Untitled Until Further Notice
S-chan The Great (Formerly StungunMilly)
Chapter 2
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Wow. You guys reviewed. I feel so special. And I was even added to an author's favorite list. *gets starry eyed* I'M SOOO HAPPY! Uh... but anyway, This chapter is in Knives (Jr)'s POV. If ya like it, REVIEW! T'would make me so happy ^^ Disclaimer: And now for a poem. Trigun is not mine, Me no own-ie So please do not sue, You'll get no mo-ney ^^
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You know how sometimes, you have a question and you know exactly what you wanna say, but you don't say anything because you're afraid you'll say the wrong thing and piss everyone off? Well, that's how I felt sitting at dinner with Merry and my uncle.
I wanted to know why. Why he was staring at her with that look in his eyes. That 'I'm about to jump off of a building because I'm so sad' look that I've never seen before. No, scratch that. I have seen that look before... the day my mother died. The day Vash became our guardian. The day our lives changed forever. He had looked at me with those eyes, picked me up and cried into my shoulder.
"...Why did he do it?"
I can still remember everything that happened on my last seven birthdays. Every year it was always the same. Vash would get Rachel and I both great presents, and hide them from us. we would look all over for them, but we would never find them. And then on our birthday, he would wake us up really early, and give us the best presents we could ever dream of. But Rachel was never really happy. Sure she would smile and laugh and thank him, but inside, she was crying.
And every night on our birthday, I would hear her talking. Talking to our mother.
"Mommy... I just want it to be you, Daddy, me, Knives, and Uncle Vash again... Please Mommy... It hurts..." And then she would cry. Cry loud enough to wake the dead... And that may have been what she was trying to do.
And every year, Vash and I would run over to her bed and ask her what was wrong. And every year, she'd pull out our father's black gun that she always kept under her pillow, and hold it to her temple. She'd cry even harder, and scream:
"Leave me alone! One step closer and I'll shoot! I swear I will!"
And then after a few minutes of pleading with her, we'd just go back to bed. She'd cry herself to sleep, and the next day no one would talk about it. It was like nothing had happened at all.
Now it was only 6 days until our birthday, and I hoped that Merry's presence would comfort her. All I could do, was hope.
That night, Rachel didn't come home for dinner. We figured that she was probably eating at Brian's house. Brian was really the only person besides Uncle Vash and myself that Rachel was ever able to get close to. She despised humans. And I guess... That I can't really blame her. They had beat her, almost to death. And if Vash hadn't saved her, they probably would have.
They thought that she did it. They said that she was a monster...
...And, to tell you the truth, in the beginning I blamed her as well. I blamed her for not trying to stop him. I was too young to realize that if she had tried to stop him, he would've killed her as well. And I hate myself for that. If I had lost her, there would be no point in living. No matter what she says, she's my little sister. And because of that, I have to protect her.
And somehow, I knew that Merry was like my sister in a lot of ways. She was searching, hiding, and running, all at the same time. It saddened me to look at the layers of hope, fear, and angst in her blue-gray eyes.
Dinner was unusually quiet. Even when it was just Vash and me, we always found something relatively interesting to talk about. And I thought it was supposed to be easier to find something to talk about when there were more people. Heh, guess I thought wrong.
And then, I attempted to break the silence. Man, what an idiot I am.
"So Merry, where are you from?" Stupid, stupid me. She looked at me like a deer in the headlights. I didn't know that a person's eyes could get so big.
She looked down. "I-I'm sorry... but I can't tell you... If you'd like... I'll leave now..." She stood up and sat her fork on the table. Vash stood up with her.
"No, Please. Don't go. Your past is really irrelevant. What matters is that you're here now." I desperately tried to read their expressions. Anger? Fear? Joy? For the first time in my life, I was stumped. But I could tell that something was eating both of them alive, and they couldn't tell anyone what it was.
Yet again, I tried to break the uncomfortable silence. "Uh... I think I'm gonna go look for my sister." I stood and walked into the living room and through the front door.
"Okay! Don't be out too late!" He always seemed to misinterpret me. Apparently, in the language of Vash, 'I'm gonna go look for my sister' meant 'I'm gonna go get real drunk and go womanizing with my friends.' Me? Have friends? Hah Hah, I don't think so. Lets just say I'm not really a people person, and I wouldn't exactly call myself a womanizer, after all, I really don't get out much.
Sure, I'll have a crush or two every once in a while, but other than that. I really don't see the point, anyway. Bah, humbug.
But Rachel was different. She believed in true love and all that junk. And that's what worried me. She had a crush on Brian -not that either of them would realize it- and I was afraid that she'd mistake those feelings for true love and do something she'd live to regret. And in no way possible did I trust Brian. He and I used to be friends, and then him and Rachel started hanging out together. The two of them were so close, that something had to be going on.
But no, my uncle wouldn't believe me. He told me that Brian and Rachel were just best friends.
Best friends my ass.
Anyway, I decided to just let Merry and my Uncle be, thinking how I'd probably to come back to them making out on the couch or something. Deciding that would be mentally and emotionally crippling, I began to walk down the dusty road. People as usual stopped what they were doing and looked at me funny, and I just waved.
As I came to their spot, -yes, that's their spot, as in Rachel and Brian's spot. See? Like I said before, best friends my ass. But anyway, I came to their spot, to hear them having a heated romantic discussion.
...Or something like that.
"I like the ones with powdered sugar better." He said to her, looking from the sky over at her. She made a face at him, and did our uncles trademark love and peace sign.
"Chocolate covered all the way!" He laughed and she made another face at him.
"Powdered." He lowered his face closer to hers. She smirked.
"CHOCOLATE!!!" She tackled him. She looked so happy, so carefree when she was with him. Her eyes were the deepest cerulean, not the dull cloudy blue that they were usually.
I watched from the bushes as not to be seen. And I was kind of hoping that they would find me. Their situation was going downhill faster than a flaming manure wagon (//A/N: O.o I don't know how fast that is, but ya know, it sounds funny ^^()//).
She smiled and slid her fingers into his dark brown hair, scratching his scalp (//Erika:WTF?//).
"That hurts." He grabbed her wrists and pulled them down. A relatively large horizontal scar across her wrist caught his eye, and he turned her arm around to examine it.
She pulled her arm away, looking away. "D-don't look at that."
I felt like going to save her, because without even seeing it, I knew what she was talking about.
Her suicide scars.
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So, What did ya think? I don't really like this chapter, it drags on, it does provide some story about Knives jr. and Rachel, and I guess it's important to do that, but I'm afraid everyone will be mad at me for not showing Meryl and Vash very much. It's not that long, either, but since I'm going on vacation on Sunday, I wanted to get it out before Saturday, so that I didn't have to wait until after my holiday. I'll write chappy 3 while in the car or something. So anyway, hope ya like it, and thanks for reading, please review, flame me, praise me, do whatever. BUT REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!!! Erika: -.-()
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Wow. You guys reviewed. I feel so special. And I was even added to an author's favorite list. *gets starry eyed* I'M SOOO HAPPY! Uh... but anyway, This chapter is in Knives (Jr)'s POV. If ya like it, REVIEW! T'would make me so happy ^^ Disclaimer: And now for a poem. Trigun is not mine, Me no own-ie So please do not sue, You'll get no mo-ney ^^
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You know how sometimes, you have a question and you know exactly what you wanna say, but you don't say anything because you're afraid you'll say the wrong thing and piss everyone off? Well, that's how I felt sitting at dinner with Merry and my uncle.
I wanted to know why. Why he was staring at her with that look in his eyes. That 'I'm about to jump off of a building because I'm so sad' look that I've never seen before. No, scratch that. I have seen that look before... the day my mother died. The day Vash became our guardian. The day our lives changed forever. He had looked at me with those eyes, picked me up and cried into my shoulder.
"...Why did he do it?"
I can still remember everything that happened on my last seven birthdays. Every year it was always the same. Vash would get Rachel and I both great presents, and hide them from us. we would look all over for them, but we would never find them. And then on our birthday, he would wake us up really early, and give us the best presents we could ever dream of. But Rachel was never really happy. Sure she would smile and laugh and thank him, but inside, she was crying.
And every night on our birthday, I would hear her talking. Talking to our mother.
"Mommy... I just want it to be you, Daddy, me, Knives, and Uncle Vash again... Please Mommy... It hurts..." And then she would cry. Cry loud enough to wake the dead... And that may have been what she was trying to do.
And every year, Vash and I would run over to her bed and ask her what was wrong. And every year, she'd pull out our father's black gun that she always kept under her pillow, and hold it to her temple. She'd cry even harder, and scream:
"Leave me alone! One step closer and I'll shoot! I swear I will!"
And then after a few minutes of pleading with her, we'd just go back to bed. She'd cry herself to sleep, and the next day no one would talk about it. It was like nothing had happened at all.
Now it was only 6 days until our birthday, and I hoped that Merry's presence would comfort her. All I could do, was hope.
That night, Rachel didn't come home for dinner. We figured that she was probably eating at Brian's house. Brian was really the only person besides Uncle Vash and myself that Rachel was ever able to get close to. She despised humans. And I guess... That I can't really blame her. They had beat her, almost to death. And if Vash hadn't saved her, they probably would have.
They thought that she did it. They said that she was a monster...
...And, to tell you the truth, in the beginning I blamed her as well. I blamed her for not trying to stop him. I was too young to realize that if she had tried to stop him, he would've killed her as well. And I hate myself for that. If I had lost her, there would be no point in living. No matter what she says, she's my little sister. And because of that, I have to protect her.
And somehow, I knew that Merry was like my sister in a lot of ways. She was searching, hiding, and running, all at the same time. It saddened me to look at the layers of hope, fear, and angst in her blue-gray eyes.
Dinner was unusually quiet. Even when it was just Vash and me, we always found something relatively interesting to talk about. And I thought it was supposed to be easier to find something to talk about when there were more people. Heh, guess I thought wrong.
And then, I attempted to break the silence. Man, what an idiot I am.
"So Merry, where are you from?" Stupid, stupid me. She looked at me like a deer in the headlights. I didn't know that a person's eyes could get so big.
She looked down. "I-I'm sorry... but I can't tell you... If you'd like... I'll leave now..." She stood up and sat her fork on the table. Vash stood up with her.
"No, Please. Don't go. Your past is really irrelevant. What matters is that you're here now." I desperately tried to read their expressions. Anger? Fear? Joy? For the first time in my life, I was stumped. But I could tell that something was eating both of them alive, and they couldn't tell anyone what it was.
Yet again, I tried to break the uncomfortable silence. "Uh... I think I'm gonna go look for my sister." I stood and walked into the living room and through the front door.
"Okay! Don't be out too late!" He always seemed to misinterpret me. Apparently, in the language of Vash, 'I'm gonna go look for my sister' meant 'I'm gonna go get real drunk and go womanizing with my friends.' Me? Have friends? Hah Hah, I don't think so. Lets just say I'm not really a people person, and I wouldn't exactly call myself a womanizer, after all, I really don't get out much.
Sure, I'll have a crush or two every once in a while, but other than that. I really don't see the point, anyway. Bah, humbug.
But Rachel was different. She believed in true love and all that junk. And that's what worried me. She had a crush on Brian -not that either of them would realize it- and I was afraid that she'd mistake those feelings for true love and do something she'd live to regret. And in no way possible did I trust Brian. He and I used to be friends, and then him and Rachel started hanging out together. The two of them were so close, that something had to be going on.
But no, my uncle wouldn't believe me. He told me that Brian and Rachel were just best friends.
Best friends my ass.
Anyway, I decided to just let Merry and my Uncle be, thinking how I'd probably to come back to them making out on the couch or something. Deciding that would be mentally and emotionally crippling, I began to walk down the dusty road. People as usual stopped what they were doing and looked at me funny, and I just waved.
As I came to their spot, -yes, that's their spot, as in Rachel and Brian's spot. See? Like I said before, best friends my ass. But anyway, I came to their spot, to hear them having a heated romantic discussion.
...Or something like that.
"I like the ones with powdered sugar better." He said to her, looking from the sky over at her. She made a face at him, and did our uncles trademark love and peace sign.
"Chocolate covered all the way!" He laughed and she made another face at him.
"Powdered." He lowered his face closer to hers. She smirked.
"CHOCOLATE!!!" She tackled him. She looked so happy, so carefree when she was with him. Her eyes were the deepest cerulean, not the dull cloudy blue that they were usually.
I watched from the bushes as not to be seen. And I was kind of hoping that they would find me. Their situation was going downhill faster than a flaming manure wagon (//A/N: O.o I don't know how fast that is, but ya know, it sounds funny ^^()//).
She smiled and slid her fingers into his dark brown hair, scratching his scalp (//Erika:WTF?//).
"That hurts." He grabbed her wrists and pulled them down. A relatively large horizontal scar across her wrist caught his eye, and he turned her arm around to examine it.
She pulled her arm away, looking away. "D-don't look at that."
I felt like going to save her, because without even seeing it, I knew what she was talking about.
Her suicide scars.
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So, What did ya think? I don't really like this chapter, it drags on, it does provide some story about Knives jr. and Rachel, and I guess it's important to do that, but I'm afraid everyone will be mad at me for not showing Meryl and Vash very much. It's not that long, either, but since I'm going on vacation on Sunday, I wanted to get it out before Saturday, so that I didn't have to wait until after my holiday. I'll write chappy 3 while in the car or something. So anyway, hope ya like it, and thanks for reading, please review, flame me, praise me, do whatever. BUT REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!!! Erika: -.-()
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