Untitled Until Further Notice
Chap 3
Vash
By S-chan the Great (formerly StungunMilly)
Uh ok, so I'm a little late. More like a month late, but At least I put it up, right? Ok, I'm so sorry... Please don't hate me. Cuz here it is!!! Enjoy!!! Oh BTW this is Vash POV and it is very mushy and romantic (at least I think so anyways... ) and towards the end, there is a lots of action ^^ And guess what else ^^ In repayment for my lateness I'll make this chappie full of special goodness, which is just another way of saying that it'll be longer. ^^ Does that sound good? Ok then, lets get this show on the road!!! ^^ Oh btw, thanks to everyone who reviewed ^^ (HUZZAH TO YOU!!) I would reply to all reviewers, but I'm just too lazy right now. ^^ Maybe I'll do it on the last chapter... Keep your fingers crossed ^^;;
Disclaimer: Yes, more poetry fun from S-chan!! I don't own Trigun, That I do not. I kinda wish I did though... Cuz Vash is really hot ^^ (er. yeah. ^^;;)
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It's a kind of a gut feeling, a strange assurance from seemingly nowhere. A mixed bag of hope, frustration and fear. That was the closest I had come to an even halfway cohertant explanation of the way I was feeling now.
'It's her' My mind kept repeating over and over. And it was her. The girl I left behind what was it, ten years ago? I know it sounds stupid, but time passes so slowly when you're a plant. You grow so fast, and then you live forever in suspended animation, you stop aging at twenty something. Rachel and Knives (jr.) are only nine years old, but they already look like kids in their late teens. They're hybrids, not completely plant, not completely human. That's why we had to move so often when they were younger.
And to say that it's suspended animation is horrible, even though that's what it is. Most of your loved ones die, and you have to live on. Forever and ever. It's horrible, to live in this circle...
...But outside of my circle of suspended animation, Meryl had changed. Don't get me wrong, she was still really pretty but. she wasn't the Meryl I knew. That sounds so stupid because, now that I think about it, I really didn't know her at all. She was just my traveling companion for a while but. she was more. It was so strange; I felt such a connection to her. And it wasn't just because she looked so much like Rem, (even though she did), She actually had many of her mannerisms, even though she didn't act like it most of the time. And. I loved the way she could put me in my place. I loved her. Every part of her.
After my confrontation with Knives, I was going to go back, I really was, but I just got so preoccupied. First Knives and Jez (//A/N: More O/Cs!! Yay- ness//) got married and had Knives (jr.) and Rachel, and then. It happened, and I had to take care of Knives (jr.) and Rachel. I suppose. That maybe I was also afraid of what I'd see if I went back. I was afraid that she'd hate me, or that she wouldn't even be there anymore. And that's what scared me the most back then, and I suppose it's what scares me now. Is it really her? Or was all of this just my wishful thinking? I hope not...
"Uh... Mr. Vash?" I snap back into reality, to realize that I'm staring at 'Merry' and my fork is hanging out of my mouth. "...Um... pardon me if I'm rude but... how long do you plan on staring at me like that?" It shoots me through the heart how polite she's being, and I start to think that maybe it isn't really her.
"Oh um, my fault. I'm sorry it's just that..." I lose my tongue. I absolutely don't know what to say, which is really unusual for me.
'Come on you dumbass, say something!' My mind boomed at me. //Erika:-.- Great. You made Vash insane.//
"...It's just that what?" I look at her again, noting the almost hopeful look in her eyes.
"It's just that... you look..." Suddenly I notice a spot of spaghetti sauce on her nose, which cues the funnyman in me. "...So beautiful. Your nose especially. Tomato sauce really suits you." You can almost see the steam pour out of her ears, and I can tell that she's fighting to be polite. She uses her napkin to wipe it away, and then stands up.
"Excuse me. I'm going to the bathroom." She snaps at me. I really didn't mean to make her angry, I just wanted to be funny. I stand up.
"I didn't mean to piss you off... I was trying to make you laugh. you don't seem very cheerful, well, you never were very chee- ...Er... What I mean to say is..." I babble on like a buffoon for about a half of a minute, not really making any sense at all. And she thinks it's funny. She's so mean.
She giggles and I make a weird face at her. Her smiling face is almost more than I can take. I want, no, need to be close to her. I walk over to her, looking into her bluish eyes. I stand right in front of her, towering over her. I wrap my arms around her small, perfect figure. She blushes furiously.
"W-what are you doing?" She stutters out, and I actually realize what I'm doing. She jerks away, and I just stand there, dumbstruck. She quickly begins to clear the table. "...I'll help with the dishes."
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I should have figured that sleeping arrangements would be a problem. There are only two bedrooms in the house. Knives and Rachel have to share the big one, with their beds in opposite corners of the room, and I get the small room. It actually isn't too small, But it isn't the biggest room in the world, either.
And both Rachel and Knives (jr.) would be pissed if Meryl slept in one of their beds, so, I really had no choice. I offered Meryl my bed.
"But... where will you sleep?" She looks at me with concern.
"The couch." I smile, trying to make it sound more positive than the reality of it is. I mean, there isn't anything wrong with the couch, it's just that it's well, old. And kind of uncomfortable... Too bad we can't share the bed...
"Um... are you sure? I can take the couch, no problem..." I smile.
"No, no, you're our guest! I'll be fine on the couch." She doesn't look convinced.
"Okay well, I offered." She huffs and I laugh.
We stand in silence for a minute. "Do... do you wanna take a shower?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah..."
I go to the linen closet and get out a towel for her, then go into Rachel and Knives' room, and get a pair of Rachel's pajamas for her to wear. I hand everything to her.
"The pajama pants might be a little big, Rachel's kinda tall." I tell her, sitting down on the couch.
"Oh, they'll be fine. Thank you."
"No problem." She heads for the bathroom, and I lay my head back and try to nap. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get very much sleep tonight. //Erika: O.O WTF?!//
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I stared at her for the longest time. I stood over her, observing everything about her sleeping form. How her chest rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing, how her nose twitched every once in a while, I took a mental picture of everything about her. Many times I fought the urge to reach out and run my finger up her cheek. I wanted to touch her. //Erika: O.O I have been scarred for life...// I wanted to feel her skin against mine.
I smiled as I brushed a piece of her now longer hair from her face, I took time to trace her jaw line, touch her soft eyelids and feel her lips. I decided that I would be forever content just like this, being able to watch her sleep, no matter how perverted it sounds.
And then I got the scare of my lifetime. As I was watching her sleep, staring at her face and minding my own business, she opened her eyes and stared right back at me. We just stayed like that for a moment, eyes boring into each other's souls...
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" I slam to the ground, smiling all the way. It really was like old times.
I drag myself up, laughing nervously. She's sitting up in her bed, with her blanket pulled up to her chest, looking at me with the sort of look you see right before someone goes insane and kills you. Well, I guess that's what it's like, anyway.
"W-why are you here?" She stammers.
"Well. I live here."
"That's not what I meant!!!" Uh-oh. in my quest to make her laugh, I just seem to have pissed her off even more. D'oh, I'm so smart.
"Um." I stand there, looking at her, realizing all over again (for about the 10th time that day) how beautiful she was. I start to walk over to her, and without really even realizing it, I sit on the edge of her bed. She looks absolutely terrified, and I am absolutely terrified, even though I didn't show it. "...I'm sorry..." I look down.
"It's ...It's alright..." She looks down too, relaxing her arms into her lap, taking the blanket with her.
'Don't just stand there like an idiot! Do something! Sweep her into your arms, declare your undying love for her!' I really need to get that thing fixed. Last time I gave in to my inner voice, I ended up looking like an ass. 'Hello, you are an ass.' Grr.
And then I did something that I'm sure surprised us both. I leaned over and placed my lips on hers. She flinched, and after a moment she broke apart.
"Meryl..." I trailed off, getting a stunned look.
"...What did you call me?" I smirked. This would surely piss her off.
"I'm sorry... If you don't want anyone to call you by you name, then I guess we can't- OOMPH!" She tackles me, with much, much more power than I would have expected from such a little body. But I guess, living a life like mine, you come to expect the unexpected. //A/N: OMG I am soooo gonna get sued by nelvana for that . (The crappy dub of CCS, expect the unexpected, get it? Oh, nevermind.)//
For the longest time, she just sits there, hugging me, and I can tell by the way she's breathing and the noises she's making that she's crying. I absentmindedly stroke her hair, wrapping my other arm around her waist. She lifts her head, and in one swift movement, her lips are on mine. My head spins.
We sit, our lips melting into eachother. And then I feel a piece of cold, hard metal touch my soft temple.
Meryl and I quickly break away from each other. I gasp, and Meryl stares, terrified.
"...Knives?" I manage to stutter to him, thoughts of the problems that my brother had faced shooting into my mind.
Meryl continues to stare at him. "Knives, what are you doing?"
"...Please... help me..." He looks like a zombie, pale and really out of it.
Rachel hurtles through the doorway. "Knives! Stop it!" She screams repeatedly, but it has no effect. Even though It's hard for me to admit it, fear was starting to rise inside of me. Was he really going to shoot me?
"KNIVES!!!" She screams again, and he turns to her, taking the gun from my head and slapping her cheek with it. She catches herself before she falls, before falling into a heap and sobbing.
I had quite often found Rachel crying. Many times she'd lock herself in the bathroom, and through the door, you could hear her sobbing violently. Sometimes she would stay in there all day, at midnight she would finally emerge, her face damp and as red as a tomato. And it bothered Knives (jr.) to no end, because he always felt that it was his fault.
Both Rachel and Knives have had a difficult life. Sometimes, I think even more so than my brother and I. Especially Rachel.
Knives (jr.) had his own problems but Rach... Rachel witnessed a murder. She saw her mother die. Then she was accused of committing it, and beat. Badly. Within an inch of her life, she was - no, I was lucky I got there in time to stop them. So at the tender age of 1 //A/N: she's half plant (or something like that ^.~) so when she was 1, she looks and acts like she's about 5.// she had experienced more pain- both mentally and physically-than most people are put through in their entire life.
...Not that she'd ever say anything about it. Rachel, though she may not seem like it, is really a reserved and kept-to-herself person. Knives (jr.) Is reserved too, but he's more open with his emotions.
...Which is why I'm wondering about this whole outburst of craziness thing. He isn't going to end up like his dad, is he?
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Next Chapter: SONGFIC!!! Okay maybe not, but still, I hope you tune in for the next chapter... It's gonna be great ^^ It'll be Rachel's POV and it'll be very action-packed, as I hope this story'll have only like two more chapters. And I promise I'll have it to ya before two weeks passes. No month here, at least, I hope not ^^;;; So R+R=Happy S-chan HEY YOU!!! GO REVIEW! (ok, that was lame, I admit it.)
Chap 3
Vash
By S-chan the Great (formerly StungunMilly)
Uh ok, so I'm a little late. More like a month late, but At least I put it up, right? Ok, I'm so sorry... Please don't hate me. Cuz here it is!!! Enjoy!!! Oh BTW this is Vash POV and it is very mushy and romantic (at least I think so anyways... ) and towards the end, there is a lots of action ^^ And guess what else ^^ In repayment for my lateness I'll make this chappie full of special goodness, which is just another way of saying that it'll be longer. ^^ Does that sound good? Ok then, lets get this show on the road!!! ^^ Oh btw, thanks to everyone who reviewed ^^ (HUZZAH TO YOU!!) I would reply to all reviewers, but I'm just too lazy right now. ^^ Maybe I'll do it on the last chapter... Keep your fingers crossed ^^;;
Disclaimer: Yes, more poetry fun from S-chan!! I don't own Trigun, That I do not. I kinda wish I did though... Cuz Vash is really hot ^^ (er. yeah. ^^;;)
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It's a kind of a gut feeling, a strange assurance from seemingly nowhere. A mixed bag of hope, frustration and fear. That was the closest I had come to an even halfway cohertant explanation of the way I was feeling now.
'It's her' My mind kept repeating over and over. And it was her. The girl I left behind what was it, ten years ago? I know it sounds stupid, but time passes so slowly when you're a plant. You grow so fast, and then you live forever in suspended animation, you stop aging at twenty something. Rachel and Knives (jr.) are only nine years old, but they already look like kids in their late teens. They're hybrids, not completely plant, not completely human. That's why we had to move so often when they were younger.
And to say that it's suspended animation is horrible, even though that's what it is. Most of your loved ones die, and you have to live on. Forever and ever. It's horrible, to live in this circle...
...But outside of my circle of suspended animation, Meryl had changed. Don't get me wrong, she was still really pretty but. she wasn't the Meryl I knew. That sounds so stupid because, now that I think about it, I really didn't know her at all. She was just my traveling companion for a while but. she was more. It was so strange; I felt such a connection to her. And it wasn't just because she looked so much like Rem, (even though she did), She actually had many of her mannerisms, even though she didn't act like it most of the time. And. I loved the way she could put me in my place. I loved her. Every part of her.
After my confrontation with Knives, I was going to go back, I really was, but I just got so preoccupied. First Knives and Jez (//A/N: More O/Cs!! Yay- ness//) got married and had Knives (jr.) and Rachel, and then. It happened, and I had to take care of Knives (jr.) and Rachel. I suppose. That maybe I was also afraid of what I'd see if I went back. I was afraid that she'd hate me, or that she wouldn't even be there anymore. And that's what scared me the most back then, and I suppose it's what scares me now. Is it really her? Or was all of this just my wishful thinking? I hope not...
"Uh... Mr. Vash?" I snap back into reality, to realize that I'm staring at 'Merry' and my fork is hanging out of my mouth. "...Um... pardon me if I'm rude but... how long do you plan on staring at me like that?" It shoots me through the heart how polite she's being, and I start to think that maybe it isn't really her.
"Oh um, my fault. I'm sorry it's just that..." I lose my tongue. I absolutely don't know what to say, which is really unusual for me.
'Come on you dumbass, say something!' My mind boomed at me. //Erika:-.- Great. You made Vash insane.//
"...It's just that what?" I look at her again, noting the almost hopeful look in her eyes.
"It's just that... you look..." Suddenly I notice a spot of spaghetti sauce on her nose, which cues the funnyman in me. "...So beautiful. Your nose especially. Tomato sauce really suits you." You can almost see the steam pour out of her ears, and I can tell that she's fighting to be polite. She uses her napkin to wipe it away, and then stands up.
"Excuse me. I'm going to the bathroom." She snaps at me. I really didn't mean to make her angry, I just wanted to be funny. I stand up.
"I didn't mean to piss you off... I was trying to make you laugh. you don't seem very cheerful, well, you never were very chee- ...Er... What I mean to say is..." I babble on like a buffoon for about a half of a minute, not really making any sense at all. And she thinks it's funny. She's so mean.
She giggles and I make a weird face at her. Her smiling face is almost more than I can take. I want, no, need to be close to her. I walk over to her, looking into her bluish eyes. I stand right in front of her, towering over her. I wrap my arms around her small, perfect figure. She blushes furiously.
"W-what are you doing?" She stutters out, and I actually realize what I'm doing. She jerks away, and I just stand there, dumbstruck. She quickly begins to clear the table. "...I'll help with the dishes."
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I should have figured that sleeping arrangements would be a problem. There are only two bedrooms in the house. Knives and Rachel have to share the big one, with their beds in opposite corners of the room, and I get the small room. It actually isn't too small, But it isn't the biggest room in the world, either.
And both Rachel and Knives (jr.) would be pissed if Meryl slept in one of their beds, so, I really had no choice. I offered Meryl my bed.
"But... where will you sleep?" She looks at me with concern.
"The couch." I smile, trying to make it sound more positive than the reality of it is. I mean, there isn't anything wrong with the couch, it's just that it's well, old. And kind of uncomfortable... Too bad we can't share the bed...
"Um... are you sure? I can take the couch, no problem..." I smile.
"No, no, you're our guest! I'll be fine on the couch." She doesn't look convinced.
"Okay well, I offered." She huffs and I laugh.
We stand in silence for a minute. "Do... do you wanna take a shower?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah..."
I go to the linen closet and get out a towel for her, then go into Rachel and Knives' room, and get a pair of Rachel's pajamas for her to wear. I hand everything to her.
"The pajama pants might be a little big, Rachel's kinda tall." I tell her, sitting down on the couch.
"Oh, they'll be fine. Thank you."
"No problem." She heads for the bathroom, and I lay my head back and try to nap. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get very much sleep tonight. //Erika: O.O WTF?!//
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I stared at her for the longest time. I stood over her, observing everything about her sleeping form. How her chest rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing, how her nose twitched every once in a while, I took a mental picture of everything about her. Many times I fought the urge to reach out and run my finger up her cheek. I wanted to touch her. //Erika: O.O I have been scarred for life...// I wanted to feel her skin against mine.
I smiled as I brushed a piece of her now longer hair from her face, I took time to trace her jaw line, touch her soft eyelids and feel her lips. I decided that I would be forever content just like this, being able to watch her sleep, no matter how perverted it sounds.
And then I got the scare of my lifetime. As I was watching her sleep, staring at her face and minding my own business, she opened her eyes and stared right back at me. We just stayed like that for a moment, eyes boring into each other's souls...
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" I slam to the ground, smiling all the way. It really was like old times.
I drag myself up, laughing nervously. She's sitting up in her bed, with her blanket pulled up to her chest, looking at me with the sort of look you see right before someone goes insane and kills you. Well, I guess that's what it's like, anyway.
"W-why are you here?" She stammers.
"Well. I live here."
"That's not what I meant!!!" Uh-oh. in my quest to make her laugh, I just seem to have pissed her off even more. D'oh, I'm so smart.
"Um." I stand there, looking at her, realizing all over again (for about the 10th time that day) how beautiful she was. I start to walk over to her, and without really even realizing it, I sit on the edge of her bed. She looks absolutely terrified, and I am absolutely terrified, even though I didn't show it. "...I'm sorry..." I look down.
"It's ...It's alright..." She looks down too, relaxing her arms into her lap, taking the blanket with her.
'Don't just stand there like an idiot! Do something! Sweep her into your arms, declare your undying love for her!' I really need to get that thing fixed. Last time I gave in to my inner voice, I ended up looking like an ass. 'Hello, you are an ass.' Grr.
And then I did something that I'm sure surprised us both. I leaned over and placed my lips on hers. She flinched, and after a moment she broke apart.
"Meryl..." I trailed off, getting a stunned look.
"...What did you call me?" I smirked. This would surely piss her off.
"I'm sorry... If you don't want anyone to call you by you name, then I guess we can't- OOMPH!" She tackles me, with much, much more power than I would have expected from such a little body. But I guess, living a life like mine, you come to expect the unexpected. //A/N: OMG I am soooo gonna get sued by nelvana for that . (The crappy dub of CCS, expect the unexpected, get it? Oh, nevermind.)//
For the longest time, she just sits there, hugging me, and I can tell by the way she's breathing and the noises she's making that she's crying. I absentmindedly stroke her hair, wrapping my other arm around her waist. She lifts her head, and in one swift movement, her lips are on mine. My head spins.
We sit, our lips melting into eachother. And then I feel a piece of cold, hard metal touch my soft temple.
Meryl and I quickly break away from each other. I gasp, and Meryl stares, terrified.
"...Knives?" I manage to stutter to him, thoughts of the problems that my brother had faced shooting into my mind.
Meryl continues to stare at him. "Knives, what are you doing?"
"...Please... help me..." He looks like a zombie, pale and really out of it.
Rachel hurtles through the doorway. "Knives! Stop it!" She screams repeatedly, but it has no effect. Even though It's hard for me to admit it, fear was starting to rise inside of me. Was he really going to shoot me?
"KNIVES!!!" She screams again, and he turns to her, taking the gun from my head and slapping her cheek with it. She catches herself before she falls, before falling into a heap and sobbing.
I had quite often found Rachel crying. Many times she'd lock herself in the bathroom, and through the door, you could hear her sobbing violently. Sometimes she would stay in there all day, at midnight she would finally emerge, her face damp and as red as a tomato. And it bothered Knives (jr.) to no end, because he always felt that it was his fault.
Both Rachel and Knives have had a difficult life. Sometimes, I think even more so than my brother and I. Especially Rachel.
Knives (jr.) had his own problems but Rach... Rachel witnessed a murder. She saw her mother die. Then she was accused of committing it, and beat. Badly. Within an inch of her life, she was - no, I was lucky I got there in time to stop them. So at the tender age of 1 //A/N: she's half plant (or something like that ^.~) so when she was 1, she looks and acts like she's about 5.// she had experienced more pain- both mentally and physically-than most people are put through in their entire life.
...Not that she'd ever say anything about it. Rachel, though she may not seem like it, is really a reserved and kept-to-herself person. Knives (jr.) Is reserved too, but he's more open with his emotions.
...Which is why I'm wondering about this whole outburst of craziness thing. He isn't going to end up like his dad, is he?
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Next Chapter: SONGFIC!!! Okay maybe not, but still, I hope you tune in for the next chapter... It's gonna be great ^^ It'll be Rachel's POV and it'll be very action-packed, as I hope this story'll have only like two more chapters. And I promise I'll have it to ya before two weeks passes. No month here, at least, I hope not ^^;;; So R+R=Happy S-chan HEY YOU!!! GO REVIEW! (ok, that was lame, I admit it.)