Ohayou, My Dear Chapter 0015, 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 15

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    Meryl sat perfectly still as she waited in the jeep for Knives outside the sheriff's office in October City. She'd been reluctant to wait outside for him, but after being reminded rather rudely of her current state of dress, she'd finally grudgingly agreed. There was no way she was going to parade around in her night clothes and provide more amusement for her captor. She still wasn't entirely certain why he'd kidnapped her, but she was beginning to realize that he didn't intend to hurt her…at least not yet.

    Glaring at the open door of the sheriff's office she nibbled on her bottom lip thoughtfully. The sheriff had greeted Knives with a wide smile and friendly attitude, indicating that they'd had business dealings in the past. She wondered if he even knew about his 'favorite' marshal's less than stellar past. "Probably not." She muttered as she hunched down further into the hot seat. She wasn't about to give up the story, either. "Probably wouldn't believe me anyway." She shrugged and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. It wasn't that she felt any particular loyalty towards Knives, but she wasn't about to make her own situation more difficult that it already was.

    Knives glanced out the window to check on his companion and once satisfied that she was still in the jeep he turned back to face the sheriff. "In a day or two a man will be arriving looking for me."

    "Oh?" The sheriff sat up straighter and leaned forward. "Should I be concerned?"

    "Not at all. I want you to hold him for an extra day and then release him." He leaned against the wall and rifled through a small stack of wanted posters.

    "And who is this man?" The sheriff was intrigued. It wasn't often he found himself in such a strange position with the marshal. He had a lot of respect for the mysterious man, but there was something about him that just didn't add up. Until three years before he didn't exist. There just weren't any records of the man going by the name of Marshal Wyatt Earp…beyond the ancient history left over from the old world, that is. He wondered if he was a descendent.

    "Vash the Stampede." Knives set the papers aside and smiled grimly at the look of horror clouding the sheriff's expression.

    "D-did you just say…Vash the Stampede?! You have the Humanoid Typhoon on your trail?" He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes fighting to steady his nerves. "And you want me to hold him for a day? That's asking a lot, Marshal Earp."

    "I know. I wouldn't ask if it weren't important." Pushing away from the wall he leaned over the desk to meet the other man's gaze directly. "Vash isn't to be harmed, sheriff. I'd be most displeased if he were."

    Swallowing with great difficulty he nodded. "Yeah…but what about us?"

    Smirking he stepped back and folded his arms across his chest. "Trust me, he's harmless. You have more to worry about from that woman waiting out there." He tilted his head towards the open door.

    "Who is she?" He asked curiously.

    "Vash's woman."

    "What?!" He blinked and stood slowly to peer more closely at the small figure huddled on the seat of the jeep. "What's she doing with you then?"

    Ignoring the question he moved closer to the desk. "There will be a woman with Vash…tall, brown hair, blue eyes." He reached inside his vest and produced an envelope. "Her name is Millie Thompson. Give this to her."

    "Yeah…sure. No problem, Marshal." He looked at the envelope he held and smiled wanly. "I hope my jail survives this."

    "Try not to get too close to him with explosives and you should be fine." He turned and strode towards the door. "He has an unfortunate problem with explosives, sheriff. They have a tendency to explode when he's around destroying nearly everything in sight."

    "And this is supposed to make me feel better how?"

    He paused with his foot on the threshold and chuckled. "Trust me, sheriff…Vash is a pacifist. He hates violence and can't stand the sight of blood. He won't make trouble as long as you remember what I just told you."

    "Sure. If you say so." He stood and followed the taller man outside. "Say, Marshal, how do you know the Humanoid Typhoon anyway?"

    Knives paused and looked up at the sky, expression thoughtful as he struggled to find a suitable explanation. He lowered his gaze and stared at Meryl for several moments, reading her discomfort easily. He really should find her something decent to wear. She couldn't continue traveling with him in nothing but her night shirt. It just wasn't professional. He turned slowly back to face the sheriff and smiled a little. He found he actually liked the smaller man. He found his sense of justice refreshing in comparison to most of the lawmen he'd had dealings with in recent years. Bill Murphy, sheriff of October City, was one of the rare humans that he could respect. "Perhaps it wouldn't cause any harm to tell you…" He murmured softly as he moved closer to the other man. He looked down at him with a frown. "This goes no further, sheriff."

    He nodded. "Understood, Marshal." His curiosity was definitely piqued now.

    "Vash is my brother. That's how I know so much about him."

    The sheriff felt his jaw drop. "Y-your…brother?!" He was mortified when his voice came out as an unmanly squeak. "Holy sunspots! I'll be damned. It must have been a relief, then, when that bounty was taken off of him."

    "You have no idea. He'll be relieved when he finds out that his name was cleared."

    "You mean he doesn't know?" When the taller man shook his head the sheriff sighed. "I wonder how he could miss that."

    "Vash isn't the most observant, sheriff. We don't talk much so I didn't get the chance to tell him myself yet. I'd appreciate it if you kept this to yourself, all right?" He gave an added mental nudge to ensure the other man's silence. "Remember, one day, sheriff."

    "Yeah. No problem, Marshal. One day…" He watched as the marshal got into the jeep and started it. The woman looked less than pleased by his presence, but the sheriff decided that if she was indeed Vash the Stampede's woman then she definitely wouldn't be happy to be in the custody of a lawman like Marshal Earp. "She probably doesn't know about that bounty being lifted either." Shaking his head, he stepped into the street and headed towards the saloon. "I need a drink…"

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