Disclaimer: I don't own anything Trigun, so don't sue me please, thank you!
Author's Note: This fan fic pretty much takes off where the anime leaves off, but because I'm such a huge fan of the manga, which is still alive and kicking, I took some aspects from it, namely that Wolfwood is alive. If anything else isn't kosher with the anime, it's probably manga-related or of my own imagination. This is my first post, so I hope you enjoy!
Your "prince", Myshkin
P.S. - Oh yeah, keeping the Wolfwood/Milly nookie just because I can. ^_^ And pardon the swearing and violence. I don't know if it's PG-13 in accordance to today's numb and disillusioned youth, but to cover my behind, I made it as such.
Tying up Loose Ends
Chapter 1
Emancipation and Proclamations
He awoke with a start, realizing that he was in deep shit. His brother was long gone already, but he needed to see it to believe it. Jumping from the chair outside of Knive's door, Vash tried to unlock, unhook, unfasten, and unbolt the door as fast as possible, urging his fingers to go a bloody bit faster. Vash stumbled through the doorway to see, in a faint patch of moonlight draped across the bed, bandages with long-dried blood blackening them in the near darkness. The window stood open but no breeze stirred the curtains.
Vash swore and ran downstairs to his room. He knew Knives was in no condition to fight, so that was probably the only reason why Vash had been left unharmed for the time being. Knives had been calling for his brother's torture and death in his fevered state since Vash had taken on the task of protecting humanity from his brother. Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to involve any of his friends (for fear of their safety and reproach, of course) Vash had rented a small house in the tiny town of Ecks. He supported the both of them with a measly part-time salary and managed to aquire drugs, bandages, and eventually tranquilizers from a kind nurse by effectively utilizing his puppy-dog eyes and a tearful story about a poor, invalid brother who was in so much pain that his poor, hard-working self couldn't seem to make enough money to abate it. Of course he tactfully forgot to mention the fact that the poor, invalid brother wanted to witness the death of all humans.
He couldn't let Knives fully recover but he couldn't let him suffer, either, so there in laid Vash's problem. He wasn't the person to figure this out, but he didn't dare involve who was capable of such problem solving. So all he could do was restrain his brother and lock him away during the day so he could go to work, and then come home at night and try to keep Knives entertained, under control, and on the mend, but not too fast. The tranquilizers were for whenever Knives seemed a bit too restless; they had worked well for a while but Vash hadn't counted on his brother aquiring a tolerance to the drugs so quickly.
All in all, it was a life, and most certainly not a happy one. In fact, it really was more of an existence than a life, and Vash was losing patience, hope, and his resolve. Over the past month the numbers of times Vash snuck away from work to play with the children of the town decreased dramatically until he didn't stray at all. No amount of pleading for a game or a wrestling match could stir Vash from his job or his path to and from work. The children would have stormed his house to try to rouse their friend if it weren't for the fact that they were scared of the man they heard yelling upstairs.
On a still day you could hear the rantings of an obviously sick and crazy man on the street below, coming from their tiny house. Everyone in town knew that the simpleton had a brother that never left the house, except for what shouts of his that escaped his room, and no one really wished to mess with the pair. Only the completely open eyes of the children could see the good inside Vash, their sight not yet clouded by a hard life on a hard planet. Still, their love and comradeship wasn't enough for Vash, who after 130 years or so of existence, was finally breaking down.
Knives had the amazing ability to breathe a little bit of life into his brother with his escape. Vash understood the chase, almost enjoyed the chase, but he still worried about what he would do when he came upon his brother again.
"Please let me find him before the ships arrive", he prayed to no deity in particular as he threw what he could in his old duffel bag. It had been seven months since he last needed it, and it replied to his touch with dusty gasps of surprise. Vash knew that Knives knew about the ships from Earth, the ones that had finally been contacted by the people in the ship that never landed, his friends and "family." He also knew that Knives had no plans to let those ships arrive whole and not on fire, if possible.
Vash barreled out the door, bag on his back, gun at his hip, sunglasses shielding his eyes. The only thing that was missing was the red coat, which he left behind not long after the scuffle with Knives. Anyone else watching would only see a blond man in threadbare brown slacks and an equally threadbare white collared shirt, all topped (or should I say bottomed) of with boots that, though they looked worn, didn't look quite like they were bought together with the clothes to make a fetching ensemble. Vash was smart enough to get rid of the signature coat that would tip off bounty hunters (not that many were chasing him any more, after all he had done) but it just didn't feel right without it. He had spent time in hiding before without it, but this time was different.
Vash stood under his brother's old window for a few minutes, trying to figure out how cold the trail was. It was pretty chilly, but at least it gave Vash an idea of which direction to head towards. So off he went, thinking to himself for the third or forth time since he had woken up that he really needed help, but he wouldn't ask for it; this was his problem. Besides, he hadn't seen Wolfwood or the Insurance Girls in months. Who knew where on Gunsmoke they could possibly be?
The towering gunman sighed a large sigh that seemed to take all of his slender frame to do so; it would have almost been comedic to watch. There wasn't much moonlight to follow the trail, but it was better than nothing and Vash had no time to lose. Vash the Stampede strode of into the dark alone.
No one but a stray black cat had witnessed the exit of the $$60 Billion Man from Ecks into the desert, leaving behind Ecks forever.
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Myshkin: It's only Chapter 1, I promise it gets more interesting (and longer) than this! Sometimes you just have to set everything up, yah know?
Author's Note: This fan fic pretty much takes off where the anime leaves off, but because I'm such a huge fan of the manga, which is still alive and kicking, I took some aspects from it, namely that Wolfwood is alive. If anything else isn't kosher with the anime, it's probably manga-related or of my own imagination. This is my first post, so I hope you enjoy!
Your "prince", Myshkin
P.S. - Oh yeah, keeping the Wolfwood/Milly nookie just because I can. ^_^ And pardon the swearing and violence. I don't know if it's PG-13 in accordance to today's numb and disillusioned youth, but to cover my behind, I made it as such.
Tying up Loose Ends
Chapter 1
Emancipation and Proclamations
He awoke with a start, realizing that he was in deep shit. His brother was long gone already, but he needed to see it to believe it. Jumping from the chair outside of Knive's door, Vash tried to unlock, unhook, unfasten, and unbolt the door as fast as possible, urging his fingers to go a bloody bit faster. Vash stumbled through the doorway to see, in a faint patch of moonlight draped across the bed, bandages with long-dried blood blackening them in the near darkness. The window stood open but no breeze stirred the curtains.
Vash swore and ran downstairs to his room. He knew Knives was in no condition to fight, so that was probably the only reason why Vash had been left unharmed for the time being. Knives had been calling for his brother's torture and death in his fevered state since Vash had taken on the task of protecting humanity from his brother. Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to involve any of his friends (for fear of their safety and reproach, of course) Vash had rented a small house in the tiny town of Ecks. He supported the both of them with a measly part-time salary and managed to aquire drugs, bandages, and eventually tranquilizers from a kind nurse by effectively utilizing his puppy-dog eyes and a tearful story about a poor, invalid brother who was in so much pain that his poor, hard-working self couldn't seem to make enough money to abate it. Of course he tactfully forgot to mention the fact that the poor, invalid brother wanted to witness the death of all humans.
He couldn't let Knives fully recover but he couldn't let him suffer, either, so there in laid Vash's problem. He wasn't the person to figure this out, but he didn't dare involve who was capable of such problem solving. So all he could do was restrain his brother and lock him away during the day so he could go to work, and then come home at night and try to keep Knives entertained, under control, and on the mend, but not too fast. The tranquilizers were for whenever Knives seemed a bit too restless; they had worked well for a while but Vash hadn't counted on his brother aquiring a tolerance to the drugs so quickly.
All in all, it was a life, and most certainly not a happy one. In fact, it really was more of an existence than a life, and Vash was losing patience, hope, and his resolve. Over the past month the numbers of times Vash snuck away from work to play with the children of the town decreased dramatically until he didn't stray at all. No amount of pleading for a game or a wrestling match could stir Vash from his job or his path to and from work. The children would have stormed his house to try to rouse their friend if it weren't for the fact that they were scared of the man they heard yelling upstairs.
On a still day you could hear the rantings of an obviously sick and crazy man on the street below, coming from their tiny house. Everyone in town knew that the simpleton had a brother that never left the house, except for what shouts of his that escaped his room, and no one really wished to mess with the pair. Only the completely open eyes of the children could see the good inside Vash, their sight not yet clouded by a hard life on a hard planet. Still, their love and comradeship wasn't enough for Vash, who after 130 years or so of existence, was finally breaking down.
Knives had the amazing ability to breathe a little bit of life into his brother with his escape. Vash understood the chase, almost enjoyed the chase, but he still worried about what he would do when he came upon his brother again.
"Please let me find him before the ships arrive", he prayed to no deity in particular as he threw what he could in his old duffel bag. It had been seven months since he last needed it, and it replied to his touch with dusty gasps of surprise. Vash knew that Knives knew about the ships from Earth, the ones that had finally been contacted by the people in the ship that never landed, his friends and "family." He also knew that Knives had no plans to let those ships arrive whole and not on fire, if possible.
Vash barreled out the door, bag on his back, gun at his hip, sunglasses shielding his eyes. The only thing that was missing was the red coat, which he left behind not long after the scuffle with Knives. Anyone else watching would only see a blond man in threadbare brown slacks and an equally threadbare white collared shirt, all topped (or should I say bottomed) of with boots that, though they looked worn, didn't look quite like they were bought together with the clothes to make a fetching ensemble. Vash was smart enough to get rid of the signature coat that would tip off bounty hunters (not that many were chasing him any more, after all he had done) but it just didn't feel right without it. He had spent time in hiding before without it, but this time was different.
Vash stood under his brother's old window for a few minutes, trying to figure out how cold the trail was. It was pretty chilly, but at least it gave Vash an idea of which direction to head towards. So off he went, thinking to himself for the third or forth time since he had woken up that he really needed help, but he wouldn't ask for it; this was his problem. Besides, he hadn't seen Wolfwood or the Insurance Girls in months. Who knew where on Gunsmoke they could possibly be?
The towering gunman sighed a large sigh that seemed to take all of his slender frame to do so; it would have almost been comedic to watch. There wasn't much moonlight to follow the trail, but it was better than nothing and Vash had no time to lose. Vash the Stampede strode of into the dark alone.
No one but a stray black cat had witnessed the exit of the $$60 Billion Man from Ecks into the desert, leaving behind Ecks forever.
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Myshkin: It's only Chapter 1, I promise it gets more interesting (and longer) than this! Sometimes you just have to set everything up, yah know?