Ohayou, My Dear Chapter 0013, 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 13

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    Vash sighed wearily as he stared at the abandoned vehicles blocking the road to Arksville. He didn't know what could have happened, but he had a gut feeling his brother was behind it. "No bodies, no blood, nothing. I just don't get it."

    Millie held her tongue, choosing instead to peek at the temperature gauge. A slight smile curved her lips upwards when she saw the needle rising towards the red zone. She didn't want them to be stranded, but at the same time she couldn't let Vash catch up to Knives too quickly. "Um…Mr. Vash?" She asked tentatively, schooling her features into a concerned frown.

    "What is it, Millie?" He asked distractedly as he continued to stare sightlessly into the distance.

    "Is that needle supposed to be going that high?" She asked innocently as she pointed at the temperature gauge.

    "Huh?" He looked down and gaped for a moment before releasing an explosive curse as he immediately cut the power to the engine. "What the hell?!" He jumped out and lifted the hood, jumping back as a blast of steam erupted. "Oh crap! Why do these things keep happening to me?!" He kicked the bumper and spun, dropping to the ground to pout at the sand. "I have the worst luck…**somebody** doesn't like me…"

    Millie bit her lip and slowly climbed out of the car, walking around behind it and dropping the radiator cap into the sand casually as she continued around to stand beside him. "What happened?" She asked softly.

    "Overheated." He muttered. "Cap's gone." He shook his head and flopped onto his back to stare up at the sky. "I hate my life."

    "Oh don't say that, Mr. Vash. I'm sure everything will be just fine. Maybe we can get a cap from one of those vehicles." She pointed at the cars and trucks blocking the road. "Are you hungry?"

    "No…" He slowly sat and stared at the cars. "I just don't get it. What happened here? And where are all the people?"

    Millie shrugged and reached into the back seat to grab a cup of pudding. "I don't really know, Mr. Vash, but it looks like someone abandoned their vehicles. I wonder why they just left them there in the middle of the road? You'd think they could've at least moved them off to the side."

    Jumping agilely to his feet, Vash approached the blockade with a frown. Something glinted in the sand and he stopped to look closer. "Bullets? What the hell?" Scowling, he turned and stared at Millie for a moment. "Come on, Millie. We'll just switch vehicles. I don't think they'll care much since they just left them here."

    "Okay." She turned away to hide her frown. "Oh darn. And it was such a good idea, too." She glared down at her red fingers. "And I went to so much trouble." She sighed and shook her head, tossing her now empty pudding container into the back seat and reached for their luggage. Frowning, she tried to think of a way to delay their departure some more and finally straightened with the bags and suitcases in her arms. She took a step towards her friend and immediately collapsed. **I'm sorry, Mr. Vash, but I can't let you follow so quickly…not yet.**

    "Millie?" Vash blinked and hurried to the fallen woman's side. "Hey, Millie? You okay?" When he didn't receive an answer he knelt and shook her gently. "Oh man…this is bad." He looked around quickly and gently lifted the unconscious woman's body into his arms and moved towards the shade offered by their car. "I'm sorry, Millie. You should've told me you weren't feeling well." He sighed and reached for one of their canteens. Guilt swirled through him as he poured some of the precious water onto a cloth and gently wiped her flushed face. "I should've paid more attention…"

    Millie forced her muscles to relax and remain limp. She really hated making Vash worry like this, but she felt she had no choice. Knives needed more time to talk to Meryl about Vash and **she** still needed to broach the subject on her end. **What a mess. We really should've planned things better.** She hoped Meryl wasn't giving Knives too much trouble, but knowing her friend she was probably in the process of planning an escape. She only hoped that she wouldn't do something foolish and get herself hurt. Knives may have been trying to be a good person, but his patience only went so far and she knew that Meryl had a bad habit of speaking her mind quite loudly. She loved her friend to pieces, but she also knew that she had a major flaw in her personality…her volatile temper.

    Vash carefully loosened Millie's habitual tie and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Gently lifting her to a sitting position, guiding her head to his shoulder, he removed her cloak and tossed it aside. "This is probably why you fainted…it's just too hot for you to wear all these clothes, Millie." He shook his head and lowered her back to the sand. Pushing her sleeves back, he ran the wet cloth over her arms, frowning at her reddened fingers. "Huh?" Lifting her hand he stared at the unmistakable signs of recent scalding. Green eyes narrowing he leaned over her and stared intently into her flushed face. "Millie?" He asked softly. He didn't receive an answer, not that he expected one. "I don't know why you did it, Millie, so I think you owe me an explanation to why you sabotaged our car." One blue eye opened and looked up at him.

    Millie gulped. "Ah…Mr. Vash…um…" She smiled sheepishly. "Oh boy."

    He sat back and folded his arms across his chest. "Oh boy, is right. Care to explain?"

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