Ohayou, My Dear Chapter 0009, 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 9

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    Millie awoke with a contented smile curving her lips upwards. She was certain that things were going to pick up soon now that Knives had arrived and agreed to help her fix things between Meryl and Vash. She just hoped he didn't use too extreme of methods in this joint endeavor. As much as she'd enjoy spending time with him again, she really didn't want Vash to hurt him too badly. Her smile faded to be replaced with a frown. **He never did tell me what he was doing here…oh well…I'll ask later.**

    Rolling out of bed she grimaced when her feet hit the cold floor. Hurrying to where she'd left her suitcase open the night before she began pulling out clothes for the day. The crinkling sound of paper drew her attention and she reached into her pocket only to discover an envelope addressed to her. Blinking in surprise she returned to her bed partially dressed, staring at her name the whole time. "I wonder who it's from…" She murmured as she perched on the edge of the mattress. Shrugging, she carefully opened the envelope and smiled when she pulled out a short letter. "Oh! It's from Mr. Knives."

    The letter was short and too the point, the content succinct just like the man who'd written it. Essentially he was merely telling her that the 'plan' had been put into action the night before and that he would make the next move in the morning. Millie carefully folded the letter and tucked it safely away in a pocket in her suitcase before she finished dressing. She'd just finished brushing her hair when her door crashed open. Jumping to her feet she grabbed her stun gun and turned to face the intruder.

    Blinking in surprise Millie lowered the weapon. "Mr. Vash? What are you doing?"

    Crossing to her quickly he grabbed her by the arms and shook her. "Millie! She's gone! Gone!"

    Teeth clicking together with the force of the shaking, Millie tried to focus her gaze on the tall man currently panicking in front of her. "Who? Mr. Vash, who's gone? Why are you here?"

    "Meryl!" He released her abruptly and sank to the floor in a boneless heap. "He took her…he told me he did…contacted me, just like that and told me he took her…"

    Millie hastily hid a smile and knelt beside the obviously distraught gunman. "Who took Meryl? I don't understand, Mr. Vash. You aren't making any sense."

    "Knives!" He wailed and jumped to his feet. "Knives kidnapped Meryl, Millie!" He lifted his arms, hands closed into fists, and banged them into the sides of his head. "How could I be so stupid?! I should've known when we couldn't find any trace of him, no matter where we went! He was following the whole damn time just waiting for an opportunity to snatch her! God! I'm such an idiot!"

    Standing slowly, Millie rested her hand against his arm gently. "But…why now?"

    "I don't know! Maybe he got bored waiting…I don't know! It doesn't matter…we gotta find them before he does something to her!"

    "But…" Millie's protest was cut short when he grabbed her hand and dragged her out the door. "Mr. Vash!"

    "No time! There's no time! We gotta find them **now**!" He dragged her down the stairs and out the door into the street without pause.

    **Oh…Knives…I hope you're ready!** She thought desperately as she ran to keep up with the gunman's longer strides.

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    Meryl woke slowly with a feeling of sever disorientation and a throbbing headache. "Ohhhh…" She moaned softly, squeezing her eyes shut tight against what was probably going to be painful bright light. It took several minutes for her to realize that instead of a relatively comfortable and soft bed beneath her was something hard and lumpy. Frowning, she moved her hand over the surface and sat bolt upright. "Sand?!" Looking around herself wildly she gasped in shock. The hotel room was gone and in its place was open desert.

    "Good. You're awake."

    Whirling, she stared in horror at the speaker of the cold words. "K-Knives?!" She whispered through lips stiff with fear.

    "Who else? Get up." He stood and towered over her. "I don't have all day, woman. Hurry up." He reached down and grabbed her by her arm and hauled her to her feet. He gestured towards the remains of a small fire and what looked to be travel rations. "Eat before it gets cold. I'm not stopping again until nightfall." He gave her a little shove towards the breakfast.

    Meryl shook her head slowly and crouched down, reaching a tentative hand towards the food. She glanced back at him but he wasn't looking at her. Swallowing, she grabbed the pan and lifted it closer to her. **I have to get away from him! Vash needs to know that he's close by and Millie…oh poor Millie! She'll be so worried!"** She stood and slowly inched her way closer to him, lifting the frying pan as a makeshift weapon.

    "Don't." Knives didn't bother turning. "Don't even try it. I'm not in the mood to deal nicely with being bludgeoned with a frying pan, Meryl Stryfe."

    Meryl slowly lowered her arm and stared at the back of his head with eyes narrowed in anger and hate. "How did you know?"

    "Your thoughts give it away." He turned slowly to face her. "Eat your breakfast."

    Slowly kneeling again she began to eat automatically, grey eyes narrowed and studying her captor as she did so. He'd abandoned his body suit for something that appeared to be leggings similar to Vash's choice of wear with a white button shirt and black vest under a long weather worn brown trench coat. She tilted her head to the side as she nearly choked on the food she was stuffing into her mouth at a rapid pace. **He still has that black gun…this could be bad.** He looked almost normal…almost **human**…except for the coldness in his narrowed blue eyes. He'd let his pale hair grow out somewhat and didn't look quite so militant now. **No, he just looks extremely dangerous, that's all. Of course, what's changed?**

    "Stop that." He said mildly as he turned away. "It's irritating to listen to your blabbering thoughts constantly. I liked it better when you were unconscious."

    "Well tough! I can't just stop thinking, you know!" **Of all the…I swear, if he weren't a sociopathic homicidal maniac I'd give him a piece of my mind!** Meryl stuffed the last of her breakfast into her mouth and stood when he turned to glare at her. **As it is he'd probably rip my throat out and leave me for the buzzards to find. I think I'll just bide my time and keep quiet for now…at least until I can figure out a way to escape.**

    Knives rolled his eyes and turned his back to hide his amused smirk. He doubted his little captive would appreciate his amusement at her expense. **This is going to be one hell of a long week. I hope Vash gets his ass in gear.** "Come one. I don't have all day to sit here listening to you grumble. I have a job to do." With that, he strode away without waiting for a reply. "Millie, you owe me…" He muttered under his breath as less than flattering descriptions of his character floated to him from Meryl's direction behind him.

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