Chicas and dudes..... Bonjour! You people are just great, ya know? Yeah.
Well, this is mah first Trigun fic..er.. one with an actual plot and with
no song lyrics, and it may be my last. I have *no* idea how long its gonna
go on.. Many a math class I have spent putting this on paper.. it was high
time to finally write the damn thing on the computer. Its not very long..
Sorta wish it were longer.. But yeah. Okay, I'm listening to Norah Jones..
great stuff, that. So yes. To the prologue, then the ficcy!
Disclaimer: I do.. oh wait.. dammit! What did you say? I *don't* own Trigun? That sucks.
There is a title, right?
Ah. Yes.
Retourn à Moi
Prologue
It had been two months since she had seen him. Those two months were worse than the two years previous he had been absent. She looked out upon the desert and relieved that memory. She was surrounded by the townspeople.. she stood in front of them all.. in front of him. He was bleeding.. beat up almost past recognition. They were going to.. were going to shoot him. She almost had no other choice. So she took the gun.
She had saved him. She saved him.. instead of the other way around. She didn't know at the time.. She didn't realize it was not only to save his life, but because she felt like it was the best thing to do.. the only thing one could have done. She didn't go after his abusers, no, she knew that would have been wrong. And two wrongs never did make a right, did they? She believed in it.. she had to stand up for those beliefs.
"It was something he believed in too.." she whispered to herself, as if nobody was listening. But another sat in the darkened room, staring just as pointlessly out the exact same window at the endless sands. She too understood the pain the other was going through.. to lose one so close. They were lost in the silence of the room, and the second girl started to cry. Soft tears slowly trailed their way down her face, and she wiped them away, pushing aside café au lait hair. She thought of the one she had lost.. she saw him, black hair waving in the wind, giant cross across his back. She cried every night after she lost him. She still cried some nights.. but never as hard as then. She had grown since then.
She still cried.. but the night he left, she didn't cry for herself.
She cried for Meryl.
~ ~ ~
That mah friends.. is the prologue. Chapter one shall be uploaded soon, I promise. I'm writing it as I speak! I swear! Its on paper! It needs typed! I love ya all.
RSVP! Review S'il vous plait!
Press the wittle button. You know you want to.. everybody else is doing it! Give into peer pressure!
Til next time.. Roganu-chan, the sophomore who is as of now avoiding homework
Disclaimer: I do.. oh wait.. dammit! What did you say? I *don't* own Trigun? That sucks.
There is a title, right?
Ah. Yes.
Retourn à Moi
Prologue
It had been two months since she had seen him. Those two months were worse than the two years previous he had been absent. She looked out upon the desert and relieved that memory. She was surrounded by the townspeople.. she stood in front of them all.. in front of him. He was bleeding.. beat up almost past recognition. They were going to.. were going to shoot him. She almost had no other choice. So she took the gun.
She had saved him. She saved him.. instead of the other way around. She didn't know at the time.. She didn't realize it was not only to save his life, but because she felt like it was the best thing to do.. the only thing one could have done. She didn't go after his abusers, no, she knew that would have been wrong. And two wrongs never did make a right, did they? She believed in it.. she had to stand up for those beliefs.
"It was something he believed in too.." she whispered to herself, as if nobody was listening. But another sat in the darkened room, staring just as pointlessly out the exact same window at the endless sands. She too understood the pain the other was going through.. to lose one so close. They were lost in the silence of the room, and the second girl started to cry. Soft tears slowly trailed their way down her face, and she wiped them away, pushing aside café au lait hair. She thought of the one she had lost.. she saw him, black hair waving in the wind, giant cross across his back. She cried every night after she lost him. She still cried some nights.. but never as hard as then. She had grown since then.
She still cried.. but the night he left, she didn't cry for herself.
She cried for Meryl.
~ ~ ~
That mah friends.. is the prologue. Chapter one shall be uploaded soon, I promise. I'm writing it as I speak! I swear! Its on paper! It needs typed! I love ya all.
RSVP! Review S'il vous plait!
Press the wittle button. You know you want to.. everybody else is doing it! Give into peer pressure!
Til next time.. Roganu-chan, the sophomore who is as of now avoiding homework