Have I forgotten to state that I do not own Trigun? Well…I don't.
Plus, how many of y'all remember Wolfwood's little portable confession thing? It was that little chapel box he used when we first see him in Trigun. The only thing is I can't remember the name of that bloody episode!
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Fenella stepped off of the bus on to the sandy terrain of Augusta with Wolfwood following her, carrying his cross. Naturally, their first impulse was to find a saloon, restaurant, and hotel for the night. While the two of them were wandering around, Wolfwood had explained that he and Vash had some friends in the town. Female friends.
"Oh," Fenella questioned, "like who?"
"These insurance girls that were on the same bus that saved me from the desert. To tell truth, I think the taller of the two is the cutest." He stifled a laugh while Fenella noticed that he was blushing a little.
"How cute, he likes the tall one…and yet I have no idea who the hell he's talking about." Fenella thought.
"Not to mention, I actually know my way around here." Wolfwood kept blurting out random things about Augusta and the insurance girls and another thing about rum, "I…need…a…drink!" He took out a cigarette, lit it, and began to do what regular smokers do; smoke.
"Smoking, rum, and those insurance girls…is there anything about Augusta that you don't like?" she continued thinking.
"…and the hotel service is great! Do we really need to stay at a hotel? How about you stay at a hotel and I'll stay with them insurance girls, if need be."
* twitch * "Okay, I'm happy for you, but at the moment I should find a hotel." Fenella said aloud.
"Fine by me. If you need me, I'll be in that saloon over there." Wolfwood pointed towards a shady area of the town, as he threw his ciggy to the ground and rubbed it in the dirt with his boot.
"And what if you need me?"
"I'll come and find you. I know this town like the back of my --"
Wolfwood didn't finish his sentence in time for Fenella to hear, she had already began to walk off in search of a hotel. He shrugged it off and headed toward the shady saloon. When he reached the saloon, there was something about it that wasn't right; there were little kids in there!
"I hope this wouldn't be a bad time to catch up with Fenella." He said to himself.
He turned around and headed towards the direction Fenella was going, but before he got far, he heard something that caught his attention from a small group of men near a building's walls.
"The town of July got destroyed again?" one of the men said.
"Yep, it happened just about a few hours ago. The thing that puzzles me is that it was just half the town and not the entire place." Another man said.
"Do you think Vash the Stampede has something to do with it?"
"Probably, he was responsible for last time, wasn't he?"
"I guess, how far is July anyway?"
"About a few hundred iles."
"Damn."
Wolfwood leaned his cross against the wall and tried to get more information from the men about the destruction of the town and on Vash.
"So, is there any word on Vash the Stampede and the person he was fighting?" Wolfwood asked calmly, lighting another cigarette.
"Not yet," the eldest of the group mentioned, "but there is something going around about that humanoid typhoon laying dead under all the rubble he caused to fall."
"Can you imagine it; 60 billion double-dollars just laying out there." Said another.
"Sure, I can imagine it. The thing I can't imagine is that he's dead." Wolfwood said.
"Why do you say that?" the eldest asked.
"Nevermind that, neither of you would understand it."
"Wait a minute, who are you?" a different man asked.
Wolfwood picked his cross up and slung it over his shoulder.
"A traveling priest." He said and promptly walked off in the direction he was originally headed.
Meanwhile, Fenella was struggling to find a hotel and to fight down protruding thoughts of death and destruction in the place she was forced to leave.
"No," she gasped, while walking on the side of the street, "it can't be that way…it can't."
She stumbled forward while being in a daze, then the thought came to her. She needed a drink. Not an alcoholic drink, something more like water.
"I wonder if Wolfwood is having a nice time at that damn saloon?" she thought, "Maybe I should go back and join him, besides…he knows his way around here anyway."
The moment she turned around was the moment she got a shock. She nearly screamed when she saw Vash and Legato fighting with bare fists in the middle of the street. It's just that the street they were on wasn't the one she was on a minute ago. It was the one in July where she had last seen Vash. A shot seemed to ring out in the supposed deserted town. Where the bullet ended left Fenella speechless. The bullet looked as though it struck Vash in his chest, causing him to fall forward in what looked like a pool of his own blood. Fenella couldn't hold it in anymore, she screamed his name and tried to run to the place where Vash fell to go to his aid, but the moment she got there she was back in Augusta. All the passer-bys gave Fenella a questionable look as tears began to fill her eyes.
"He got shot…" she whispered, her voice gradually began to get louder "but by whom? Did Legato force Vash to shoot himself? What just happened?" She yelled out the last question causing the civilians to just ignore her and continue with their day.
As Fenella tried to piece to together what she just experienced, she saw Wolfwood running in her direction. When he reached her, he noticed there was something urgent in her eyes and her breathing was heavy. He put his hands on Fenella's shoulders to try and calm her down.
"Fenella, what's wrong?" Wolfwood asked.
"I saw him, I saw Vash…" she breathed, "I saw him and Legato."
"Where did you see them?"
"There," She pointed to the spot next to her feet, "I saw them and they suddenly disappeared."
Wolfwood thought Fenella was going over the edge, she was pointing at sand that had no shape. He felt her forehead to see if she had a fever, but she didn't. He checked her eyes and they turned out to be fine, except for the lingering fear that hid behind her eyelids. He made her stick out her tongue and even that seemed to be fine. Nearly out of ideas, Wolfwood picked Fenella up by the waist, put her on his shoulder, and took her to a hotel that was just across the street. When the two of them got in to the lobby, a room needed to be rented.
"Fenella," Wolfwood called to her, while she was still on his shoulder, "can you get this? It's kind of hard for me to reach for my wallet without you slapping me or my ass."
"Hey," she snapped, "I only hit you there because you grabbed too far up my leg."
"Oh, sorry. So, can you get the room?"
"Fine." She sighed.
Fenella signaled Wolfwood to the front desk. When he reached the desk, he had to turn around for Fenella to face the male receptionist. The man eyed Fenella and her carrier with curiosity.
"Just give us a room." Said Fenella, trying to focus the man's attention off of her odd position.
The receptionist gave Fenella a key and the hotel number. She gave the number to Wolfwood and he took off in search of the room.
"111, 112, 113, 114…here we go, 115." He said, "Key, please."
"Here you go." Fenella said, as she handed over the hotel key, "When are you going to put me down?"
"Once we get inside, I have to ask you a few questions."
"Oh, great."
The moment the door opened, Wolfwood went for the bed and literally tossed Fenella on to it, then he went back to close the door. When he turned around to face Fenella, he found her lying down on the bed.
"Fenella," called Wolfwood, "I still need for you for those questions."
"Okay," she sighed, sitting up, "ask away."
Wolfwood pulled out his little confessional chapel, from what looked like his pocket, and stuck it on Fenella's head. He then got down on his knees in front of Fenella and began to interrogate her.
"Alright," he said, "tell me everything that happened outside."
"Fine then," she said, "it all began with my childhood."
"This isn't a time to fuck around, I need to know what you saw."
"Have it your way." She quirked, "I still have no idea how it happened. All I did was just turn around and I saw the two of them…fighting. The only thing was, they weren't here. I saw them as we left them back in July, when you began to drive off. They didn't have guns drawn and Legato wasn't using his powers, they were fighting with their fists."
"So, what happened that made you scream?"
"You heard that?" Wolfwood nodded, as Fenella shook off the curious look on her face and was grateful for the chapel covering her face, " It was a gunshot. I don't think it was by accident either. I could swear that I saw Vash shoot himself."
"That really doesn't sound like him." Said Wolfwood, shifting uncomfortably, "He disapproves of suicide or anything involving death with the human race."
"But he did! I saw him shoot his own chest! And if you're saying that he would never do such a thing, would that mean that Legato did it?" her eyes began to fill with tears.
"Possibly," he leaned back on the floor to stare at the ceiling when he heard Fenella quietly sobbing, "don't worry. He should be fine."
"What if he's not?"
"Then we'd pretty much be screwed."
"How nice." She said, standing up, taking the chapel off her head, and wiping tears from her face, "I'm going outside for a walk."
"Why?"
"It's nearly dark and I wanted to see the sunset. If I can't see that, I'd be more than happy to watch the stars pass without a lingering care for the surroundings and for loss."
"What loss?"
"I think I might've seen Vash get killed. The last thing I clearly remember seeing was Vash lying in a pool of his own blood!"
Fenella walked to the door and opened it. She glanced back at Wolfwood who was still on the floor. He looked up at her and stood up.
"Then I guess the rumors are true." He said.
"What rumors?" Fenella closed the door and gave a questionable look, "What did you hear?"
"Well, I was trying to catch up with you because the bar seemed to be overrun by little kids. While I was walking after you, I heard some men talking about the destruction of July."
"Wolfwood," she gasped, "it's true then! The vision I had was true!" her knees gave out and she collapsed on the ground with more tears flooding her eyes.
"Listen," Wolfwood walked over to her curved body and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "let's wait a few days. If nothing…then I don't know what to say."
Fenella gave him a piercing glimpse of despondency and instantaneously wrapped her arms around his neck and began to cry her heart out in a priests arms. Wolfwood returned her embrace and hoped that it would help her to calm down. When Fenella calmed her endless trail of tears, she pulled away from the hug to see a very loving priest. As she looked into his eyes, she could see the pain that was hidden away by the color of his eyes. It wounded her already infected body, she could do nothing but shed another tear. This time, Wolfwood lifted his hand to wipe away her tear. As he did that, he did something that still surprises him; he leaned closer to Fenella and slowly kissed her. She was taken aback by the motion and had no idea how to respond to it, but she did kiss him back. Wolfwood quickly pulled away and sat on the floor, staring at the carpet.
"I'm sorry that I did that." He whispered.
"You held me back from my walk." Fenella replied, not looking him in the eyes.
"Go on ahead, I'll probably just stay here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Fenella stood up and headed towards the door again. When she opened it, she dared to not look at Wolfwood. She walked out and closed the door behind her. While out in the hall, she noticed a balcony at the end of the walk. Having nothing better to do, she went outside to the balcony and looked up at the stars hoping that they would give her direction to her lost beloved.
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Damn, I'm evil!! Muahahaha! Anyway, I'm trying to figure out how I should put the next chappie. Also, I'm trying to figure out how Legato talks. Either it's just me, or he talks in a deep sense of knowledge and misery. Ok, I'm gonna shut up now….