Author's Note:
Okay thanks to some really rude people it has come to my attention that I made some spelling errors. I have fixed these and hope that it is now right with you people. Anyway a lot of people are telling me that it never said in the anime that Vash and Meryle fall in love. I beg to differ, in Live Through, in the very end when we see Vash walking off into the dessert we see Meryle wipe away a tear and tell Milly that she couldn't tell Vash how she truly felt. Then in Under the Sky so Blue, in the end Meryle tells Milly that Vash will come back because he "Knows better than to keep a girl like me waiting." So yeah I'd say that they're in love. *!*And yes in my story Vash killed Knives, I don't care if that's the way it happened in the Anime or not, that's the way it happened in my story*!*
Prologue:
Vash stared aimlessly across the open desert plains of the planet Gunsmoke, thinking of the past, and what lay ahead. He turned and gave one last look at the dead, and bullet ravaged body of his brother Knives. Blood soaked the dry earth and formed a morbid wreath around his still form. 'So much blood has been spilled,' Vash thought, 'the lives of the innocent, the crew, Rem, Brad, Wolfwood…gone, they're all gone.' He looked down at his beloved, red, burnt, and torn coat. With his good arm he ripped it off and threw it into the wind. With a heavy sigh Vash turned his eyes to the now blue sky and with a heavy but determined heart spoke the last words he would ever say to his dearly beloved Rem.
"Rem I will always keep your words deep in my heart, but from now on, I will look for my own words to guide me…"
(The Planet Gunsmoke: 3 Months Later)
Chapter 1:Missing Love and Empty Hearts
Meryle Strife stood on the porch of her little cottage and watched the planet's twin suns set behind the far off ridges. As she watched, her thoughts strayed unbidden to her memories of Vash. "Vash," she whispered aloud as if her calling would cause him to appear before her. As always the space around her remained empty and unforgiving. A single tear escaped down her pale cheek. Furiously she wiped it away, afraid that someone would see her.
"That jerk! How dare he make me worry like this!" she fumed, though she found her anger to be as empty as her heart. In truth she was worried, it had been nearly three months sense Vash had set out with Wolfwood's cross on his back to take care of some "unfinished business" as he had called it. Her only regret was that, as he left, she couldn't find the courage to tell him what her heart screamed until she could no longer deny it. She loved him.
"So much for regrets," she mumbled wiping away another tear. With that, she began the short walk to the tavern where Milly and the other workers were waiting to begin the late shift on the digging for the water line. As she drew closer the sounds of laughter reached her ears, and lifted her spirits. As she reached the door she looked back to the stars and whispered a silent prayer to the Heavens, "Just, please keep Vash safe, where ever he is." she gave one last look out across the desert plains, and sighing to herself, she entered the tavern and began her work.
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The bar tender looked suspiciously over at his new customer. There was something familiar about the guy. In fact if the young man's hair was a bit shorter, and he was wearing a red coat instead of a ragged gray poncho, he would have sworn it was Vash the Stampede sitting at his bar. That was ridiculous of course everyone knew that the Huminoid Typhoon was on the run somewhere on the far side of Augusta.
"Excuse me?"
The bar tender jumped and turned to see where the voice had come from, only to find that it was the same man that was occupying his thoughts.
"What do you want?" the bar tender answered curtly.
"Well I was just wondering if I could ask you a question," the blonde haired man ask with a polite and gentle smile. The bar tender gave the man a long hard stare, surely this wasn't the legendary Vash the Stampede. Vash was said to be a heartless, embodiment of evil, with no remorse for the thousand that had suffered by his hand. This man sitting before him looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly. With that resolution, the bar tender decided to hear the man out.
"Shoot for it," the bar tender rumbled as he pulled up a stool.
"Well it's kinda silly I suppose," the blonde began with a sheepish smile, "there's this woman, and I can't get her out of my mind. I'm afraid to go back to her though, I'm afraid I'd be putting her in danger."
"I see. A family feud huh?" the bar tender asked.
"Something like that," the man answered as a sad look entered his gentle aqua eyes.
"Well kid, now is the time when you must ask yourself some very important questions. Number one, do you love this girl? Second, are you willing to die for her? And lastly, are you willing to do whatever it takes to protect, and keep her safe." the bar tender asserted.
The man paused for a second, then looking the bar tender directly in the eyes, answered just as assertively, "Yes, to all three and more."
The bartender nodded thoughtfully and sat back on his stool.
"Then don't run from her anymore. If you love her that much, then you need to grow a spine, and forget what your families say. Remember kid, the stars don't smile down on people much anymore. So when they do, you'd better pay attention." With one last hard stare, he stood and went back to waiting on his other customers.
The blonde hair man instead sat where he was and began to think about what he had just heard. He knew the bar tender was right, but he was still afraid. This charade wasn't going to last forever, and when someone found out who he really was, they would come. After all, he was still a wanted man with a $$60, 000, 000, 000 bounty on his head. He stared down into the bottom of his glass, as if the last dregs of his drink would offer up the answers he sought. As usual, they did not.
With a heavy sigh, he set his glass down, and after thanking the bar tender for his help, picked up his bag, turned and left the saloon for the last time. Once outside he stared up at the star strewn sky, and with a smile on his face, Vash began the long walk to the mining town, and his love, Meryle Strife.
Okay thanks to some really rude people it has come to my attention that I made some spelling errors. I have fixed these and hope that it is now right with you people. Anyway a lot of people are telling me that it never said in the anime that Vash and Meryle fall in love. I beg to differ, in Live Through, in the very end when we see Vash walking off into the dessert we see Meryle wipe away a tear and tell Milly that she couldn't tell Vash how she truly felt. Then in Under the Sky so Blue, in the end Meryle tells Milly that Vash will come back because he "Knows better than to keep a girl like me waiting." So yeah I'd say that they're in love. *!*And yes in my story Vash killed Knives, I don't care if that's the way it happened in the Anime or not, that's the way it happened in my story*!*
Prologue:
Vash stared aimlessly across the open desert plains of the planet Gunsmoke, thinking of the past, and what lay ahead. He turned and gave one last look at the dead, and bullet ravaged body of his brother Knives. Blood soaked the dry earth and formed a morbid wreath around his still form. 'So much blood has been spilled,' Vash thought, 'the lives of the innocent, the crew, Rem, Brad, Wolfwood…gone, they're all gone.' He looked down at his beloved, red, burnt, and torn coat. With his good arm he ripped it off and threw it into the wind. With a heavy sigh Vash turned his eyes to the now blue sky and with a heavy but determined heart spoke the last words he would ever say to his dearly beloved Rem.
"Rem I will always keep your words deep in my heart, but from now on, I will look for my own words to guide me…"
(The Planet Gunsmoke: 3 Months Later)
Chapter 1:Missing Love and Empty Hearts
Meryle Strife stood on the porch of her little cottage and watched the planet's twin suns set behind the far off ridges. As she watched, her thoughts strayed unbidden to her memories of Vash. "Vash," she whispered aloud as if her calling would cause him to appear before her. As always the space around her remained empty and unforgiving. A single tear escaped down her pale cheek. Furiously she wiped it away, afraid that someone would see her.
"That jerk! How dare he make me worry like this!" she fumed, though she found her anger to be as empty as her heart. In truth she was worried, it had been nearly three months sense Vash had set out with Wolfwood's cross on his back to take care of some "unfinished business" as he had called it. Her only regret was that, as he left, she couldn't find the courage to tell him what her heart screamed until she could no longer deny it. She loved him.
"So much for regrets," she mumbled wiping away another tear. With that, she began the short walk to the tavern where Milly and the other workers were waiting to begin the late shift on the digging for the water line. As she drew closer the sounds of laughter reached her ears, and lifted her spirits. As she reached the door she looked back to the stars and whispered a silent prayer to the Heavens, "Just, please keep Vash safe, where ever he is." she gave one last look out across the desert plains, and sighing to herself, she entered the tavern and began her work.
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The bar tender looked suspiciously over at his new customer. There was something familiar about the guy. In fact if the young man's hair was a bit shorter, and he was wearing a red coat instead of a ragged gray poncho, he would have sworn it was Vash the Stampede sitting at his bar. That was ridiculous of course everyone knew that the Huminoid Typhoon was on the run somewhere on the far side of Augusta.
"Excuse me?"
The bar tender jumped and turned to see where the voice had come from, only to find that it was the same man that was occupying his thoughts.
"What do you want?" the bar tender answered curtly.
"Well I was just wondering if I could ask you a question," the blonde haired man ask with a polite and gentle smile. The bar tender gave the man a long hard stare, surely this wasn't the legendary Vash the Stampede. Vash was said to be a heartless, embodiment of evil, with no remorse for the thousand that had suffered by his hand. This man sitting before him looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly. With that resolution, the bar tender decided to hear the man out.
"Shoot for it," the bar tender rumbled as he pulled up a stool.
"Well it's kinda silly I suppose," the blonde began with a sheepish smile, "there's this woman, and I can't get her out of my mind. I'm afraid to go back to her though, I'm afraid I'd be putting her in danger."
"I see. A family feud huh?" the bar tender asked.
"Something like that," the man answered as a sad look entered his gentle aqua eyes.
"Well kid, now is the time when you must ask yourself some very important questions. Number one, do you love this girl? Second, are you willing to die for her? And lastly, are you willing to do whatever it takes to protect, and keep her safe." the bar tender asserted.
The man paused for a second, then looking the bar tender directly in the eyes, answered just as assertively, "Yes, to all three and more."
The bartender nodded thoughtfully and sat back on his stool.
"Then don't run from her anymore. If you love her that much, then you need to grow a spine, and forget what your families say. Remember kid, the stars don't smile down on people much anymore. So when they do, you'd better pay attention." With one last hard stare, he stood and went back to waiting on his other customers.
The blonde hair man instead sat where he was and began to think about what he had just heard. He knew the bar tender was right, but he was still afraid. This charade wasn't going to last forever, and when someone found out who he really was, they would come. After all, he was still a wanted man with a $$60, 000, 000, 000 bounty on his head. He stared down into the bottom of his glass, as if the last dregs of his drink would offer up the answers he sought. As usual, they did not.
With a heavy sigh, he set his glass down, and after thanking the bar tender for his help, picked up his bag, turned and left the saloon for the last time. Once outside he stared up at the star strewn sky, and with a smile on his face, Vash began the long walk to the mining town, and his love, Meryle Strife.