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DVD's or some toys but these characters are definitely not mine.
Whelp second chapter, I thank those three people who read and reviewed, I'm doing this one solely for you! I'm taking time off in my studies for you, Yes its third period right now.
As Vash approached the two he couldn't help but admire Meryl's sweet smile, it was such a nice change from her usual attitude. He couldn't help but get lost in the warmth of it; it was a lot better than feeling the heat of her anger that's for sure. Not that she didn't smile much, but it was quite the rare sight for him to see, he always ended up being the main reason she yelled all the time.
When he finally reached his destination he was gathered up in Milly's arms, she was about as tall as him, and very strong for a woman, she lifted him clear off the ground and swung him around in a hug. He gave a startled yelp but succumbed to the arms and laughed slightly "H..Hey Milly way to go…" She was in complete hysterics over the success of the well.
Milly wore her usual brown overalls, the knees were slightly tinted a muddy brown from crawling around in the well. The mud now was starting to harden under the warm desert sun, becoming caked into the material. The white shirt she wore under the overalls was also taking the color of the ground, splotches of dirt and sand were randomly found on her. She was a mess, but happy non-the-less; she was never one to really complain about getting dirty, not like some women. She wore a hard hat that matted her long blonde hair, making her look rather funny at first. But the happy look on her mud- smeared face was enough to make you smile.
This was the type of person Milly was, she could make just about anyone around her smile, and it wasn't just because sometimes she could be a bit ditzy, but because she was kind, loving, and all around sweet.
She finally realized that she was squeezing Vash too tightly when she noticed how blue in the face he got. She blinked lightly and smiled innocently placing him back on his feet then watched him worriedly as he caught his breath. She clasped her hands together and began to exclaim " Oh Mr. Vash isn't this wonderful we finally got the underground well unstuck! Now everyone can use the water!! I'm so happy!"
He rubbed the back of his neck lightly and nodded " Yeah this'll be a big help to the townsfolk, I'm sure their pretty appreciative. The well's been stuck for almost a week now." He smiled up at her as Meryl stepped forward.
Meryl was the shortest of the three friends, being only a few inches above five feet. This just made her more attractive, or at least to Vash it did. He watched her as she stood forward with that same pleased smile on her face that he loved so much, he only wished she'd allow herself to smile for him more often. After the incident when he realized she was basically the reincarnate of Rem, he couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't stop coming up with things in Meryl's movements and personality, except the fact that Meryl always seems to be PMSing everyday, that tied her to be like a twin to his beloved Rem Saverem.
Meryl spoke with a slight smirk "Yeah I'd say the townspeople are all very proud of our Milly, she's been helping out a lot since we moved in here." She glanced back over her shoulder at Milly as the tall blond blushed lightly and gave a salute with a chuckle in return. Just then an older man cut in "You three have done a lot for this town, I think you all deserve some credit, Meryl ever since you started helping us with some of our finacial situations business has been booming, and your friend there in the red coat has been doing his share of making sure our people were happy, protecting this town and taking care of the less fortunate. Say how is that young man you brought in? Is he doing well?"
Vash glanced up at the older man; he was wearing a business type suit in a darker blue shade. His face was lined with wrinkles showing his age, his brown eyes shown with nothing but wisdom and kindness, the type of man any would want for a respectable mayor. He sported a shot beard well rounded and streaked with gray, and a bushy mustache. His eyes sparkled as he praised the three before him, getting a smile from Vash when he asked of Knives.
"He's doing well sir, thanks to your hospitality." Vash answered.
"Yes, what we have done for this town is merely repayment for all you have done for us." Added Meryl.
"Why if its wasn't for you helping us, I'd say we'd still be out on that desert today looking for a place to call home, and I'm afraid to say that Mr. Kni…." She found that someone's hand was quickly placed over her lips as she went to mutter Knives name, she glanced down at Meryl to catch a warning in her eyes about that name, then recalled that they shouldn't use the real names of the brothers in town. She cleared her throat and pushed away Meryl's hand " I mean… well, we shouldn't talk about such sad matters, we're just glad to have helped." Nodded Milly as she spoke.
Back inside the home Knives rested on his bed, he no longer felt the splitting pain in his sides, nor the feel of his own lifeblood trickling from his open wound. He furrowed his brow some as he woke slowly from the daze his brother had put him in. His cold, dark blue eyes fluttered open to half slits as his eyes took a moment to focus on the ceiling. Upon finally seeing every distinct crack in the ceiling he then glanced around the room to get something better to look at.
Again his eyes averted to the flowing of the tattered old curtains from the breeze that seeped in through the open window. Then his eyes searched the whole room, there was a dresser to the right of the window, and a bed had been made on the floor nearby. He noticed that his brother's things had been set next to the bed, which still had to be made. Vash, he had spent all of the months in this room, waiting for his brother to awaken. His brother perhaps the only person he could, or would ever care for, or show some sort of empathy.
He snarled and shook his head, what was Vash thinking, how could he still except him after all of the things he has done to him, all the people near and dear to him that he had destroyed right in front of Vash's eyes. Sure he didn't actually kill them with his own hands, except for that one man, but he wasn't actually related to Rem, he only set Vash up to try and find that guy, so that he could reunited with his brother, as a team again. Vash wouldn't have it of course, and ….
He sat up quickly and pressed a palm to his forehead, placing the heel of his hand in the crook between his brow and bridge of his nose, then he gently pushed his finger tips forward and combed them into his bangs which were lightly matted to his forehead with sweat. He didn't deserve this, but yet his brother forgave him and let him live. He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. Upon realizing that this no longer pained him he opened his eyes and glanced to his side, dropping his arm to let his fingers graze over the bandage. New, and he was healed, or rather, his body healed quicker, but how? Was that what Vash did when he had asked to have him sit up?
He didn't understand Vash at all, the kindness towards him, even if he was his brother, he still did a lot of things to piss Vash off, to make Vash hate him enough to seek him only to end up in a fight that should have ended in his own death. Was that a plan, he thought, was that plan originally thought up just so Vash would end my life? So Vash could live peacefully, or if it were in my favor, would I have killed Vash? … Would I?
He shook his head clear once more, he didn't like these thoughts, hated to think back on these things, such trivial matters, they're in the past, that's right… gone, done, over with…Sayonara….
He glanced towards the door as his hands fell limply to the bed sheets on his lap, then he wondered what his brother had exactly done for him, could his legs work? He glanced down and picked up the covers then slid his legs around to the edge of the bed, with a leap of faith; he stood and to his surprise did not collapse. Sure his legs felt a bit tender, the muscles were soar, but the just needed to be used.
He walked around bit, getting his legs used too being used again. Then paused in front of a tall mirror to look at his visage, frowning at the bandages and the fact that he was practically naked. He stood for a while mostly gazing at his bandages in shame. His exact copy just stared back, the once short pale blond locks were now almost as long as his brothers and hung about his face, gently brushing his cheek as he cocked his head in different directions. His upper body was lithe with a sculpted chest and what you could see from around the bandages was a stomach to match. His arms were strong and lined nicely with the usual muscular curves, and his legs were the same.
Still he turned his gaze away from the sight and grumbled lightly about the wounds. He felt weakened at the sight of them, like they symbolized every bit of failure, like every life of his brothers and sisters had driven those very holes in his flesh there. It hurt his pride and crushed his spirit to have been laid up for so long. He left the mirrors gaze and headed out of his room. He wondered through the house poking his head in different rooms till he found the bathroom, a clean towel and washcloth hung over a small bar near the shower. He smiled at this, and entered the bathroom, shutting the door to draw a bath.
To his dismay he found the water did not work, and with a grumble he went to leave the bathroom, only to feel a strong shudder, which toppled him back and onto the toilet. He glanced towards the door menacingly as if it were the cause of the shudder, and then glanced over as water poured from the spigot, which he had left on. He gave a smirk then adjusted the temperature for a warm bath.
Shortly after his bath he emerged from the bathroom, a bit more naked now than before, sure that no one was within the walls of the home. A towel was draped over his shoulders as he lifted a hand rubbing his now short hair dry with the towel. In the bathroom were left over strands of blond which he decided to leave lay and a pair of sheers he found in the cabinets. He went back to his room in search of his usual clothing, the weird space suit which he'd acquired from one of the fallen space ships, but it was no where to be found. He grumbled and opened a drawer finding a blue colored shirt and some jeans, he quickly dressed and decided to go for a walk.
End of chapter two, I hope you enjoy this, there will be more to come, so Keep Reading, and Reviewing please!. ~_^
Whelp second chapter, I thank those three people who read and reviewed, I'm doing this one solely for you! I'm taking time off in my studies for you, Yes its third period right now.
As Vash approached the two he couldn't help but admire Meryl's sweet smile, it was such a nice change from her usual attitude. He couldn't help but get lost in the warmth of it; it was a lot better than feeling the heat of her anger that's for sure. Not that she didn't smile much, but it was quite the rare sight for him to see, he always ended up being the main reason she yelled all the time.
When he finally reached his destination he was gathered up in Milly's arms, she was about as tall as him, and very strong for a woman, she lifted him clear off the ground and swung him around in a hug. He gave a startled yelp but succumbed to the arms and laughed slightly "H..Hey Milly way to go…" She was in complete hysterics over the success of the well.
Milly wore her usual brown overalls, the knees were slightly tinted a muddy brown from crawling around in the well. The mud now was starting to harden under the warm desert sun, becoming caked into the material. The white shirt she wore under the overalls was also taking the color of the ground, splotches of dirt and sand were randomly found on her. She was a mess, but happy non-the-less; she was never one to really complain about getting dirty, not like some women. She wore a hard hat that matted her long blonde hair, making her look rather funny at first. But the happy look on her mud- smeared face was enough to make you smile.
This was the type of person Milly was, she could make just about anyone around her smile, and it wasn't just because sometimes she could be a bit ditzy, but because she was kind, loving, and all around sweet.
She finally realized that she was squeezing Vash too tightly when she noticed how blue in the face he got. She blinked lightly and smiled innocently placing him back on his feet then watched him worriedly as he caught his breath. She clasped her hands together and began to exclaim " Oh Mr. Vash isn't this wonderful we finally got the underground well unstuck! Now everyone can use the water!! I'm so happy!"
He rubbed the back of his neck lightly and nodded " Yeah this'll be a big help to the townsfolk, I'm sure their pretty appreciative. The well's been stuck for almost a week now." He smiled up at her as Meryl stepped forward.
Meryl was the shortest of the three friends, being only a few inches above five feet. This just made her more attractive, or at least to Vash it did. He watched her as she stood forward with that same pleased smile on her face that he loved so much, he only wished she'd allow herself to smile for him more often. After the incident when he realized she was basically the reincarnate of Rem, he couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't stop coming up with things in Meryl's movements and personality, except the fact that Meryl always seems to be PMSing everyday, that tied her to be like a twin to his beloved Rem Saverem.
Meryl spoke with a slight smirk "Yeah I'd say the townspeople are all very proud of our Milly, she's been helping out a lot since we moved in here." She glanced back over her shoulder at Milly as the tall blond blushed lightly and gave a salute with a chuckle in return. Just then an older man cut in "You three have done a lot for this town, I think you all deserve some credit, Meryl ever since you started helping us with some of our finacial situations business has been booming, and your friend there in the red coat has been doing his share of making sure our people were happy, protecting this town and taking care of the less fortunate. Say how is that young man you brought in? Is he doing well?"
Vash glanced up at the older man; he was wearing a business type suit in a darker blue shade. His face was lined with wrinkles showing his age, his brown eyes shown with nothing but wisdom and kindness, the type of man any would want for a respectable mayor. He sported a shot beard well rounded and streaked with gray, and a bushy mustache. His eyes sparkled as he praised the three before him, getting a smile from Vash when he asked of Knives.
"He's doing well sir, thanks to your hospitality." Vash answered.
"Yes, what we have done for this town is merely repayment for all you have done for us." Added Meryl.
"Why if its wasn't for you helping us, I'd say we'd still be out on that desert today looking for a place to call home, and I'm afraid to say that Mr. Kni…." She found that someone's hand was quickly placed over her lips as she went to mutter Knives name, she glanced down at Meryl to catch a warning in her eyes about that name, then recalled that they shouldn't use the real names of the brothers in town. She cleared her throat and pushed away Meryl's hand " I mean… well, we shouldn't talk about such sad matters, we're just glad to have helped." Nodded Milly as she spoke.
Back inside the home Knives rested on his bed, he no longer felt the splitting pain in his sides, nor the feel of his own lifeblood trickling from his open wound. He furrowed his brow some as he woke slowly from the daze his brother had put him in. His cold, dark blue eyes fluttered open to half slits as his eyes took a moment to focus on the ceiling. Upon finally seeing every distinct crack in the ceiling he then glanced around the room to get something better to look at.
Again his eyes averted to the flowing of the tattered old curtains from the breeze that seeped in through the open window. Then his eyes searched the whole room, there was a dresser to the right of the window, and a bed had been made on the floor nearby. He noticed that his brother's things had been set next to the bed, which still had to be made. Vash, he had spent all of the months in this room, waiting for his brother to awaken. His brother perhaps the only person he could, or would ever care for, or show some sort of empathy.
He snarled and shook his head, what was Vash thinking, how could he still except him after all of the things he has done to him, all the people near and dear to him that he had destroyed right in front of Vash's eyes. Sure he didn't actually kill them with his own hands, except for that one man, but he wasn't actually related to Rem, he only set Vash up to try and find that guy, so that he could reunited with his brother, as a team again. Vash wouldn't have it of course, and ….
He sat up quickly and pressed a palm to his forehead, placing the heel of his hand in the crook between his brow and bridge of his nose, then he gently pushed his finger tips forward and combed them into his bangs which were lightly matted to his forehead with sweat. He didn't deserve this, but yet his brother forgave him and let him live. He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. Upon realizing that this no longer pained him he opened his eyes and glanced to his side, dropping his arm to let his fingers graze over the bandage. New, and he was healed, or rather, his body healed quicker, but how? Was that what Vash did when he had asked to have him sit up?
He didn't understand Vash at all, the kindness towards him, even if he was his brother, he still did a lot of things to piss Vash off, to make Vash hate him enough to seek him only to end up in a fight that should have ended in his own death. Was that a plan, he thought, was that plan originally thought up just so Vash would end my life? So Vash could live peacefully, or if it were in my favor, would I have killed Vash? … Would I?
He shook his head clear once more, he didn't like these thoughts, hated to think back on these things, such trivial matters, they're in the past, that's right… gone, done, over with…Sayonara….
He glanced towards the door as his hands fell limply to the bed sheets on his lap, then he wondered what his brother had exactly done for him, could his legs work? He glanced down and picked up the covers then slid his legs around to the edge of the bed, with a leap of faith; he stood and to his surprise did not collapse. Sure his legs felt a bit tender, the muscles were soar, but the just needed to be used.
He walked around bit, getting his legs used too being used again. Then paused in front of a tall mirror to look at his visage, frowning at the bandages and the fact that he was practically naked. He stood for a while mostly gazing at his bandages in shame. His exact copy just stared back, the once short pale blond locks were now almost as long as his brothers and hung about his face, gently brushing his cheek as he cocked his head in different directions. His upper body was lithe with a sculpted chest and what you could see from around the bandages was a stomach to match. His arms were strong and lined nicely with the usual muscular curves, and his legs were the same.
Still he turned his gaze away from the sight and grumbled lightly about the wounds. He felt weakened at the sight of them, like they symbolized every bit of failure, like every life of his brothers and sisters had driven those very holes in his flesh there. It hurt his pride and crushed his spirit to have been laid up for so long. He left the mirrors gaze and headed out of his room. He wondered through the house poking his head in different rooms till he found the bathroom, a clean towel and washcloth hung over a small bar near the shower. He smiled at this, and entered the bathroom, shutting the door to draw a bath.
To his dismay he found the water did not work, and with a grumble he went to leave the bathroom, only to feel a strong shudder, which toppled him back and onto the toilet. He glanced towards the door menacingly as if it were the cause of the shudder, and then glanced over as water poured from the spigot, which he had left on. He gave a smirk then adjusted the temperature for a warm bath.
Shortly after his bath he emerged from the bathroom, a bit more naked now than before, sure that no one was within the walls of the home. A towel was draped over his shoulders as he lifted a hand rubbing his now short hair dry with the towel. In the bathroom were left over strands of blond which he decided to leave lay and a pair of sheers he found in the cabinets. He went back to his room in search of his usual clothing, the weird space suit which he'd acquired from one of the fallen space ships, but it was no where to be found. He grumbled and opened a drawer finding a blue colored shirt and some jeans, he quickly dressed and decided to go for a walk.
End of chapter two, I hope you enjoy this, there will be more to come, so Keep Reading, and Reviewing please!. ~_^