Ohayou, My Dear Chapter 0007, 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 7

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    Millie finished her letter in record time and leaned back with a sigh of relief. She'd only written ten pages…a personal record for her. Usually her letters ended up being novel length. She smiled and stood, holding the envelope close to her chest. "I'll take it down right away! That way I won't have to worry about waking up early in the morning." Feeling a little giddy, she hurried out the door and closed it quietly behind her before tiptoeing down the stairs and out the front door, ignoring the curious look the hotel clerk was giving her. **Phew…made it!** She grinned and dashed down the street, excitement curling through her at the thought of maybe seeing Knives again. Despite what Vash and Meryl thought, he wasn't nearly as bad as he first appeared. She'd gotten to know him quite well during his time of convalescence after Vash had defeated him. Sure, he was still a bit grumpy, but she couldn't blame him, really. After all, he'd been shot by his own brother and that ought to have hurt his feelings plenty.

    Not paying attention to where she was going with her mind on the mysterious man known as Millions Knives, Millie ran right into something hard with a loud oomph. She nearly fell and if not for that 'something' reaching out and grabbing her arm she would've found herself landed firmly on her backside in the dusty street. "Watch it!" Her eyes widened in shock. She knew that voice.

    Looking up quickly she gasped, a bright smile lighting up her features. "Mr. Knives!" She cried and then clamped a hand over her mouth as she looked around guiltily. "Sorry!" She whispered and, without thinking, hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad to see you! You've saved me postage."

    Stiffening in shock at the strange welcome, Knives disentangled himself from the tall woman's near bone-crushing embrace. "Postage?" He repeated slowly with a scowl. "What are you talking about?"

    Millie held up her letter and waved it. "I wrote you a letter." She suddenly became serious, her brow crinkling with a frown of worry. "I need your help."

    "My help?" He snorted. "What makes you think I'd help you?" When she smirked, he took a hasty step back. It was an expression completely foreign to her usually cheerful features. He shifted, feeling decidedly uncomfortable. "What? What's that look for?"

    "You owe me, Mr. Knives. I never told on you and now I'm calling you on it."

    "I knew I should've just killed you." He muttered reflexively before he allowed a slight smile to curve his lips upwards. "All right. What do you want?"

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    Vash ran a hand though his hair nervously as he shifted from one foot to another in the hall. He was trying to work up the courage to enter room 203. He had the key, he had the purpose, now all he needed was the courage. Truth be told, he was afraid. **Meryl usually sleeps with her derringers.** He thought with a shudder. He didn't want to chance getting shot, but still…he owed her an apology and he'd be damned if he'd go another two weeks without giving it. **Okay…I can do this.** Swallowing with great difficulty he pushed the key towards the lock and scowled when he saw his hand shaking so much the key wouldn't go into the hole. He laughed shakily and shook his head. **Look at me…scared of one tiny little woman. What's this world coming to? I'm Vash the Stampede…the man who will slaughter the innocent, does the most evil of evil deeds with a price of sixty billion double dollars on his head…yes I am that man!** Feeling as if he'd somehow managed to fortify his courage with his usual 'Humanoid Typhoon' speech he drew in a deep breath and tried again for the lock. His hand still shook. "Oh, who am I kidding?" His shoulders slumped and he allowed his head to thump against the door. "I'm nothing but an idiot with a big mouth." He sighed unhappily and pushed away from the door. He was about to turn away when it opened abruptly and he found himself on the business end of a derringer. **Oh crap…**

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    "So, that's about it." Millie sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I don't really know what happened, but it's been an awful two weeks, I can tell you."

    "I imagine it was." Knives murmured as he raised his glass to sip at the pungent smelling liquor contained within it. "So…what do you want me to do about it?"

    "I don't really know." She leaned forward again and rested her elbows on the table. "I was hoping you might have some good ideas that we could work with."

    He snorted and set the glass on the table and leaned forward as well. "You do realize that Vash won't appreciate any interference from me, don't you?"

    She leaned forward a little more and lowered her voice to an uncharacteristic growl. "Tough. He brought it on himself. If they wouldn't have acted so…so…" She scowled and pursed her lips thoughtfully as she searched for the right word. She finally settle on one that seemed the most appropriate. "Childish, then I wouldn't have resorted to something this drastic."

    He leaned back, closing his eyes, and sighed. "He's going to shoot me again…I just know it." He shook his head and slowly opened his eyes again to smile at her. "You'll nurse me back to health again, won't you Millie?"

    "You bet!" She giggled and blushed, reaching for her nearly forgotten drink.

    "Glad to hear it…but I hope you aren't too eager for me to get shot again 'cause I can tell you it isn't pleasant at all." He grimaced and once again shook his head. "I know I'm going to regret this…I just know it."

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