A house in the desert
-Chapter two: Bad man
Disclamer: Trigun and all it's characters do not belong to me.
NOTE: This might spoil many things for you. This is set after the last episode of Trigun. So read at your own risk. I can't even imagine the spoilers contained in this simply because the entire story is based off of the spoilers themselves.
Author's note: I definatily think I might write more than this. Who knows? I wanted to write this out, simply because i do believe in a romance between Vash and Meryl. Not a very gushy one, mind you. Because they aren't soul mates i don't think. But I do think that they keep each other quite nicely. Maybe if i get good feedback I'll continue.
email address = AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
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A House in the desert ( chapter two: Bad Man)
Meryl's eyes slowly opened, and a bright white light burned her eyes. She closed them again, and writhed uncomftorably in the light. She turned from her back to her side and burrowed her face into whatever it was she was sleeping on. Mmm... she suddenly had the smell of warm cinnamon buns around her. It's warm... She opened her eyes a little bit, and saw folds of cloth in front of her eyes, and many parallel wooden floor boards in the backround. Her eyes opened with a sudden start, looking up to see Vash's face inches from hers.
She held her breath and froze. Vash the Stampede was laying on the threshold of the porch's open door front entrance, his legs raised up against the supporting beams. And there she was, curled up with him. His face was peaceful. She slid back onto her back, afraid that the change in weight distrubtion would wake him up.
She looked at her feet laying between his. Her heart slowed it's frantic beating, and she began to reflect on the situation. He as one hundred and thirty nine years old, at the least. Was she uncomftorable with that? No, she didn't think so. She was just painfully aware of the fact that when the time would come for her death, he might be there. He might be at her death bed, as amazingly unaged as he is now, maybe even comftorting her as she loses her grip on life and dies quietly in her sleep. Who would be there to comfort him when he died? She could never be. She wanted people to care for Vash. She wanted the assurance that someone would be there to hold his hand as he finally did die, but she cold only feel fear. People hated Vash. They might even enjoy his death. Tears began to sting her eyes and then stopped as Vash put his arms around her waist, folding his hands together and resting them on her belly.'
She froze again and twisted her head to see his face. His face was innocent and gave no hints as to what he might be thinking. She turned around in his arms and laid her head on his chest. Well if he woke up she could pretend to be asleep like he was. She felt the rise and fall of his chest, and realized how cold the desert was. she pulled her hands to herself and shivered. His arms moved further up her back and held her. She knew it, the sneak. "You're not asleep you pervert!"
He yawned and gave her a goofy grin. "You got me!" She pouted and reached out and grabbed his face. She pulled it and he made a silly and pained expression.
"I should have known!" she pulled and he cried uncle. She sighed loudly and let go of his face. Her arms fell around his sholders, and she pretended not to have planned it that way. She yawned and stretched, and he could feel her entire body tense and shudder. Not to mention that she was all over him! He supressed an urge to giggle. This was great.
She took another deep smell of his shirt, and her eyes practically rolled back in her head. "You smell just like cinnamon buns!"
"Really? that's nice. You smell like..."He leaned down to smell her hair, and she blushed. " You smell like a very clean and very fresh girl."
"Well good job, Shakespeare!" she looked up at him cynically. He tensed and made a determined face.
"You smell like the most rare of poisionous flower! Too beautiful to resist but potent enough to stop a man's heart!!!" he cried and she dug her fingers into his ribs. He started writhing and laughing underneth her. He ended up standing, and held out his hand to pull her up. She took it and they walked into the house.
Knives sat at the table, staring at his food. His arms hung limply at his sides. His blue eyes were still fierce and cold, but simply less aggressive. He frowned and picked up his spoon, dipping it into Millie's stew. He was bitter. His bitterness was tangible, and hanging tick in the air. But nevertheless he sat there, silently, eating stew. He held a knife in his left hand, the spoon in his right. His left arm quivered and twitched.
"Good afternoon, dear brother." Vash sat next to Knives, and smiled. Knives looked at him and said nothing. Knives had not spoken a word since Vash had brought him here to recover. It was a sickning and boring existence. But he deserved it. For losing, Knives had resigned to a honorabe surrender. How much longer would they be allowed to live this way? In a sickning and boring peace.
For as long as you can bear it, Knives. I'll take care of you.
Millie set the last bowls in front of Meryl and Vash. "You two slept in! I didn't wake you up for breakfast, you were up so late!" she smiled at them. Meryl held her hand and squeezed it. Mille then quickly rushed outside. Meryl stood from her chair to follow, then hesitated. Millie was vomiting, and Meryl wasn't so sure that she wanted to be seen. A few moments later Millie returned with a smile on her face.
"Oh my god Millie, are you okay?" Meryl sat down.
"I think I have the flu!" Her face was red around the nose and eyes. Meryl was worried, but let it pass. Millie left the room without a work. The screen door opened and shut.
Meryl did have to admit that their life was quite boring. She didn't know how to say it, but she knew they were just biding their time. But it was nice. It was nice to have peace. It was nice to be able to be near Vash. It was nice to look at him and have him just maybe look back. Her guns were in a trunk in her room. Every single one had bullets.
~!~
The cross sat on a hill overlooking the house. Millie made it to the top, breathing hard.
Millie sat at the cross and began to cry. She smiled, and leaned against it. "Mr. Wolfwood, honey..." She couldn't think of what to say. Well it didn't matter, she would eventually tell him. Unless he already knew. She ran her fingers through the sand blasted grooves of his cross of mercy. Every single gun inside this weapon of god was filled with bullets.
She sat for a long time, watching Kives plow the fields.
~!~
The afternoon passed slowly. Knives tended the fields in solitude, Vash cleaned the house, and Millie or Meryl usually went to town to work their seperate waitressing jobs. But today the girls had the day off. Meryl was reading a book on the back porch and Millie was nowhere to be found.
Knives harvested the field of food they were growing, and it sickened him to resign to such a feelbe fate. Bored. So bored. Everything was killing him inside. He dug a shovel into the ground, and blood began to seep from the dirt. His left eyebrow twitched. He reached down and bathed his hands in it. He raised it to his lips, and took a deep drink. Blood. Down his shirt and his arms, down his throat and chin. He began to smile. He began to write his name in blood, on the ground. He felt so good.
"Knives!" Meryl cried and ran to him "You found water! Amazing! It's like we live above a lake!" She laughed as water flooded around their ankles. She splashed in it and laughed. "It's so close to the surface, i think you hit a water pipe!" she took Knives' sholders and smiled. She saw something shimmer and fall from his left hand, and she saw silver on the ground.
"Don't touch me." his eyes quivered, and Meryl gasped.
He hit her with enough force to knock her backwards. His fist made a sickning sound when hitting her skull. A dull and wet cracking sound. He held up his left hand, dripping with blood. Within an instant, Knives felt a hand on the back of his neck. Quivering but unfailing, Knives could feel Vash's breath on his face.
" Do not touch the girls. Do not ever touch the girls."
Knives licked the blood off of his fingers. Vash's hand trembled, and his lips twitched. He squeezed Knives' neck tightly enough for him to choke on his smile. Vash blinked and gasped, and let go of Knives. I'll take care of you Knives. I swear I'm taking care of you.
He trembled and felt a forlorn grimace on his face. He left Knives and picked up Meryl. She whimpered. Kives was a very strong man. And he had raised his hand to a very strong woman. But there was blood all over her face. He couldn't stand her blood. He held her head firmly against his chest. He could feel the blood seeping through his shirt. He never wanted to be stained with her blood. She was such a sweet girl.
He walked inside the house and into the girl's room, to find Millie sick and moaning in the bed she shared with Meryl. Vash sighed, carrying Meryl into his and Knives' room. Not that Knives ever slept in the room, but Vash had always said he had a share of it. Not tonight. This wasn't Knives' room now.
He laid Meryl down in his bed, and wrapped her in the blankets. She was bleeding all over his pillow, but that was alright. He pulled bandages from a drawer in his bedside table, and began to dab at her face. He leaned over her, and brushed her hair out of her face. Where exactly had he hit her? Where was the blood coming from? He slowly felt her face, trying to find a bruise or swollen skin. He gingery ran his hand against her left temple and he felt her body tense and knot. She opened her eyes and closed them, crying out in pain.
" He hit me Vash! He hit me, he hit me so hard oh no it hurts it hurts" her words slurred together as she started crying. His face was stitched with concern and he moved the hair around her temple, seeing blood and a large bump on her skin. He felt hot and his face was red. He had to keep himself under control. His anger was bubbling and boiling. But there was a girl who needed his full attention.
He reached into the beside table drawer and pulled out a small pair of tweezers. "Meryl, Meryl, Meryl..." he mummured. "Shhh...Meryl I need you to be calm for a moment, Meryl." He cradeled her head with his arm and gently massaged her neck. "Meryl it's going to be okay, i'm helping you."
She cried and looked up at him, choking on sniffles and sobs. His hands were so warm. She felt his touch but felt something in her head as well. She moaned and sobbed.
She looked like a little girl. She was a little girl. He was old enough to be her great great grandfather.
He still rubbed the tensed muscles in her neck. "Listen to me Meryl, just listen...shh...it's okay..." he whispered as he felt her relax beneth his hands. "Meryl I want you to look at me... no Meryl, here. Look at me." he stared her down. She looked back up at his green eyes and paid attention. "Trust me Meryl, i'm going to help you but i really need your help." She nodded and sniffed, twitching with pain. " I want you to close your eyes, and trust me. I need you to be still." She shuddered and closed her eyes, whimpering slightly as she felt him hold her closer. She could feel the heat from his body pressed all around her. Her arms were pressed against her chest as he held her tightly, held her still.
He smelled like Cinnamon buns.
He took the tweezers and brushed the hair away from her wound. He took a breath, held her close to him and presed the tweezers into her wound. Within a milisecond he had pulled the piece of metal out of her temple and her body had coiled and screamed and shook violently in his arms. Her cry was muffled into his chest and immediatley he put the tweezers on the table and held onto her. She clung to his shirt and her body softened and her cry died out. Tears ran down her cheeks and he let her go a little bit, reaching for some guaze. he pressed it to her temple and she cried more. He put his forehead against hers as he presesd it harder; his arm was still underneth her.
" I'm sorry we don't have any pain medicine Meryl." he said softly. She couldn't hurt when his lips were so close to hers.
" T-thank y-you..." she stuttered as he started to wrap the gauze around her forehead to hold the bandages in place. They were silent and Meryl stopped crying. She just watched his face as he intently wrapped her wound. "Is it really this bad?"
" Yes. He could have killed you, hitting your temple like that. It's a sensitive area."
" What did you take out..." she tried to look over at the table.
" Your shirt is covered in blood." He let go of her, and got a large button up shirt from his dresser. "You can wear this tonight."
" Turn around you pervert," she tried to joke. He smiled at her and turned around. She took off her shirt, sitting in her modest bra on his bed. She wondered if she should tell him to turn around...wondered if she should tell him how much she loved him. Would she seem too forward...
" If if you don't like it i have more." he broke her train of thought and she quickly threw the shirt on and buttoned it.
" No no, it's fine! I love it, it's soft. You can turn around now." He did so and sat next to her on the bed.
" I'm very sorry, Meryl. From now on, don't go near Knives unless I'm around." He looked at her as if he had been the one that hurt her. " I don't think we'll be able to stay here much longer."
She laid back down. " We?"
"Knives and I."
"You can't leave...Millie and I will follow you."
"I guess you always do."
They were silent. Vash reached to the pitcher on his beside table, pouring her a glass of water. He was always so calm. She resented that. She was always nervous around him. Was he patronizing her? She sat back up. His sholders were so wide. his shirt hung open enough to show his scars. There was nothing in the world he hadn't seen. How many women had he been with in his lifetime? How many times has he been kissed? How many times had someone run their hands through his hair, or clutched at his shirt?
"What i meant to say was that..." she paused and looked up at him. She felt ice in her veins. Her heart accelerated. Maybe time accelerated. When she looked at him she felt like dying. Or living forever. " Please don't leave us. Me. Please don't leave me." She leaned forward and put her head on her sholder. "At least please....not yet. Please be here tomorrow."
He put down the glass of water and put his arms around her. She was hurting. And he had made her hurt. Maybe their time together would be brief, and he would live for a hundred years more. He could never have a soul mate...he could never have a wife. But he could make Meryl happy for even just a moment in time. A blink of her eye. He held her head in his hand, and put his face in her hair. Meryl, i can make you happy. " You should rest." He laid her down and looked at her. She lay underneth him, and she looked so sad...
"Vash.." she started to tell him something, but he kissed her. And she couldn't talk anymore
Millie laid in bed and held her stomach. "Honey... I'm not alone without you..."
Knives was outside, sitting in the water, bathing himself in it. His dinner knife was on the ground, shattered into many pieces. He laid on his back...and then rolled onto his stomach, taking a deep breath before he lay face down in the flooding mud and water.
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Eh. Maybe i like it. Mostly i don't. Well anyways. That's chapter two. I don't know if I'll write anymore than this. If i get any kind of feedback, i might feel like continuing.
contact: AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
-Chapter two: Bad man
Disclamer: Trigun and all it's characters do not belong to me.
NOTE: This might spoil many things for you. This is set after the last episode of Trigun. So read at your own risk. I can't even imagine the spoilers contained in this simply because the entire story is based off of the spoilers themselves.
Author's note: I definatily think I might write more than this. Who knows? I wanted to write this out, simply because i do believe in a romance between Vash and Meryl. Not a very gushy one, mind you. Because they aren't soul mates i don't think. But I do think that they keep each other quite nicely. Maybe if i get good feedback I'll continue.
email address = AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
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A House in the desert ( chapter two: Bad Man)
Meryl's eyes slowly opened, and a bright white light burned her eyes. She closed them again, and writhed uncomftorably in the light. She turned from her back to her side and burrowed her face into whatever it was she was sleeping on. Mmm... she suddenly had the smell of warm cinnamon buns around her. It's warm... She opened her eyes a little bit, and saw folds of cloth in front of her eyes, and many parallel wooden floor boards in the backround. Her eyes opened with a sudden start, looking up to see Vash's face inches from hers.
She held her breath and froze. Vash the Stampede was laying on the threshold of the porch's open door front entrance, his legs raised up against the supporting beams. And there she was, curled up with him. His face was peaceful. She slid back onto her back, afraid that the change in weight distrubtion would wake him up.
She looked at her feet laying between his. Her heart slowed it's frantic beating, and she began to reflect on the situation. He as one hundred and thirty nine years old, at the least. Was she uncomftorable with that? No, she didn't think so. She was just painfully aware of the fact that when the time would come for her death, he might be there. He might be at her death bed, as amazingly unaged as he is now, maybe even comftorting her as she loses her grip on life and dies quietly in her sleep. Who would be there to comfort him when he died? She could never be. She wanted people to care for Vash. She wanted the assurance that someone would be there to hold his hand as he finally did die, but she cold only feel fear. People hated Vash. They might even enjoy his death. Tears began to sting her eyes and then stopped as Vash put his arms around her waist, folding his hands together and resting them on her belly.'
She froze again and twisted her head to see his face. His face was innocent and gave no hints as to what he might be thinking. She turned around in his arms and laid her head on his chest. Well if he woke up she could pretend to be asleep like he was. She felt the rise and fall of his chest, and realized how cold the desert was. she pulled her hands to herself and shivered. His arms moved further up her back and held her. She knew it, the sneak. "You're not asleep you pervert!"
He yawned and gave her a goofy grin. "You got me!" She pouted and reached out and grabbed his face. She pulled it and he made a silly and pained expression.
"I should have known!" she pulled and he cried uncle. She sighed loudly and let go of his face. Her arms fell around his sholders, and she pretended not to have planned it that way. She yawned and stretched, and he could feel her entire body tense and shudder. Not to mention that she was all over him! He supressed an urge to giggle. This was great.
She took another deep smell of his shirt, and her eyes practically rolled back in her head. "You smell just like cinnamon buns!"
"Really? that's nice. You smell like..."He leaned down to smell her hair, and she blushed. " You smell like a very clean and very fresh girl."
"Well good job, Shakespeare!" she looked up at him cynically. He tensed and made a determined face.
"You smell like the most rare of poisionous flower! Too beautiful to resist but potent enough to stop a man's heart!!!" he cried and she dug her fingers into his ribs. He started writhing and laughing underneth her. He ended up standing, and held out his hand to pull her up. She took it and they walked into the house.
Knives sat at the table, staring at his food. His arms hung limply at his sides. His blue eyes were still fierce and cold, but simply less aggressive. He frowned and picked up his spoon, dipping it into Millie's stew. He was bitter. His bitterness was tangible, and hanging tick in the air. But nevertheless he sat there, silently, eating stew. He held a knife in his left hand, the spoon in his right. His left arm quivered and twitched.
"Good afternoon, dear brother." Vash sat next to Knives, and smiled. Knives looked at him and said nothing. Knives had not spoken a word since Vash had brought him here to recover. It was a sickning and boring existence. But he deserved it. For losing, Knives had resigned to a honorabe surrender. How much longer would they be allowed to live this way? In a sickning and boring peace.
For as long as you can bear it, Knives. I'll take care of you.
Millie set the last bowls in front of Meryl and Vash. "You two slept in! I didn't wake you up for breakfast, you were up so late!" she smiled at them. Meryl held her hand and squeezed it. Mille then quickly rushed outside. Meryl stood from her chair to follow, then hesitated. Millie was vomiting, and Meryl wasn't so sure that she wanted to be seen. A few moments later Millie returned with a smile on her face.
"Oh my god Millie, are you okay?" Meryl sat down.
"I think I have the flu!" Her face was red around the nose and eyes. Meryl was worried, but let it pass. Millie left the room without a work. The screen door opened and shut.
Meryl did have to admit that their life was quite boring. She didn't know how to say it, but she knew they were just biding their time. But it was nice. It was nice to have peace. It was nice to be able to be near Vash. It was nice to look at him and have him just maybe look back. Her guns were in a trunk in her room. Every single one had bullets.
~!~
The cross sat on a hill overlooking the house. Millie made it to the top, breathing hard.
Millie sat at the cross and began to cry. She smiled, and leaned against it. "Mr. Wolfwood, honey..." She couldn't think of what to say. Well it didn't matter, she would eventually tell him. Unless he already knew. She ran her fingers through the sand blasted grooves of his cross of mercy. Every single gun inside this weapon of god was filled with bullets.
She sat for a long time, watching Kives plow the fields.
~!~
The afternoon passed slowly. Knives tended the fields in solitude, Vash cleaned the house, and Millie or Meryl usually went to town to work their seperate waitressing jobs. But today the girls had the day off. Meryl was reading a book on the back porch and Millie was nowhere to be found.
Knives harvested the field of food they were growing, and it sickened him to resign to such a feelbe fate. Bored. So bored. Everything was killing him inside. He dug a shovel into the ground, and blood began to seep from the dirt. His left eyebrow twitched. He reached down and bathed his hands in it. He raised it to his lips, and took a deep drink. Blood. Down his shirt and his arms, down his throat and chin. He began to smile. He began to write his name in blood, on the ground. He felt so good.
"Knives!" Meryl cried and ran to him "You found water! Amazing! It's like we live above a lake!" She laughed as water flooded around their ankles. She splashed in it and laughed. "It's so close to the surface, i think you hit a water pipe!" she took Knives' sholders and smiled. She saw something shimmer and fall from his left hand, and she saw silver on the ground.
"Don't touch me." his eyes quivered, and Meryl gasped.
He hit her with enough force to knock her backwards. His fist made a sickning sound when hitting her skull. A dull and wet cracking sound. He held up his left hand, dripping with blood. Within an instant, Knives felt a hand on the back of his neck. Quivering but unfailing, Knives could feel Vash's breath on his face.
" Do not touch the girls. Do not ever touch the girls."
Knives licked the blood off of his fingers. Vash's hand trembled, and his lips twitched. He squeezed Knives' neck tightly enough for him to choke on his smile. Vash blinked and gasped, and let go of Knives. I'll take care of you Knives. I swear I'm taking care of you.
He trembled and felt a forlorn grimace on his face. He left Knives and picked up Meryl. She whimpered. Kives was a very strong man. And he had raised his hand to a very strong woman. But there was blood all over her face. He couldn't stand her blood. He held her head firmly against his chest. He could feel the blood seeping through his shirt. He never wanted to be stained with her blood. She was such a sweet girl.
He walked inside the house and into the girl's room, to find Millie sick and moaning in the bed she shared with Meryl. Vash sighed, carrying Meryl into his and Knives' room. Not that Knives ever slept in the room, but Vash had always said he had a share of it. Not tonight. This wasn't Knives' room now.
He laid Meryl down in his bed, and wrapped her in the blankets. She was bleeding all over his pillow, but that was alright. He pulled bandages from a drawer in his bedside table, and began to dab at her face. He leaned over her, and brushed her hair out of her face. Where exactly had he hit her? Where was the blood coming from? He slowly felt her face, trying to find a bruise or swollen skin. He gingery ran his hand against her left temple and he felt her body tense and knot. She opened her eyes and closed them, crying out in pain.
" He hit me Vash! He hit me, he hit me so hard oh no it hurts it hurts" her words slurred together as she started crying. His face was stitched with concern and he moved the hair around her temple, seeing blood and a large bump on her skin. He felt hot and his face was red. He had to keep himself under control. His anger was bubbling and boiling. But there was a girl who needed his full attention.
He reached into the beside table drawer and pulled out a small pair of tweezers. "Meryl, Meryl, Meryl..." he mummured. "Shhh...Meryl I need you to be calm for a moment, Meryl." He cradeled her head with his arm and gently massaged her neck. "Meryl it's going to be okay, i'm helping you."
She cried and looked up at him, choking on sniffles and sobs. His hands were so warm. She felt his touch but felt something in her head as well. She moaned and sobbed.
She looked like a little girl. She was a little girl. He was old enough to be her great great grandfather.
He still rubbed the tensed muscles in her neck. "Listen to me Meryl, just listen...shh...it's okay..." he whispered as he felt her relax beneth his hands. "Meryl I want you to look at me... no Meryl, here. Look at me." he stared her down. She looked back up at his green eyes and paid attention. "Trust me Meryl, i'm going to help you but i really need your help." She nodded and sniffed, twitching with pain. " I want you to close your eyes, and trust me. I need you to be still." She shuddered and closed her eyes, whimpering slightly as she felt him hold her closer. She could feel the heat from his body pressed all around her. Her arms were pressed against her chest as he held her tightly, held her still.
He smelled like Cinnamon buns.
He took the tweezers and brushed the hair away from her wound. He took a breath, held her close to him and presed the tweezers into her wound. Within a milisecond he had pulled the piece of metal out of her temple and her body had coiled and screamed and shook violently in his arms. Her cry was muffled into his chest and immediatley he put the tweezers on the table and held onto her. She clung to his shirt and her body softened and her cry died out. Tears ran down her cheeks and he let her go a little bit, reaching for some guaze. he pressed it to her temple and she cried more. He put his forehead against hers as he presesd it harder; his arm was still underneth her.
" I'm sorry we don't have any pain medicine Meryl." he said softly. She couldn't hurt when his lips were so close to hers.
" T-thank y-you..." she stuttered as he started to wrap the gauze around her forehead to hold the bandages in place. They were silent and Meryl stopped crying. She just watched his face as he intently wrapped her wound. "Is it really this bad?"
" Yes. He could have killed you, hitting your temple like that. It's a sensitive area."
" What did you take out..." she tried to look over at the table.
" Your shirt is covered in blood." He let go of her, and got a large button up shirt from his dresser. "You can wear this tonight."
" Turn around you pervert," she tried to joke. He smiled at her and turned around. She took off her shirt, sitting in her modest bra on his bed. She wondered if she should tell him to turn around...wondered if she should tell him how much she loved him. Would she seem too forward...
" If if you don't like it i have more." he broke her train of thought and she quickly threw the shirt on and buttoned it.
" No no, it's fine! I love it, it's soft. You can turn around now." He did so and sat next to her on the bed.
" I'm very sorry, Meryl. From now on, don't go near Knives unless I'm around." He looked at her as if he had been the one that hurt her. " I don't think we'll be able to stay here much longer."
She laid back down. " We?"
"Knives and I."
"You can't leave...Millie and I will follow you."
"I guess you always do."
They were silent. Vash reached to the pitcher on his beside table, pouring her a glass of water. He was always so calm. She resented that. She was always nervous around him. Was he patronizing her? She sat back up. His sholders were so wide. his shirt hung open enough to show his scars. There was nothing in the world he hadn't seen. How many women had he been with in his lifetime? How many times has he been kissed? How many times had someone run their hands through his hair, or clutched at his shirt?
"What i meant to say was that..." she paused and looked up at him. She felt ice in her veins. Her heart accelerated. Maybe time accelerated. When she looked at him she felt like dying. Or living forever. " Please don't leave us. Me. Please don't leave me." She leaned forward and put her head on her sholder. "At least please....not yet. Please be here tomorrow."
He put down the glass of water and put his arms around her. She was hurting. And he had made her hurt. Maybe their time together would be brief, and he would live for a hundred years more. He could never have a soul mate...he could never have a wife. But he could make Meryl happy for even just a moment in time. A blink of her eye. He held her head in his hand, and put his face in her hair. Meryl, i can make you happy. " You should rest." He laid her down and looked at her. She lay underneth him, and she looked so sad...
"Vash.." she started to tell him something, but he kissed her. And she couldn't talk anymore
Millie laid in bed and held her stomach. "Honey... I'm not alone without you..."
Knives was outside, sitting in the water, bathing himself in it. His dinner knife was on the ground, shattered into many pieces. He laid on his back...and then rolled onto his stomach, taking a deep breath before he lay face down in the flooding mud and water.
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Eh. Maybe i like it. Mostly i don't. Well anyways. That's chapter two. I don't know if I'll write anymore than this. If i get any kind of feedback, i might feel like continuing.
contact: AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
