Untitled Until Further Notice
By: Stungun Milly
Chapter 1: Why? (Meryl)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun, k? I hate long disclaimers, so lets just
leave it at that.
A/N: Wowies. You clicked into my story! *sparkly eyes* Thankies so much!
Uh... this is a story that my cousins and my friends have been pestering me
to put up... so here it is HAPPY NOW!? Ahem. Anyway, I liked the idea of
this, and if it seems boring and hard to understand, then just wait cuz
it'll get better, I promise! I really suck at first chapters *sweatdrop*.
And about my O/C's, well Zach wanted me to warn you that they're a little
OOC in this first chapter... O.o So anyway, R+R, and be constructive, cuz
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for first chapter of Untitled Until Further Notice (lol BTW, you can help
me come up with an actual title if you'd like) ^^
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I often wonder why. Why we exist, why Vash loved donuts so much, why Milly was always so happy. You know, just why. I really don't know why. Heh, I guess that's another why to add to my list of 'Whys'. Why do I wonder why? Okay. Now I think I'm going insane. It must be this heat. If I weren't such a modest woman, I'd be stripped down to bare flesh. But since I am, I guess I have no choice to bear it. After all, I am a strong girl. I mean, I chased Vash The Stampede around the desert for the longest time. But no, that Meryl's been long dead . She died the day that she realized that Vash wasn't coming back. She shut herself off from the rest of the world. She pushed everyone away, everyday just sitting, waiting in front of the window for the one she loved to come back to her. Of course none of her 'whys' could be answered, as they were only incoherent breaths on the wind.
"Why, Vash? Why did you leave me?"
Ah, but why dwell in the past anyway, right? I mean, it's not like it matters anyway. Destiny probably just had this planned out for me. I remember when I thought my 'destiny' was to be a boring, non-exciting insurance girl. And then I met Vash, and in the blink of an eye, my entire world was turned upside down, shaken, stirred, and tied into a knot. He taught me so much, and questioned everything I thought I knew. He was such a beautiful, wonderful person. I can honestly say that I would have given anything to be with that man. But it's too late now, I guess. I suppose I really couldn't have made him stay, but something tells me that if I'd told him how I felt, he might have been persuaded to return.
But, even now, there's still a sliver of hope inside of me that one day, after all of this searching, all of this pain, I'll turn a corner and bump into him, and he'll smile at me and say: "Hey insurance girl, how have you been?" And I guess that's what keeps the memory of Meryl Stryfe alive. The wish, the hope of hearing his voice again, of looking into those big, innocent eyes.
"There's something wrong with your left leg." The hell?
"What?" I ask ignorantly. staring down at the young man cloaked in black. I can't see his face or anything, but something about him is insanely familiar.
"Your left leg. there's something wrong with it. You favor the right when you walk. Please, come inside." He gestured warmly, standing up, the cloak still covering his face.
I'm sure he's a bounty hunter or something, just waiting to jump up, grab me and take me in for the reward. Not like it was all that much money. I was only wanted for murder. Murder of, guess who? Gasp, Miss Meryl Stryfe of the Bernardelli Insurance society. Yep. I killed myself. Don't you just love the justice system? Ah. I guess I could have just gone and taken care of it, but for some reason, I didn't. I guess I must've liked the exciting life of an outlaw. Or maybe I was just afraid. Afraid to go back to my old life, back to being simple Meryl Stryfe. Maybe I was scared that it would remind me of him, and everything else I lost. But whatever the reason, I didn't. I decided to 'live in the shadows' for the rest of my life. Which probably won't be too much longer, if I keep spacing out like this. "Miss, please come inside."
"Huh? Oh, thanks but no thanks. My leg's just fine." I turn to walk away, but he grabs onto my shoulder.
"Please. Miss. Come. Inside." He says in a sort of final tone that I swear that I've heard somewhere before. He's ushering me into the shabby doorway, past the shabby couch and chairs, and sitting me down at the shabby kitchen table. Not that I'm a big material girl or anything, but this place is just kind of crappy.
I'm eyeing him nervously, and waiting for him to pull a gun on me and yell how he's 'got me and gonna take me in for the reward, bwahahaha'.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bounty hunter." He smiles at me, and I try to pretend not to look completely terrified, failing miserably. Is he reading my mind? "Nope. I'm just really good at reading people's expressions. And then I think how this has to be Vash. It's a pretty stupid theory, but, hey, you never know, right? And then, in three simple words, my theory was shot, killed, and buried. "My sister Rachel says that I can see into people's souls... Y'know, to see if they're good or not. Any you are good Miss... Wait! I never introduced myself. My name's Knives. What's yours?" I look at him funny for a minute. Hey, wasn't that Vash's brother's name? Hm.
"I'm Mer-" I replied absentmindedly, stopping myself before I finished.
"Your name's Mer?" He looked at me funny.
"Uh... yeah, um... no. My name's Merry." I said, mentally kicking myself for the ingenious name I managed to come up with. I hated that nickname. That's what my sisters always called me.
"Like Merry Christmas?" He laughed a little, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you." He reached his hand out to shake mine, and the cloak fell off of his head, revealing unruly blonde hair, and dazzling blue eyes.
"...Nice to meet you." I say, taking his hand, and smiling.
"Hey! I almost forgot about your leg! Please let me look at it!" I frowned. I had lied before, my leg was messed up, but I doubted if he could fix it. It was a gunshot wound. I had been running from bounty hunters. They shot me twice. The first bullet had just grazed my side, the other plunging into my left leg. Finally I had lost them. They probably just figured that I'd crawl somewhere into the middle of the desert, shrivel up and die. After all, the bounty wasn't any good if I was dead. But I ran anyway, for what seemed like iles and iles until I was sure I'd lost them. I hadn't managed to get the bullet out of my leg, but I had stopped the bleeding and bandaged it up halfway decently. It was, to my surprise, heaving very nicely.
I explained everything to him. He made me sit on the table, and he had hiked my pants leg up and was trying to figure out how to get the bandages off when the front screen door creaked open, and slammed shut.
"Brother, we're home!" A shorter woman stepped into the kitchen, carrying a brown paper sack. Her long blonde hair fell into her eyes, and she almost dropped the bag when she saw me sitting on the table. She slid the strangely familiar yellow sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, and she produced the weirdest smile I'd ever seen in my life. "Awww, Knivesie's got a giiirlfriend! How kawaii is that!"
"N-no! Rachel! It's nothing like that!" He blushed fiercely, standing and throwing his hands up defensively.
...And then my thought pattern was permanently damaged.
"Rachel, what did I tell you about slamming that damn screen door?!" My heart leapt out of my ribcage as the familiar voice enters the kitchen. It's (I was thinking about making it a cliffhanger, but since Erika kept telling me that everyone already knows who it's gonna be, and since I really hate cliffhangers anyway, I just decided to keep going ^^U) Vash!
He looks the same as he did ten years ago, minus the red coat and yellow sunglasses. I don't think he recognizes me though, and quite honestly, I don't blame him. I look different. A lot different. My hair is almost to my elbows, and everything else about me probably looks really shabby.
He stares at me for a moment, and walks over and wraps his arms around me. I'm speechless. My insides freeze, and all I can do is stand there. Also that may be because he's holding me so tight. It's actually kind of nice.
"Uh... Uncle what in the hell are you doing?" Rachel says. Meanwhile, I'm still being smothered.
He backs away. "I-i'm sorry, it's just that you remind me of someone I used to know." And automatically, I know he's talking about Rem. Maybe I look like her now that my hair is longer. He laughed nervously. "So, what's your name?"
"Uh, I'm Merry." My cheeks are turning a lovely shade of red, and I try to hide it by pulling my hair into my face.
He chokes a little. "Well, Merry, I don't know how long you'll be staying, but welcome to the family."
"We get to keep her? Sugoi!" Rachel shrieks. "It'll be so cool to have another girl around, they get on my nerves all the time!" She laughs, and Knives smirks.
"Another girl? I don't even see the first one!" Blam. He falls to the ground holding his head, and Rachel is holding a silver gun.
"Rachel! What did I tell you about hurting people on purpose?"
"Uncle Vash! He deserved it! You heard him!" He looked at her sternly, and she huffs out of the room. "I'm gonna go see Brian. Bye Uncle, bye Asshole." Her voice became sugary and friendly as she yelled; "Bye Merry-chan!" The screen door slammed.
"She'll never stop doing that." Sighing, he stepped over Knives, who was still out cold in the middle of the floor, and over to the sink.
He looked up and smiled at me. "So, what do you want for dinner?" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Soooo, what didya think of the first chapter? Well, I hope you liked it! R+R! And well... yeah that's about it. Love, StungunMilly
I often wonder why. Why we exist, why Vash loved donuts so much, why Milly was always so happy. You know, just why. I really don't know why. Heh, I guess that's another why to add to my list of 'Whys'. Why do I wonder why? Okay. Now I think I'm going insane. It must be this heat. If I weren't such a modest woman, I'd be stripped down to bare flesh. But since I am, I guess I have no choice to bear it. After all, I am a strong girl. I mean, I chased Vash The Stampede around the desert for the longest time. But no, that Meryl's been long dead . She died the day that she realized that Vash wasn't coming back. She shut herself off from the rest of the world. She pushed everyone away, everyday just sitting, waiting in front of the window for the one she loved to come back to her. Of course none of her 'whys' could be answered, as they were only incoherent breaths on the wind.
"Why, Vash? Why did you leave me?"
Ah, but why dwell in the past anyway, right? I mean, it's not like it matters anyway. Destiny probably just had this planned out for me. I remember when I thought my 'destiny' was to be a boring, non-exciting insurance girl. And then I met Vash, and in the blink of an eye, my entire world was turned upside down, shaken, stirred, and tied into a knot. He taught me so much, and questioned everything I thought I knew. He was such a beautiful, wonderful person. I can honestly say that I would have given anything to be with that man. But it's too late now, I guess. I suppose I really couldn't have made him stay, but something tells me that if I'd told him how I felt, he might have been persuaded to return.
But, even now, there's still a sliver of hope inside of me that one day, after all of this searching, all of this pain, I'll turn a corner and bump into him, and he'll smile at me and say: "Hey insurance girl, how have you been?" And I guess that's what keeps the memory of Meryl Stryfe alive. The wish, the hope of hearing his voice again, of looking into those big, innocent eyes.
"There's something wrong with your left leg." The hell?
"What?" I ask ignorantly. staring down at the young man cloaked in black. I can't see his face or anything, but something about him is insanely familiar.
"Your left leg. there's something wrong with it. You favor the right when you walk. Please, come inside." He gestured warmly, standing up, the cloak still covering his face.
I'm sure he's a bounty hunter or something, just waiting to jump up, grab me and take me in for the reward. Not like it was all that much money. I was only wanted for murder. Murder of, guess who? Gasp, Miss Meryl Stryfe of the Bernardelli Insurance society. Yep. I killed myself. Don't you just love the justice system? Ah. I guess I could have just gone and taken care of it, but for some reason, I didn't. I guess I must've liked the exciting life of an outlaw. Or maybe I was just afraid. Afraid to go back to my old life, back to being simple Meryl Stryfe. Maybe I was scared that it would remind me of him, and everything else I lost. But whatever the reason, I didn't. I decided to 'live in the shadows' for the rest of my life. Which probably won't be too much longer, if I keep spacing out like this. "Miss, please come inside."
"Huh? Oh, thanks but no thanks. My leg's just fine." I turn to walk away, but he grabs onto my shoulder.
"Please. Miss. Come. Inside." He says in a sort of final tone that I swear that I've heard somewhere before. He's ushering me into the shabby doorway, past the shabby couch and chairs, and sitting me down at the shabby kitchen table. Not that I'm a big material girl or anything, but this place is just kind of crappy.
I'm eyeing him nervously, and waiting for him to pull a gun on me and yell how he's 'got me and gonna take me in for the reward, bwahahaha'.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bounty hunter." He smiles at me, and I try to pretend not to look completely terrified, failing miserably. Is he reading my mind? "Nope. I'm just really good at reading people's expressions. And then I think how this has to be Vash. It's a pretty stupid theory, but, hey, you never know, right? And then, in three simple words, my theory was shot, killed, and buried. "My sister Rachel says that I can see into people's souls... Y'know, to see if they're good or not. Any you are good Miss... Wait! I never introduced myself. My name's Knives. What's yours?" I look at him funny for a minute. Hey, wasn't that Vash's brother's name? Hm.
"I'm Mer-" I replied absentmindedly, stopping myself before I finished.
"Your name's Mer?" He looked at me funny.
"Uh... yeah, um... no. My name's Merry." I said, mentally kicking myself for the ingenious name I managed to come up with. I hated that nickname. That's what my sisters always called me.
"Like Merry Christmas?" He laughed a little, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you." He reached his hand out to shake mine, and the cloak fell off of his head, revealing unruly blonde hair, and dazzling blue eyes.
"...Nice to meet you." I say, taking his hand, and smiling.
"Hey! I almost forgot about your leg! Please let me look at it!" I frowned. I had lied before, my leg was messed up, but I doubted if he could fix it. It was a gunshot wound. I had been running from bounty hunters. They shot me twice. The first bullet had just grazed my side, the other plunging into my left leg. Finally I had lost them. They probably just figured that I'd crawl somewhere into the middle of the desert, shrivel up and die. After all, the bounty wasn't any good if I was dead. But I ran anyway, for what seemed like iles and iles until I was sure I'd lost them. I hadn't managed to get the bullet out of my leg, but I had stopped the bleeding and bandaged it up halfway decently. It was, to my surprise, heaving very nicely.
I explained everything to him. He made me sit on the table, and he had hiked my pants leg up and was trying to figure out how to get the bandages off when the front screen door creaked open, and slammed shut.
"Brother, we're home!" A shorter woman stepped into the kitchen, carrying a brown paper sack. Her long blonde hair fell into her eyes, and she almost dropped the bag when she saw me sitting on the table. She slid the strangely familiar yellow sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, and she produced the weirdest smile I'd ever seen in my life. "Awww, Knivesie's got a giiirlfriend! How kawaii is that!"
"N-no! Rachel! It's nothing like that!" He blushed fiercely, standing and throwing his hands up defensively.
...And then my thought pattern was permanently damaged.
"Rachel, what did I tell you about slamming that damn screen door?!" My heart leapt out of my ribcage as the familiar voice enters the kitchen. It's (I was thinking about making it a cliffhanger, but since Erika kept telling me that everyone already knows who it's gonna be, and since I really hate cliffhangers anyway, I just decided to keep going ^^U) Vash!
He looks the same as he did ten years ago, minus the red coat and yellow sunglasses. I don't think he recognizes me though, and quite honestly, I don't blame him. I look different. A lot different. My hair is almost to my elbows, and everything else about me probably looks really shabby.
He stares at me for a moment, and walks over and wraps his arms around me. I'm speechless. My insides freeze, and all I can do is stand there. Also that may be because he's holding me so tight. It's actually kind of nice.
"Uh... Uncle what in the hell are you doing?" Rachel says. Meanwhile, I'm still being smothered.
He backs away. "I-i'm sorry, it's just that you remind me of someone I used to know." And automatically, I know he's talking about Rem. Maybe I look like her now that my hair is longer. He laughed nervously. "So, what's your name?"
"Uh, I'm Merry." My cheeks are turning a lovely shade of red, and I try to hide it by pulling my hair into my face.
He chokes a little. "Well, Merry, I don't know how long you'll be staying, but welcome to the family."
"We get to keep her? Sugoi!" Rachel shrieks. "It'll be so cool to have another girl around, they get on my nerves all the time!" She laughs, and Knives smirks.
"Another girl? I don't even see the first one!" Blam. He falls to the ground holding his head, and Rachel is holding a silver gun.
"Rachel! What did I tell you about hurting people on purpose?"
"Uncle Vash! He deserved it! You heard him!" He looked at her sternly, and she huffs out of the room. "I'm gonna go see Brian. Bye Uncle, bye Asshole." Her voice became sugary and friendly as she yelled; "Bye Merry-chan!" The screen door slammed.
"She'll never stop doing that." Sighing, he stepped over Knives, who was still out cold in the middle of the floor, and over to the sink.
He looked up and smiled at me. "So, what do you want for dinner?" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Soooo, what didya think of the first chapter? Well, I hope you liked it! R+R! And well... yeah that's about it. Love, StungunMilly