Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Trigun characters. I just own Rem's
daughter cuz I made her up.
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"Fill 'er up Gramps!" Cried Vash holding out his cup to the bartender.
"I told you! I'm 29 years old, I'm not a Grandpa!" Yelled the aggravated bartender.
"Whatever! Just fill 'er up!" Replied Vash shaking the glass in front of the bartenders face.
Meryl shook her head in disgust. It had been like this all night. Vash had drowned himself in drinks and Wolfwood and Milly just gambled. And from the groans and cries of surprise coming from the gambling table Milly was winning again.
"Men!" Meryl cried as a man came up to her and knocked a whole glass of alcohol down her front.
" Was' a matter Meryl?" Questioned Vash, stumbling over to her and sitting on a stool next to her.
"Nothing. But I should be asking you that. You never drink this much unless something is on your mind." She replied looking back at Vash.
Vash sat with a tired look on his face. His eyes seemed to be off in a place besides the bar. He was considering wither or not to tell Meryl of the dreams he had been having the past couple of nights. Memories of his childhood. Images of Rem. Memories he never of a girl, who looked strangely like Rem.
"Ah nothing. Don' worry about it." He mumbled to a shocked Meryl letting his head fall to the table. Apparently the hang over had finally beat him. Meryl sighed as Milly and Wolfwood walked up to her with piles of money.
"So, Vash passed out again huh?" Questioned Wolfwood, placing his huge cross next to him.
Meryl just nodded and rubbed her throbbing temples. A collective gasp exited everyone's mouth as the doors to the saloon flew open. Everything went quiet. No one spoke. I walked in, covered in my desert cloak so that no one could see my face, only the dark hole where it should have been. Walking slowly up to the bar my heels clicking on the wooden floor, I pounded my fist on the bar top.
"A vodka straight please." I asked politely as the noise started in the bar again.
The bartender nodded and pulled out the vodka handing it to me. I could feel the stares of everyone on me, so I quickly pulled my cloak off. My long black hair fell out of the loose pony tail I had had it in, and my grey eyes scanned the room. I stopped when they came to two young girls, and preacher, and a man in red, passed out on the bar. Laughing to myself I flipped my hair and quickly downed the glass of vodka.
I knew who the four people were as soon as I set eyes on them. Milly Thompson... Meryl Strife.. Nicolas D. Wolfwood... And Vash.. Strange enough he kept the pineapple head hair-cut that my mother had given him so many years ago.
"Humpf.." I muttered to myself hearing the snickering people around me. I knew what they were thinking. I could hear it as clearly as if I was saying it myself. Downing another glass of Vodka I brought my gaze to Vash. I could hear the sounds of him waking, but I didn't feel the need to see him yet.
"Ouch! Where am I?" He questioned rubbing his throbbing head.
"Hey! Welcome back to the world of the conscious my friend!" aid Wolfwood slapping Vash on the back. "You missed one hell of an entrance by that lovely lady over there." He smiled pointing over at me.
I smiled closing my eyes. I sipped my vodka more slowly now as I felt Vash's head turn towards me, then a soft gasp exited his mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that he indeed saw my striking resemblance to my mother.
'Well Vash. Your awake now?' I thought knowing very well that he could hear me.
'Who.. Who are you?' He questioned fearful for my answer.
I turned my head to him my grey eyes blazing into his jade ones. 'You know very well who I am.. Vash the Stampede.' I saw his face turn from scared to horrified as I sent him flashes of my life on the SEEDS ship.
'Rem...' He thought as tears openly streamed down his face.
"YO! Needle-Noggin you ok? Your crying." Yelled Wolfwood laughing at his friend. He stopped laughing when he saw Vash didn't react a bit.
"Rem.." He whispered.
Meryl gasped putting her hand to her mouth. He had said that name before, during his fights with the Gun-Ho-Guns and miscellaneous people.
'No Vash. I'm not YOUR Rem... If you want to know who I really am, go outside. I prefer to talk then have staring contests with pineapple heads.' I said breaking our gaze and walking quickly out of the Saloon door.
"Rem.. Rem... WAIT!!!!" He cried reaching out to me in hopes he could reach me but I had already left the Saloon. "Rem..."
"Yo! Needle noggin you ok or what?" Wolfwood questioned patting Vash on the back.
"I have to go." He whispered standing up slowly. "I have to go now."
"But Vash what about-" Meryl reached out to grab Vash but he pushed her away.
"Don't follow me..DONT FOLLOW ME!" He yelled slipping his amber sun glasses out of his pocket and putting them over his blazing eyes.
"But.Vash..." Meryl stammered but it was to late. He had left.
'Who is that woman... She cant be Rem... Rem died!!!! She died! And I cant forget that. But whoever she is... She will pay for impersonating such a person... She will pay...'
TBC.....
A/N: So people did ya like it???? Hope ya did cuz I did. Well, enjoy ur reading! R/R all thanks!
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"Fill 'er up Gramps!" Cried Vash holding out his cup to the bartender.
"I told you! I'm 29 years old, I'm not a Grandpa!" Yelled the aggravated bartender.
"Whatever! Just fill 'er up!" Replied Vash shaking the glass in front of the bartenders face.
Meryl shook her head in disgust. It had been like this all night. Vash had drowned himself in drinks and Wolfwood and Milly just gambled. And from the groans and cries of surprise coming from the gambling table Milly was winning again.
"Men!" Meryl cried as a man came up to her and knocked a whole glass of alcohol down her front.
" Was' a matter Meryl?" Questioned Vash, stumbling over to her and sitting on a stool next to her.
"Nothing. But I should be asking you that. You never drink this much unless something is on your mind." She replied looking back at Vash.
Vash sat with a tired look on his face. His eyes seemed to be off in a place besides the bar. He was considering wither or not to tell Meryl of the dreams he had been having the past couple of nights. Memories of his childhood. Images of Rem. Memories he never of a girl, who looked strangely like Rem.
"Ah nothing. Don' worry about it." He mumbled to a shocked Meryl letting his head fall to the table. Apparently the hang over had finally beat him. Meryl sighed as Milly and Wolfwood walked up to her with piles of money.
"So, Vash passed out again huh?" Questioned Wolfwood, placing his huge cross next to him.
Meryl just nodded and rubbed her throbbing temples. A collective gasp exited everyone's mouth as the doors to the saloon flew open. Everything went quiet. No one spoke. I walked in, covered in my desert cloak so that no one could see my face, only the dark hole where it should have been. Walking slowly up to the bar my heels clicking on the wooden floor, I pounded my fist on the bar top.
"A vodka straight please." I asked politely as the noise started in the bar again.
The bartender nodded and pulled out the vodka handing it to me. I could feel the stares of everyone on me, so I quickly pulled my cloak off. My long black hair fell out of the loose pony tail I had had it in, and my grey eyes scanned the room. I stopped when they came to two young girls, and preacher, and a man in red, passed out on the bar. Laughing to myself I flipped my hair and quickly downed the glass of vodka.
I knew who the four people were as soon as I set eyes on them. Milly Thompson... Meryl Strife.. Nicolas D. Wolfwood... And Vash.. Strange enough he kept the pineapple head hair-cut that my mother had given him so many years ago.
"Humpf.." I muttered to myself hearing the snickering people around me. I knew what they were thinking. I could hear it as clearly as if I was saying it myself. Downing another glass of Vodka I brought my gaze to Vash. I could hear the sounds of him waking, but I didn't feel the need to see him yet.
"Ouch! Where am I?" He questioned rubbing his throbbing head.
"Hey! Welcome back to the world of the conscious my friend!" aid Wolfwood slapping Vash on the back. "You missed one hell of an entrance by that lovely lady over there." He smiled pointing over at me.
I smiled closing my eyes. I sipped my vodka more slowly now as I felt Vash's head turn towards me, then a soft gasp exited his mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that he indeed saw my striking resemblance to my mother.
'Well Vash. Your awake now?' I thought knowing very well that he could hear me.
'Who.. Who are you?' He questioned fearful for my answer.
I turned my head to him my grey eyes blazing into his jade ones. 'You know very well who I am.. Vash the Stampede.' I saw his face turn from scared to horrified as I sent him flashes of my life on the SEEDS ship.
'Rem...' He thought as tears openly streamed down his face.
"YO! Needle-Noggin you ok? Your crying." Yelled Wolfwood laughing at his friend. He stopped laughing when he saw Vash didn't react a bit.
"Rem.." He whispered.
Meryl gasped putting her hand to her mouth. He had said that name before, during his fights with the Gun-Ho-Guns and miscellaneous people.
'No Vash. I'm not YOUR Rem... If you want to know who I really am, go outside. I prefer to talk then have staring contests with pineapple heads.' I said breaking our gaze and walking quickly out of the Saloon door.
"Rem.. Rem... WAIT!!!!" He cried reaching out to me in hopes he could reach me but I had already left the Saloon. "Rem..."
"Yo! Needle noggin you ok or what?" Wolfwood questioned patting Vash on the back.
"I have to go." He whispered standing up slowly. "I have to go now."
"But Vash what about-" Meryl reached out to grab Vash but he pushed her away.
"Don't follow me..DONT FOLLOW ME!" He yelled slipping his amber sun glasses out of his pocket and putting them over his blazing eyes.
"But.Vash..." Meryl stammered but it was to late. He had left.
'Who is that woman... She cant be Rem... Rem died!!!! She died! And I cant forget that. But whoever she is... She will pay for impersonating such a person... She will pay...'
TBC.....
A/N: So people did ya like it???? Hope ya did cuz I did. Well, enjoy ur reading! R/R all thanks!