Does anyone realize that whenever I mention the fact that I don't own Trigun I always have a sudden urge to watch the show, but then I have to wait several more hours for it? :: tear :: Ta, I'm going to have fun with this chappie here…
Also, notice the term: FAN FICTION.
This is my story and I am not forcing anyone to read it. And if your mind has been poisoned by the few misleading reviews, then there are plenty of other stories waiting to be read and to be reviewed.
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The days that passed in Augusta passed like years without end. Eight days, eight weeks, eight months, and eight years passed in the mind of a lonely woman who chose to spend her time alone. To everyone around her, they saw it as 'just another week', but to Fenella, it seemed more than that. Even Wolfwood had noticed that the days were unusually slow. Maybe it was because he always saw Fenella staring out a window, just lying down in bed thinking of something, and watching the shadows pass on the ceiling.
One evening that crossed Fenella's thoughts, was the day that Wolfwood introduced the insurance girls to Fenella. Both Millie and Meryl were very pleased to meet the young woman, but Fenella couldn't force a smile that showed the least bit of courtesy. But civility hadn't crossed Fenella's mind, for the past several days all she could think about was Vash. Not only that, but Wolfwood's kiss was still on her mind.
"Why would he do that?" she thought to herself, "Maybe it had something to do with…relief from emotional distress. Or maybe it could've been because he was bored. Eh, forget it. I'll probably just have to ask him about it."
Fenella resumed her temporary occupation of 'shadow shaping', as Wolfwood liked to call it. She was too caught up in her thoughts to hear the door open or to see Wolfwood enter the room with a peculiar smile on his face. His smile quickly changed the moment he saw Fenella still on the bed.
"Why are you still there?" he asked, in an exasperated tone, "It's been eight days and I have only seen you leave the hotel once or twice. And even that was at night. It's as though you only go out and see the stars and the moons."
"And is there something wrong with that?" she questioned, "I see nothing wrong with just going to the balcony in the hall to watch stars."
"Well…not exactly. It's just that you should get out a little more."
"But I do get out." She said.
"Yeah, at night."
"What's your point?" she asked, sitting up to face the priest with her typical look of boredom.
"You need to get out during the day. You know, when the suns are actually out."
"No." she snapped.
"Why?" Wolfwood's tone got slightly desperate.
"Because there is nothing in this town that interests me. Besides, I'm not much of a morning person."
"Morning?" he yelled, "It's nearly three in the afternoon! AF-TER-NOOOOON!"as Wolfwood said this, the cutest and scariest face that Fenella had ever seen appeared on his face.
"I realize it's af-ter-nooooon," she mimicked, "so I will begin to ready myself for the day." Fenella hopped off the bed and sprinted towards the bathroom, leaving a thoroughly confused priest standing near the door.
"So does this mean you're going to go outside?" Wolfwood called, but running water drowned his voice out.
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After Fenella was ready, Wolfwood wanted to try and get a drink at the saloon again. He was hoping that little kids wouldn't overrun it again. When the two of them were nearing the saloon doors, Wolfwood held his arm out to stop Fenella.
"Oh, I forgot to remind you," he said, putting his arm down, "I invited Millie and Meryl."
"Okay," she replied, "…was that supposed to surprise me?"
"Not really. It's just that you never seem happy whenever we see them."
"If you're suggesting that I don't like them," she said while Wolfwood gave her a curious look, "then you're wrong. It's just that the three of you manage to catch me at bad times in the room. I mean, couldn't you just catch me when I'm in good mood?"
"You have a good mood?" he questioned, resuming his path into the saloon, leaving Fenella to throw evil glares at him.
Fenella shook her head and headed back to the hotel. Her walk was disrupted when she saw a sign that read 'General Store'. Having nothing better to do, she walked into the store and had a little look around. The store was rather small. It had a few small aisles and a lingering cloud of dust. Fenella walked over to a short glass case that contained several guns of different sizes. She was thinking of buying herself one of those guns when she noticed a few signs that were posted on the wall behind the case. There was a wanted poster with her name on it. Fenella reached across the case to grab the poster for a closer look and was surprised at the information that it contained.
WANTED
Name: Fenella Witsen
Age: 26
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: Unknown
Reward:
10 thousand double-dollars
This woman is partially responsible for the destruction of July, the theft of 15
Million double-dollars, association with Vash the Stampede, and impersonation
of a nun in Orleans.
"Damn," Fenella thought to herself, smiling, "I had no idea impersonation of a nun was that bad. I was only having a little fun."
If any civilian has information of this woman, contact the sheriff immediately. She
is armed and very dangerous.
"That's a lie," she continued, "I am not armed. Dangerous…maybe, armed: no."
Fenella crumpled the poster in her hand and briskly walked out of the store. As soon as she was outside, the twin suns blinded her briefly. The moment that her vision was back to normal, she took off for her hotel room with the paper still in her hand.
As Fenella's room got closer with each step, she wondered how she was going to tell Wolfwood about the wanted poster. She shrugged off the thought while she opened her door. The first thing that caught her eye in the room was the clock. Only an hour had passed since she left the room with Wolfwood.
"It's only a few minutes after four!" she distressed, "Damnit!"
Fenella threw the crumpled up poster on the floor, walked to the bed, and collapsed face down. Since there was nothing else for her to do, she decided to take a nap until Wolfwood would come back. Maybe when he came, she would explain the poster and all the other charges that are being held against her. Although she couldn't help but wonder whether or not she was worth the 10 thousand.
"I steal 15 million and my bounty is 10 thousand?" she said, burying her head further into the soft pillow.
The pillow seemed to get the best of her. She was slowly being defeated by exhaustion and the pillow was her one chance of relief. Slowly, Fenella fell into a peaceful slumber that lasted longer than she originally hoped for.
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HOLA! I know I've taken a while to update. I've been rather busy these past weeks. * wink * Well, anyway, this story is taking me a hell of a lot longer than what I expected. Holy fuck, I am gonna be so burned out by the time I finish this story. Ugh…