| Chapter 13 |
Vash's eyes widened, "What?! What are you talking about?!" His hands shook so much that he couldn't grip the gun. It was the first time he was scared, the first time he didn't know what to do.
Knives turned away, "Rem is alive, right now." Meryl felt so much to cry for help, "Vash!"
Vash held the gun firmly again and got closer to the man, he aimed right at his head, "I don't know you, and after what you did to this city and can't trust you!!" "Put the gun down!" ordered Knives. The man was calm while he sent another bombing in a new area.
Vash yelled and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the man and yet he was still standing. Vash stepped back, "What the hell?" "Put it down!" Knives repeated. Vash's pupil grew smaller. "He didn't felt it. Why didn't it bring him down?" He shot another one and the same thing happened.
The man turned to Knives who listened. "He can't die, Vash, he told me. He's already dead. So don't waste your bullets."
"Knives," Vash whispered, he fell to his knees. "I just witnessed more people dying, right in front of me, again. Why does this keep happening? Why can't I do anything about it? I'm tired of this happening." He glared at the man, "WHAT IS YOUR PLACE IN LIFE TO KILL ALL THESE PEOPLE!!! There have to be a way to kill you!"
The silence came once again. Knives studied the man hard.
"What is the meaning of being alive?" a loud voice echoed. "Why do you enjoy life so much that makes you want a longer stay? What is the point of it all? Life is nothing but suffering and yet you still want to continue. Continue each day, desperately trying to live. Happiness is rare, but sadness is aplenty. Why live with humans if you feel sadness for them?"
Vash clutched his hands. "I do this because . . . because I started my life with them. They cared for me since I was young and I have lived with them even now. I know there isn't much happiness in life, but for me, happiness is being with them. Each one of these people, I have loved and had joyous times with and I learned that each one is individual. They have there own mind of things, but all of them share the same thing -"
Knives watched his brother as he listened.
"They share the will to live with what they desire most, wealth, family, friends, but not everyone gets what they want. And you can't get what you want either. By giving them a chance for a longer life, I have learned from these people."
A single tear was forming in his eye. He shut his eyes tight. Knives looked at his brother, "Vash."
"You are the most foolish of them all." The voice laughed. "So as I said. Your loved one from the pass will be with you. She will get a second chance in life. But you cannot have her so easily. As I took the city life and its people, I cleaned up more suffering and sorrow. And you will know how life really works through pain and your loved one is with you all along."
The man suddenly disappeared and all was left is his black coat.
Knives stood still as he watched Vash breathing hard and grabbing the ground in horror. Meryl was terribly frightened too and she remained on the ground and soaked the silent scenery in her mind.
* * *
I never really understood what the mysterious man meant.
Meryl set her eyes on poor Vash.
But he was serious and he was the one who Vash took serious too. He got Vash into thinking back into Vash's cold pass, whatever it was, it will haunt him forever. The woman, Rem, must be very important to him as he still remembered her. I can tell he loved her and adored her. I know how it feels to lose someone you loved, but for Vash, it was simply painful just watching him.
For Knives though, he looked scared. I don't know exactly why, but Rem must be someone meaningful to him too. Everyday, from the day I had met him; he seemed calmer and less fierce towards his brother. Maybe there is something, or someone that is involved in his life, so he could feel love.
But as for this lady: Rem, there is something about her that even I can't oppose. I'm sure, because by the way Vash despise death, that she wishes this world to be made out of Love and Peace. I can't wait to see that, to see everyone getting along, no blood, and no pain. Everyone would like that. But not everyone can have what they want. If everyone did try to get what they desire, then it would lead to this, pain and suffering.
Vash made his way towards Meryl and laid beside her, "Are you okay?" Meryl shook her head, "I don't know. I feel sorta weird inside." Vash held her hand, "Just hang on there. You'll be fine."
Meryl then find it very hard to breathe. She saw how Vash worried for her, like for everyone else. And she smiled, "Vash, you jerk . . .everywhere you go, you always leave trouble behind . . ."
Vash didn't say anything. Meryl gently closed her eyes, " . . . Even if it wasn't your fault, you still took care of it. I love you, Vash the Stampede."
"No!" Vash held her tighter, "Meryl?! Don't go!"
How could this happen to a man who didn't cause any pain? He just wanted love and peace, but he ended up losing everything . . .
(A/N Puff2978: Hey, hope you liked it, the heart and most dramatic part of the story. I sure hope it didn't confuse you or anything, you can always e- mail me for any questions about the story and I'll answer it in less than a day. I always check my mail. Anyways, Meryl is gone, a piece of Vash's heart and crushed again. But then again . . .he didn't really lose everything . . . o.o)
Vash's eyes widened, "What?! What are you talking about?!" His hands shook so much that he couldn't grip the gun. It was the first time he was scared, the first time he didn't know what to do.
Knives turned away, "Rem is alive, right now." Meryl felt so much to cry for help, "Vash!"
Vash held the gun firmly again and got closer to the man, he aimed right at his head, "I don't know you, and after what you did to this city and can't trust you!!" "Put the gun down!" ordered Knives. The man was calm while he sent another bombing in a new area.
Vash yelled and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the man and yet he was still standing. Vash stepped back, "What the hell?" "Put it down!" Knives repeated. Vash's pupil grew smaller. "He didn't felt it. Why didn't it bring him down?" He shot another one and the same thing happened.
The man turned to Knives who listened. "He can't die, Vash, he told me. He's already dead. So don't waste your bullets."
"Knives," Vash whispered, he fell to his knees. "I just witnessed more people dying, right in front of me, again. Why does this keep happening? Why can't I do anything about it? I'm tired of this happening." He glared at the man, "WHAT IS YOUR PLACE IN LIFE TO KILL ALL THESE PEOPLE!!! There have to be a way to kill you!"
The silence came once again. Knives studied the man hard.
"What is the meaning of being alive?" a loud voice echoed. "Why do you enjoy life so much that makes you want a longer stay? What is the point of it all? Life is nothing but suffering and yet you still want to continue. Continue each day, desperately trying to live. Happiness is rare, but sadness is aplenty. Why live with humans if you feel sadness for them?"
Vash clutched his hands. "I do this because . . . because I started my life with them. They cared for me since I was young and I have lived with them even now. I know there isn't much happiness in life, but for me, happiness is being with them. Each one of these people, I have loved and had joyous times with and I learned that each one is individual. They have there own mind of things, but all of them share the same thing -"
Knives watched his brother as he listened.
"They share the will to live with what they desire most, wealth, family, friends, but not everyone gets what they want. And you can't get what you want either. By giving them a chance for a longer life, I have learned from these people."
A single tear was forming in his eye. He shut his eyes tight. Knives looked at his brother, "Vash."
"You are the most foolish of them all." The voice laughed. "So as I said. Your loved one from the pass will be with you. She will get a second chance in life. But you cannot have her so easily. As I took the city life and its people, I cleaned up more suffering and sorrow. And you will know how life really works through pain and your loved one is with you all along."
The man suddenly disappeared and all was left is his black coat.
Knives stood still as he watched Vash breathing hard and grabbing the ground in horror. Meryl was terribly frightened too and she remained on the ground and soaked the silent scenery in her mind.
* * *
I never really understood what the mysterious man meant.
Meryl set her eyes on poor Vash.
But he was serious and he was the one who Vash took serious too. He got Vash into thinking back into Vash's cold pass, whatever it was, it will haunt him forever. The woman, Rem, must be very important to him as he still remembered her. I can tell he loved her and adored her. I know how it feels to lose someone you loved, but for Vash, it was simply painful just watching him.
For Knives though, he looked scared. I don't know exactly why, but Rem must be someone meaningful to him too. Everyday, from the day I had met him; he seemed calmer and less fierce towards his brother. Maybe there is something, or someone that is involved in his life, so he could feel love.
But as for this lady: Rem, there is something about her that even I can't oppose. I'm sure, because by the way Vash despise death, that she wishes this world to be made out of Love and Peace. I can't wait to see that, to see everyone getting along, no blood, and no pain. Everyone would like that. But not everyone can have what they want. If everyone did try to get what they desire, then it would lead to this, pain and suffering.
Vash made his way towards Meryl and laid beside her, "Are you okay?" Meryl shook her head, "I don't know. I feel sorta weird inside." Vash held her hand, "Just hang on there. You'll be fine."
Meryl then find it very hard to breathe. She saw how Vash worried for her, like for everyone else. And she smiled, "Vash, you jerk . . .everywhere you go, you always leave trouble behind . . ."
Vash didn't say anything. Meryl gently closed her eyes, " . . . Even if it wasn't your fault, you still took care of it. I love you, Vash the Stampede."
"No!" Vash held her tighter, "Meryl?! Don't go!"
How could this happen to a man who didn't cause any pain? He just wanted love and peace, but he ended up losing everything . . .
(A/N Puff2978: Hey, hope you liked it, the heart and most dramatic part of the story. I sure hope it didn't confuse you or anything, you can always e- mail me for any questions about the story and I'll answer it in less than a day. I always check my mail. Anyways, Meryl is gone, a piece of Vash's heart and crushed again. But then again . . .he didn't really lose everything . . . o.o)