Ohayou, My Dear Chapter 0019, 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 19

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    Millie glanced over at her silent companion and shook her head. "Mr. Vash, you're worrying for nothing." When he didn't respond she turned in her seat and leaned closer to him. "Knives isn't going to hurt Meryl."

    "How do you know that, Millie?" His brows drew together into a concerned frown.

    "Because I just do. Mr. Vash…what are you going to do when we find them?" She asked softly, blue eyes steady on his profile.

    "Beat the tar out of him for worrying me like this!" He answered without hesitation.

    "Just don't shoot him again, okay? I don't want Knives to get hurt because of me." She bit her lip nervously when he didn't answer. "Please, Mr. Vash? It wasn't his idea, remember? He wouldn't have done it if I didn't ask him to."

    He cast a skeptical look in her direction. "We'll see, Millie…we'll see."

    "I think you should be worrying more about what you're going to say to Meryl instead of what you're going to do to Knives."

    "What?" He swerved and swore under his breath. "What are you talking about?"

    She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Mr. Vash. Why do you think we did this? It was to help you and Meryl reflect on how you feel about each other and then admit it. I mean, really! You two have been behaving like children for the last two weeks and all over some silly argument that neither of you probably remember. Something had to be done."

    "But kidnapping Meryl?!" He shook his head. "Look, Millie, I really appreciate what you tried to do, but I really don't think Meryl's going to. She's going to be really pissed over this…and I mean lots. Knowing her, she's going to blame this on me."

    "Oh no, Mr. Vash. Knives is supposed to tell her the truth and talk to her too about…"

    "What?!" He slammed on the brakes and turned to stare at her in shocked disbelief. "You mean to say my…my **brother** is right now at this minute trying to have a heart to heart with Meryl about…about…**us**?!"

    "Well, I don't know about it being right now at this minute, but yes, he is going to…"

    He banged his head against the steering wheel repeatedly. "Why me? Why me? Why me?" He moaned pitifully.

    "Mr. Vash?" Millie leaned over in concern. "Are you all right?"

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    Meryl glanced over at her silently fuming companion and shivered. **Oh boy…I've really done it now…** "Um…Knives?" She asked hesitantly.

    "Don't." He gritted, eyes narrowed to angry slits. "Don't talk to me."

    "I-I'm really, really sorry…" She whispered softly and shifted uncomfortably on her seat. "I was only trying to help."

    "For future reference, woman, don't. Do not, under any circumstance, try to help me again. Understood?"

    "Yes." She sank lower into the hot seat and sniffled, trying in vain to blink back the tears that sprang to her eyes. "I understand."

    He glanced over at her when he heard her sniffle again. "What the hell are you crying for? I'm the one who got shot, you idiot!"

    "I know! And don't call me an idiot, you jerk!"

    "Of all the—" He clenched his hands on the steering wheel feeling the metal give a little under his grip. He forced his hands to relax before he destroyed their vehicle. "It's all your fault, you know." He glanced over at her when she didn't reply. "If you would've just listened and stayed in the car like I told you to this wouldn't have happened."

    "I know." She whispered miserably. "I can't say how sorry I am."

    "Whatever. Just don't do it again. I don't know about you, but I have an aversion to getting shot."

    "I know…and I promise to be more careful in the future."

    "It wouldn't have been so bad…" He muttered before turning an icy glare on her again. "If it wouldn't have been **you** who shot me! What the hell were you aiming for anyway?"

    "I already said I was sorry! Can't you give it a rest! It was the kick back from the shotgun that threw off my aim. I'm used to derringers, Knives…derringers." She sighed and turned to him slowly. "You really should let me look at it…"

    "Forget it. Who knows what else you'll do to me?" He sighed and shook his head. "I don't know how Vash has survived this long with you around."

    "For your information, I think it's your brother's penchant for disaster that's been rubbing off on me." Moving a little closer she reached out a tentative hand towards the makeshift bandage wrapped around his arm. "Just let me look, Knives…"

    "Stop that!" He pulled away from her and glared for a moment before turning his attention back to the road. "Just don't touch it, Meryl. It hurts enough as it is."

    "Maybe I can…"

    "I said no."

    "Fine." She sat back with a huff and folded her arms across her chest to glare out the windshield at their prisoners marching in front of them. "So where are we taking them?"

    "October City is the closest jail so it'll have to do."

    "Okay…but…I don't think their jail will hold them. I mean look at them! They've already escaped from how many jails?"

    "Trust me. They'll stay put." He glared at her for a moment. "Unlike you, they know their place."

    "Only because you brainwashed them." She scowled and returned his glare with one of her own. "And don't even think of it, buster. Vash would never forgive you if he found out that you did that to me."

    "So who'd tell him?"

    "Like he wouldn't be able to tell." She smiled a little, comfortable in her knowledge that Knives wouldn't try any of his 'mind' things on her.

    "Don't count on it, woman. Push me enough and I won't care. Vash might even thank me in the end…especially if it improves your personality."

    "What the hell is that supposed to mean?! If anyone needs a new personality it's you, Mr. I'm going to kill everyone and set the Plants free!" She poked his arm for emphasis missing his pained intake of breath in her angry tirade. "I don't understand how you can possibly be Vash's brother! It's like you're the evil twin or something. What happened? Did all the nice genes go into him and you got left with the nasty leftovers?"

    "Stop touching me!" He shouted, feeling his head swimming with dizziness.   "Damn it!" He stopped and sent a harsh command to the prisoners to halt, dropping them on the spot but not caring. He leaned forward and tried to breathe shallowly. "I think…" He whispered softly as he turned to look at her slowly. "I think you better drive."

    She leaned closer and bit her lip in worry, her anger draining away to be immediately replaced by concern. "You really should let me treat this, Knives. You've lost a lot of blood and even you can't afford that."

    "What do you know?" He muttered as he slowly shifted to lean against the door instead of the steering wheel. "Just get it over with already."

    "Gracious as always in your gratitude." She muttered sarcastically. "Hold still and this won't take long…I promise." She paused and looked up, meeting his narrowed gaze. "I'll be gentle, Knives, so don't bite my head off, okay?" She waited and after a moment he finally nodded. "All right…" She murmured as she set about performing some basic first aid on his injured arm.

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