy, and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Love and Death of The Past
~*Prologue*~
She stared down at his mangled, bloody body. She didn't really know how to react to this development. She had loved him yes, but he wouldn't have her. He would have rather stayed with that blasted woman and his daughter. Was killing him really the way to ease all of her pain and suffering?
Of course it was. He belonged to her, and if she couldn't have him, then nobody could. Everything that she had strived for, everything that she lost blood over, was now dead, and she was in control. This is what she wanted after all. But she didn't know that it would feel this way. Was she allowed to regret what she did?
Her pale green eyes shifted for a moment, before dropping to the assault rifle that she clutched so tightly to her body, into the thick pool of blood forming at her feet.
This was long overdue, and there was no other way to solve the situation. Seven whole years of being his mistress, and all he ever saw her as was his fuck buddy, and second in command. Sure he cared for his wife and daughter, but the business always came first. Business, family, and then her.
She clenched her fist tightly, squeezing her eyes shut, not wanting to deal with the anger and hate radiating off of her body. She stepped over his dead body, while opening her pale green eyes and walked over to a crimson colored wall. A family portrait hung on the wall. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the picture of a woman, a child, and a man.
The child had a boyish haircut, and her smoky gray eyes were filled with life and enthusiasm. Only a child as innocent as this one could have eyes that shined so bright, especially with a father who paid little attention to her, could be that happy. She frowned at the picture, before driving her fist into it, flinching as shards of glass cut into her skin. She smiled contently as the glass ripped through her flesh, and hot sticky blood dripped from the ends of the shards.
Footsteps echoed off of the walls behind her and she slowly turned around, in time to see two men pointing their machine guns at her. She threw her long dark hair over her shoulders, and with a burning passion in her eyes, she motioned to the dead body, that lay covered in blood, and they both watched as smoke steadily rose from the many bullets holes that were indented in his body.
"It is done." She replied coldly as she stepped over to the desk and hoisted herself on it. She began pulling out the little shards of glass out of her bloodied hand after smoothing out her black skirt suit.
"Ms. Atsui, what is it that we should do next?" One of the henchmen asked. She looked up, her pale emerald eyes giving a penetrating stare as she thought hard. Her gaze drifted over to the picture on the wall that she had broken, and after a long agonizing moment of silence she smiled malevolently, and smoothed out her skirt once more.
"The child and his wife." She stated bluntly, her cold voice sending shivers down their spines.
"What about them ma'am?" The second guard asked dubiously. Another wicked smile graced her lips as she dropped the last bloody piece of glass onto the ground. She slid off of the desk and stepped on the tiny pieces of glass with her black pumps, and smiled when she heard them shatter under her weight. The guards recoiled slightly, recognizing that insanely wicked grin that she wore on her face.
It had only graced her features once before, and that was when she had first thought up the plan to take over the company and ordered his death. They both knew that she had only wanted to see red, and that would be the only way to satisfy her blood thirst.
"Kill them."
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Well there is the prologue. I actually rewrote this 3 times, before it got to where I actually liked it. Well anyways I hope that you enjoyed it so far, and as it may seem a little confusing now, as prologues usually are, it will start to make more sense along the way. I probably already gave away who she wanted dead, but who cares, I hope that you enjoyed it, and please review!!!!
~*Neko-Sama*~