Disclaimer~ well its still the same, I don't own Trigun or the characters,
I never did, and never will no matter how hard I try. But I can however
make a new plot line, that's the point of fanfiction!! ~_^
Authors note, uh oh looks like Knives is up and about, how will he react to all those dancing happy humans? Heh that's what the third chapter is here for, Enjoy! R&R
Knives slowly began to wonder around the house again, mostly looking for something to quench his thirst, and something to get for his empty stomach. None of the pets Vash had were around to cook anything; in fact no one was around at all. He grumbled at this a bit then found the kitchen.
He looked around a bit noticing some dishes were setting on the counter by the sink needing to be washed, or were they being washed and the one who was doing the chores was distracted and left them lie? He shook his head at this untidiness, then looked up at the window just above the sink. He narrowed his eyes at the sun as it lightly pierced through the glass, and he noticed that there were groups of people outside looking to be dancing around a geyser of some sort. Again he shook his head at the display, he noticed his brother and the other two vermin were there as well.
He paid no mind to this and turned going for the fridge as he placed his fingers on the handle and wrapped his fingers about it, giving it a sharp tug as it came open. He poked his head in side and looked around at its content. Beer, foods of different types, he grabbed out what appeared to be part of a left over sub; he then closed the door and went to the cupboards for a glass. He poured himself some water than sat at the empty table to eat alone.
He didn't mind not having company with him to eat, then this way he didn't feel like the vermin would be staring at him as he ate, eyeing him as some sort of specimen, or a freak there for their enjoyment. He took a bite of the sandwich savoring the taste of it since all he recalled eating was broth of some sort. He sipped his water and slowly ate his meal.
After sometime he finished and thought to himself as his face contorted to a scowl, furrowing his brow at the window as if it had done something wrong. He thought, why was it taking them so long. He then pressed his palms to the table and pushed himself up leaving the trash there, not thinking about how this would have to make Meryl clean up after him, she was a vermin, there to do his bidding anyway. Well, do his bidding or die, though Vash probably wouldn't let him kill her anyway.
Upon thinking for a moment he figured some fresh air would be good, maybe just stand on the porch and surprise his brother and the others, this way he'd be away from the vermin. There was no way in Hell he'd even get close to that group of humans, he wasn't stupid, they'd probably try to attack him in a group, and he knew well enough that vermin in groups were very good at taking care of something. He surely didn't want to be caught and tortured again. Again… He fell silent, as his eyes grew distant remembering the first several years by himself on the planet and the abuse he and his brother took. He shook his head and cleared his mind of the thoughts. That was in the past they wouldn't do it to him again.
He then left the kitchen and headed for the door. His hand rose to finally rest on the knob, his fingers curling around it in a tight grasp. His hold on the doorknob only grew tighter as he tensed at the thought of all those humans, what if they came after him. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the door as if expecting it to bend at his gaze. He would just kill them before they reached him. No, that wouldn't work, not while his brother was there. He growled at himself, he was allowing his thoughts to traverse on things that didn't matter, the vermin wouldn't come near him, he would just have to keep his distance in his weaker state.
So finally he got the nerve to turn that knob and walk out into the world. Immediately the warm desert air struck him, combing back through his wisps of hair and caressing his face gently. Though the air still stung, still burned into his skin, he needed to be used to the atmosphere again, the wind was betraying. He narrowed his eyes at how bright the sun seemed burning his eyes till they filled with tears. He lifted a hand to his brow to shade his orbs from the rays, also to make sure that none of the tears that had accumulated fell, but rather just washed over the orbs to replenish.
He turned his cold blue gaze, which never seemed to melt no matter how hot the days got on the desert planet, and watched the vermin as they started to split up and get back to their lives, all of them soaked in the new water as other vermin in work clothes moved quickly to stop the spray and control it. Vash was very distinguishable from the rest, that red coat made him stick out like a soar thumb, Milly and Meryl were standing with him, speaking to some man, a man that looked rather important, the mayor perhaps.
He kept his eyes on the small group as he moved to the edge of the porch and pressed a shoulder to the wooden beam that held up the roof. He leaned there, interested in why the mayor would be talking to the three, also at how casual everyone seemed around his brother. Was it that this town did not know of the red trench wearing Humanoid Typhoon? Or did they just accept him. He quickly put aside these matters, he was thinking entirely too much and again returned his attention to the three.
Vash was involved in a light-hearted conversation with the mayor when he felt a cold presence at his back. A chill ran up his spine as the small hairs on his neck bristled from the feeling. He tried not to drop his smile; he wanted to make sure no one else was disturbed. This feeling felt familiar, a feeling of dread washed over him for a moment as he remembered exactly where it came from, and then he relaxed noticing his shoulders had been tensed.
He turned his gaze away from the others and glanced around a moment, looking over his shoulder only to find someone standing on the house porch. He only did a double take to see that it was Knives. Knives was up and about already? He had truly underestimated his brothers healing capabilities. Another thing was that Knives hair was short again, and he was wearing normal clothes. He thought this was unusual because he was used to seeing his brother in that old space suit, but this was a change, not necessarily a bad change, but definitely a surprise. He was wearing something "vermin" would wear, he smirked at this a moment wondering if Knives realized this.
He noticed that his brother didn't exactly seem angry, or annoyed, well maybe a bit annoyed at all the humans, but he wasn't attempting a cold gaze at him. He sighed at this no, that was the way his brothers eyes always were, even if Knives had tried to seem a bit caring through his eyes, they would still have that icy glare to them. Instead it seemed that Knives almost was lonely, he had been left alone in the room, or was it that something was bothering. No one else could see the way Knives was feeling, no, it would only be seen through a brotherly bond, strong even through all that he and Knives were put through, and what they put each other through.
He smiled lightly at Knives and lifted a hand giving a slight wave, only to get a weird look from Meryl as she watched Vash wave. He could hear Meryl mutter something to him, then make a startled gasp. He blinked at this and looked to her, his brow furrowing in worry. Her eyes were drawn to Knives; apparently she too was surprised at his quick recovery. Neither of them was expecting Knives to be up already. "Yeah, it caught me off guard too Meryl." He reassured her.
She gave a slight nod then added "Caught off guard sums it up nicely…"
Milly smiled and looked at Meryl then Vash and gave a worried look, " Um, Mister Vash, what's wrong with Meryl?" she asked then glanced at Meryl again. This time her eye drifted beyond that and to exactly what Meryl was looking at. She placed a hand over her mouth and said "Oh, my….Its…He's awake.." She stammered as they all watched on in amazement.
Vash just smiled and laughed a bit "Well, that IS my brother… Ya, know, quick healers run in the family." He chuckled at this and started in his brother's direction. Meryl just gave a look to Milly who just nodded and they both walked on after Vash.
He noticed the tension in Vash's shoulders as he sensed his gaze, he gave a low chuckle at this, the baka still was unnerved by his gaze. Then as Vash spun around to gaze at him he noticed that he relaxed, and then gave a smile and wave. Typical of Vash, he always seemed to smile no matter what. He watched as he also got weird gazes from the two "pets" that had been with Vash, both women gave him startled glances. He smirked at this, it wasn't exactly cowering in his presence, but it was close enough, he could tell they were uncomfortable at how quickly he healed.
He smiled lightly and pushed off the pole, sticking his hands in his pockets as his brother started to trek over to him, but his smile turned to a frown as the women followed him as well, just like pets to stay by his brother's heels. He heaved a sigh, he wasn't sure if he could stand staying with the vermin for long. But even he knew he had to rest and heal a bit longer, even if it meant putting up with THEM.
Well that's it for the Third chapter; I hoped you enjoyed it as much as the others, thanks again to those who posted to the second chapter. It seems I've already got a few of you guys hooked, ready to be in it for the long haul? … Strap in folks this may be a bumpy ride!! ~_^
Authors note, uh oh looks like Knives is up and about, how will he react to all those dancing happy humans? Heh that's what the third chapter is here for, Enjoy! R&R
Knives slowly began to wonder around the house again, mostly looking for something to quench his thirst, and something to get for his empty stomach. None of the pets Vash had were around to cook anything; in fact no one was around at all. He grumbled at this a bit then found the kitchen.
He looked around a bit noticing some dishes were setting on the counter by the sink needing to be washed, or were they being washed and the one who was doing the chores was distracted and left them lie? He shook his head at this untidiness, then looked up at the window just above the sink. He narrowed his eyes at the sun as it lightly pierced through the glass, and he noticed that there were groups of people outside looking to be dancing around a geyser of some sort. Again he shook his head at the display, he noticed his brother and the other two vermin were there as well.
He paid no mind to this and turned going for the fridge as he placed his fingers on the handle and wrapped his fingers about it, giving it a sharp tug as it came open. He poked his head in side and looked around at its content. Beer, foods of different types, he grabbed out what appeared to be part of a left over sub; he then closed the door and went to the cupboards for a glass. He poured himself some water than sat at the empty table to eat alone.
He didn't mind not having company with him to eat, then this way he didn't feel like the vermin would be staring at him as he ate, eyeing him as some sort of specimen, or a freak there for their enjoyment. He took a bite of the sandwich savoring the taste of it since all he recalled eating was broth of some sort. He sipped his water and slowly ate his meal.
After sometime he finished and thought to himself as his face contorted to a scowl, furrowing his brow at the window as if it had done something wrong. He thought, why was it taking them so long. He then pressed his palms to the table and pushed himself up leaving the trash there, not thinking about how this would have to make Meryl clean up after him, she was a vermin, there to do his bidding anyway. Well, do his bidding or die, though Vash probably wouldn't let him kill her anyway.
Upon thinking for a moment he figured some fresh air would be good, maybe just stand on the porch and surprise his brother and the others, this way he'd be away from the vermin. There was no way in Hell he'd even get close to that group of humans, he wasn't stupid, they'd probably try to attack him in a group, and he knew well enough that vermin in groups were very good at taking care of something. He surely didn't want to be caught and tortured again. Again… He fell silent, as his eyes grew distant remembering the first several years by himself on the planet and the abuse he and his brother took. He shook his head and cleared his mind of the thoughts. That was in the past they wouldn't do it to him again.
He then left the kitchen and headed for the door. His hand rose to finally rest on the knob, his fingers curling around it in a tight grasp. His hold on the doorknob only grew tighter as he tensed at the thought of all those humans, what if they came after him. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the door as if expecting it to bend at his gaze. He would just kill them before they reached him. No, that wouldn't work, not while his brother was there. He growled at himself, he was allowing his thoughts to traverse on things that didn't matter, the vermin wouldn't come near him, he would just have to keep his distance in his weaker state.
So finally he got the nerve to turn that knob and walk out into the world. Immediately the warm desert air struck him, combing back through his wisps of hair and caressing his face gently. Though the air still stung, still burned into his skin, he needed to be used to the atmosphere again, the wind was betraying. He narrowed his eyes at how bright the sun seemed burning his eyes till they filled with tears. He lifted a hand to his brow to shade his orbs from the rays, also to make sure that none of the tears that had accumulated fell, but rather just washed over the orbs to replenish.
He turned his cold blue gaze, which never seemed to melt no matter how hot the days got on the desert planet, and watched the vermin as they started to split up and get back to their lives, all of them soaked in the new water as other vermin in work clothes moved quickly to stop the spray and control it. Vash was very distinguishable from the rest, that red coat made him stick out like a soar thumb, Milly and Meryl were standing with him, speaking to some man, a man that looked rather important, the mayor perhaps.
He kept his eyes on the small group as he moved to the edge of the porch and pressed a shoulder to the wooden beam that held up the roof. He leaned there, interested in why the mayor would be talking to the three, also at how casual everyone seemed around his brother. Was it that this town did not know of the red trench wearing Humanoid Typhoon? Or did they just accept him. He quickly put aside these matters, he was thinking entirely too much and again returned his attention to the three.
Vash was involved in a light-hearted conversation with the mayor when he felt a cold presence at his back. A chill ran up his spine as the small hairs on his neck bristled from the feeling. He tried not to drop his smile; he wanted to make sure no one else was disturbed. This feeling felt familiar, a feeling of dread washed over him for a moment as he remembered exactly where it came from, and then he relaxed noticing his shoulders had been tensed.
He turned his gaze away from the others and glanced around a moment, looking over his shoulder only to find someone standing on the house porch. He only did a double take to see that it was Knives. Knives was up and about already? He had truly underestimated his brothers healing capabilities. Another thing was that Knives hair was short again, and he was wearing normal clothes. He thought this was unusual because he was used to seeing his brother in that old space suit, but this was a change, not necessarily a bad change, but definitely a surprise. He was wearing something "vermin" would wear, he smirked at this a moment wondering if Knives realized this.
He noticed that his brother didn't exactly seem angry, or annoyed, well maybe a bit annoyed at all the humans, but he wasn't attempting a cold gaze at him. He sighed at this no, that was the way his brothers eyes always were, even if Knives had tried to seem a bit caring through his eyes, they would still have that icy glare to them. Instead it seemed that Knives almost was lonely, he had been left alone in the room, or was it that something was bothering. No one else could see the way Knives was feeling, no, it would only be seen through a brotherly bond, strong even through all that he and Knives were put through, and what they put each other through.
He smiled lightly at Knives and lifted a hand giving a slight wave, only to get a weird look from Meryl as she watched Vash wave. He could hear Meryl mutter something to him, then make a startled gasp. He blinked at this and looked to her, his brow furrowing in worry. Her eyes were drawn to Knives; apparently she too was surprised at his quick recovery. Neither of them was expecting Knives to be up already. "Yeah, it caught me off guard too Meryl." He reassured her.
She gave a slight nod then added "Caught off guard sums it up nicely…"
Milly smiled and looked at Meryl then Vash and gave a worried look, " Um, Mister Vash, what's wrong with Meryl?" she asked then glanced at Meryl again. This time her eye drifted beyond that and to exactly what Meryl was looking at. She placed a hand over her mouth and said "Oh, my….Its…He's awake.." She stammered as they all watched on in amazement.
Vash just smiled and laughed a bit "Well, that IS my brother… Ya, know, quick healers run in the family." He chuckled at this and started in his brother's direction. Meryl just gave a look to Milly who just nodded and they both walked on after Vash.
He noticed the tension in Vash's shoulders as he sensed his gaze, he gave a low chuckle at this, the baka still was unnerved by his gaze. Then as Vash spun around to gaze at him he noticed that he relaxed, and then gave a smile and wave. Typical of Vash, he always seemed to smile no matter what. He watched as he also got weird gazes from the two "pets" that had been with Vash, both women gave him startled glances. He smirked at this, it wasn't exactly cowering in his presence, but it was close enough, he could tell they were uncomfortable at how quickly he healed.
He smiled lightly and pushed off the pole, sticking his hands in his pockets as his brother started to trek over to him, but his smile turned to a frown as the women followed him as well, just like pets to stay by his brother's heels. He heaved a sigh, he wasn't sure if he could stand staying with the vermin for long. But even he knew he had to rest and heal a bit longer, even if it meant putting up with THEM.
Well that's it for the Third chapter; I hoped you enjoyed it as much as the others, thanks again to those who posted to the second chapter. It seems I've already got a few of you guys hooked, ready to be in it for the long haul? … Strap in folks this may be a bumpy ride!! ~_^