Ohayou, My Dear Chapter 0006, a trigun fanfic

Trigun Fanfic

The following fanfiction was written by me (Chiruken) and is intended for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

--Ohayou, My Dear—

Trigun Fanfic Featuring Vash and Meryl. "Pervert!" "Wh-what are you doing in my bed?" "Put some clothes on for God's sake!"

By Chiruken

Chapter 6

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    Meryl scowled as they entered the town of Jens. **What the hell is this? A convention for beauty pageant contestants?!** She made a sound that closely resembled a growl and rolled her eyes. **Oh yeah…Vash is going to have a hey day!** She glanced at him and blinked in surprise. He'd donned his sunglasses again and was staring straight ahead, not looking right nor left as if he didn't even notice the beautiful women parading around him. She felt her jaw drop. **Is he…sick?** That was the only explanation for his strange behavior. Worry creasing her forehead, she dropped her suitcase and hurried to his side, reaching up to press her fingers against his cheek to check for a fever. "Vash? Are you all right? Are you sick?" She asked, voice filled with concern.

    After being given the silent treatment for nearly two weeks Vash almost couldn't handle all the attention and dropped his bag and stood rigidly in the street as Meryl fussed over him. **What the hell?!** He blinked and slowly looked down at her with a frown. "What are you doing?" The words emerged harsher than he'd intended and he immediately regretted opening his mouth when she jumped back looking as if he'd physically struck her.

    "I…I…" She swallowed and turned, grabbing her suitcase, and fled. Running towards the hotel she had only one thought…to get away from the stranger Vash had become and hide in her room so she could have a good cry in privacy.

    "M-Meryl! Wait!" He reached out a hand and slowly let it fall to his side when she disappeared into the building.

    "Mr. Vash?" Millie halted beside him and frowned. "What happened to Meryl?"

    "My big mouth, what else?" He sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Millie. I'm really making this trip hard, aren't I?"

    "Well, I wouldn't say that, Mr. Vash." She smiled brightly and shrugged. "It's interesting, that's for sure. You should go and talk to her, you know. I don't really know what happened, but I can tell that it's really bothering her. Meryl isn't very good at hiding her feelings and though she tries to deny it, she's a big softie under all that tough stuff she shows everyone. Well, I'm going to go check in."

    "Yeah. You do that." He frowned down at the ground for a moment. A sudden idea popped into his head. It was stupid, idiotic and desperate, but it just might work. Hurrying after the tall woman he called out to her. "Hey, Millie! Wait up! I gotta talk to you."

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    Meryl buried her face in her pillow and cried, thumping her fist against the mattress as her sobs shook her small frame. **He hates me!** She whimpered softly and shook her head, her tears leaving wet trails on the linens. **He can't stand to be anywhere near me, let alone in physical contact!** She'd really botched it this time. Now she'd never get the chance to tell him how she really felt about him. Suddenly sitting up she stared at the wall ignoring the tears still trickling down her cheeks. Lips trembling she crawled off the bed and retrieved her typewriter. Setting it on the small table set up in front of the window she inserted a sheet of paper and began to type, the process painfully slow as her vision blurred and her shoulders shook.

    **I have no choice…this is the best thing I could do under these circumstances…** She sniffled loudly and continued to type. Obviously she was no longer an objective observer and as such her job was seriously compromised. Besides, now that she knew that Vash the Stampede, the Humanoid Typhoon, was really a big doofus and not at all violently dangerous she didn't have to keep him under twenty-four hour surveillance anymore. **Millie can handle it by herself…and if she can't, they can reassign someone else to take my place.** Nodding firmly through her tears, Meryl continued to type her letter of resignation.

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     "I don't know, Mr. Vash…I think Meryl would be very upset with me if I did that." Millie frowned up at him and shrugged. "But I understand, I really do. So…that's why I'll do it." She stepped closer to him and grabbed him by the front of his coat. "But so help me if you hurt her again, I'll personally hunt you down and make you pay. Understand?"

    "Absolutely!" Vash was shocked. He never would've thought Millie Thompson to be particularly intimidating, yet here was the proof. He was glad that they were actually friends and that she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. He never wanted to be on the receiving end of her right hook ever again. Once was more than enough for him.

    "All right. It's room 203." She grabbed his hand and dropped a key into it. "I hope I don't regret this later." She turned and walked away, clutching her suitcase and the key he'd given her in exchange for hers. **Oh Meryl…I hope you aren't too angry with me when this is over.** Just to be on the safe side she intended to write a letter that night and post it before anyone else got up in the morning. She wasn't taking any chances with her friends' happiness and well-being. Of course, it was going to be tough to convince her co-conspirator that he really wanted to do this, but she was confident that once she reminded him of the favor he owed her that he would agree to help. She just hoped that Vash and Meryl wouldn't be too angry with her for keeping this bit of information to herself. She sighed and shook her head as she entered her room. "Well, that's part of the favor he owes me." She shrugged and sat down to write her letter. Spreading out the crisp paper she tapped the pen against her lips for a moment before leaning forward to address it. "Dear Mr. Knives…" She murmured softly and began to write at a near frenzied pace.

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