Disclamer: Trigun and all it's characters do not belong to me.
WARNING!!! SPOIL-O-RAMA!!!!! 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.
TYPCIAL AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sooooo...chapter three... i think it's pretty boring. Not much happens....i introduce some stuff....yeah....but i'm too tired to go rewrite it or make it more interesting. Fanservice = 3/4 of this chapter.
email address = AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
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A House in the desert
Chapter three /// "Tall man, short man, fat man. "
The bandage on Meryl's left temple was dried with blood. She could feel the weight of gravity pulling her to bed. It was soft. It was warm. She burrowed her head into the pillow, and bumped into something. She opened her eyes and saw the bedside wall. She made a little noise and turned her back to it. She must've slept in a different direction; the wall next to her bed was supposed to be on the other side of...
Vash the stampede was lying in bed next to her. She stopped breathing. She was wearing his shirt, she was in his room, she was lying in his bed, and on top of it all...she was sleeping next to him himself. Had she sleptwalk? OH GOD....had they...did they... she felt underneth the sheets. No, they couldn't have had sex...she was still wearing her skirt and tights. Well, he could have put them back on if she had fallen asleep...no, he wouldnt've tried. They were tights! Why would he go through the trouble to dress her in tights? Espically if they had had sex. She hesitated and peeked underneth the sheets. He was fully dressed, too. She wondered what she would've done if he hadn't been dresed. She blushed and put her hands over her face at the thought of it.
She looked out the window. It wasn't even dawn. That's when she remembered the previous day's events. She touched the gauze on her head, and looked to the bedside table. She had tried to ask him what he had done to her head...but he had... she gasped! He had kissed her! She pushed herself away from him and put her back against the wall. What to do....what to do! He had kissed her. How do you conduct yourself after something like that? What had happened after he kissed her?
She remembered his face, and his hair. She remembered him comftorting her and laying her down. She remembered looking up into his face. She remembered how determined he looked. His eyes were green. They killed her, they were so green. She remembered his hands on the bed next to her as he looked down at her. She remembered thinking that his arms weren't as long as she thought if his face was so close to hers. She remembered that for a moment, she hadn't felt so lonely. And...then what? She couldn't remember. All she could remember was the kiss and...well she couldn't remember the kiss ending at all. She couldn't even remember the kiss very well! She had just opened her eyes to find herself in bed with him.
Oh god! She bit her lip and cursed. She had fallen asleep! She hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. Idiot! You don't fall asleep when someone kisses you! Or maybe she had passed out. She had been bleeding everywhere. Maybe it had been too much stress. That was a plausible excuse.
She looked down at him. He laid on his side, one arm underneth the pillow and hanging off the bed. His other arm rested where she had been laying. How...irresistable. He was irresistable. He had kissed her voluntarily. How could she fall asleep on him? Well...underneth him, actually. She blushed, and wondered how far she would've gone if she had been awake. How far would she have gone if he had wanted to go further? She wondered if he had laughed at her. Maybe he had been disgusted by her. Or offended. Well... he had tucked her in. And then there was the unmistakable fact that he had voluntarily, without any obligation related to sex, slept next to her.
And then of course there was the fact that he was a beautifully sweet man.
She looked at the bedside table, seeing a pair of small tweezers and dried blood. She hesitated, then, on her knees, reached over Vash's sleeping body to the table. She picked up the tweezers, and a piece of silver fell from them. She picked it up, and turned it over. It was cheap metal..but sharp. Had that been...in her head! She gawked. Knives had stabbed her. She felt heat boil in her blood. Knives had stabbed her! That bastard!
Without warning, Vash reached his arms up, stretching. She froze. He hooked his arms around her waist as he rolled back over on his side. She slammed down onto the bed with him, shocked. She was tense and stiff.
Only inches from his face. She could feel his breath. She could smell his breath. The sleeves of his pajamas were rolled up...his arms were warm. She was warm. Her eyes felt heavy. She slowly forced herself to relax, piece by piece. He was asleep. Dead asleep. What did he dream about? Red flowers?
He took a deep breath and held her tighter. Her legs were against his, her arms were straight at her sides. She slowly put her arm around his waist, and put her head against his chest. She felt honored to see Vash the Stampede at his most vulnerable. He could be shot dead. You'd think he'd sleep with one eye open.
To see someone sleeping is to see someone who isn't pretending. It's honest. You would never think of destruction when looking at this man sleep. You wouldn't think of death. She never thought of death. She could think of...a kiss. She licked her lips, and wondered if she could sitll taste him. She couldn't. She only tasted air. His chin was resting on her head...she looked up. She hesistated, and felt a little guilty. He wouldn't be awake for this. But then they'd be even.
She kissed him, and was shocked at what it felt like. Every muscle in her body tingled. She forgot she had legs, or arms. She couldn't imagine moving any part of her body. His lips tasted soft and warm. She could taste him breathing. She inhaled as he exhaled, and her lungs were filled with him. She was lost.
For a moment, she could feel him kissing her back. Then she broke away and couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. She curled up next to his stomach and fell asleep.
"...red...flowers..." A muffled sound.
Vash licked his lips and smiled.
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Knives woke to find flowers sprouting around him. Shit. He stood, mud dripping down his clothes. He crushed the buds underneth his boot heel. He walked to the house, leaving his hoe and trampled vegetables behind him. Though, despite the flooding, there was green all around where he had been sleeping. How retched.
He opened the back door, and was welcomed by an empty kitchen. He walked to 'his' room, not bothering to knock. God, what a shithole.
It was dark. The moonlight dimly lit the room. Vash was laying in bed with the short girl. He stood over them, sickened. What a waste. What a fucking waste. He was disgusted. But what could you expect from such a /i of a man? It was offensive. He reached down, and put his hand around the girl's throat. She choked, and coughed. She was poison. A parasite. A germ.
She writhed, and made a face. She bit his hand, and he pulled it back. She curled back into Vash's chest, fast asleep. Knive's bloodlust was immeasurable. He looked to the bedside table, and picked up the tweezers. He held them tightly. But dropped them when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Knives...go to sleep..." Vash mummured. Knives' anger abated to weariness. He left the room, and slammed the door.
Meryl twitched out of sleep and looked to the door. "What happened?"
"Nothing. Go back to sleep." Vash opened his eyes. He smoothed down her hair. Meryl sat up groggily, seeing the sunlight creep at the horizon.
"How long can we sleep?" she slurred.
"As long as we want."
"Urhn...tights..." she rolled around and struggled with her tights. She pulled them off, and threw them onto the floor. Vash blushed a little when she upzipped her skirt, throwing it away. She stretched and yawned. His shirt reached almost to her knees.
"What happened to Millie...i sleep with her..." Meryl's voice faltered and faded as she settled back into bed.
"Oh, she wasn't feeling well."
"That's nice."
"Do you have a special talent, Meryl?"
"..oh..i cahn....bend my legs like pretzel..and i can...read books...upside...down..." she sighed and fell asleep.
He yawned and looked at her back, turned to him. He scooted next to her, and closed his eyes.
Knives walked into the kitchen, and blinked through the darkness. He opened the door to the girls' room. Millie lay stretched out, covering the twin sized bed. He stood over her, staring at her stomach. He frowned. Human reproduction. He put a hand on her belly and felt something quiver inside it. Her skin stretched. Millie cried out, and rolled away from him. Knives frowned. He left the room, uninterested.
Millie woke up and gasped, feeling her belly buldge. Her pants seemed so tight. She loosened them and gasped for breath. Her stomach hadn't been so big when she went to sleep! Her skin was hot. She felt her belly and wondered what had happened. Nicholas. Nicolas. She sat up, and smiled. She would name the baby Nicholas. She flung herself back down on the bed and sighed.
Knives walked to the front porch. The town seemed aflame.
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Vash dressed in a shirt and suspenders. It was noon. Meryl was still asleep. Millie was locked up in her room. Vash finished loading their harvested vegetables into the cart, and wiped his hands on his pants.
"Let's go, Knives."
They walked down the road, side by side.
Meryl was at the window, watching them dissapear into the distance.
Upon reaching the town, doors opened to greet Vash.
"Ericks!" a small girl cried and ran up to him. He reached down and picked her up, putting her on his sholders.
"So tell me what's been happening in town, cowgirl!" he held her feet. Knives pulled the cart.
"Bandits!!!" she waved her toy gun in the air. "Bandits everywhere!"
Three boys ran up to Vash, grabbing his sleeves.
"Ericks! Ericks! My mom lost her job!" one boy cried.
"No! Marc! Are you serious?" he looked down.
"Yeah! She got fired because she wouldn't serve bandits at the resturant!"
"Okay, what's all this I hear about bandits?"
The girl, Jillan, pulled his hair. "I told you there are bandits everywhere!"
They turned a corner and Vash stopped the cart. Knives stood, placid. Bored.
More children showed up to clamor on about bandits. Vash put Jillan down and reached into the cart. He filled a burlap sack with carrots, turnips, and lettuce. He paused, and then threw in a few onions. He tied the sack with string and met Marc's mother at the door.
"Good morning Ericks." her eyes were swollen. He smiled and handed her the sack, to which she balked. "Oh Ericks, i couldn't!"
"Oh no, don't worry. It's just excess! We have too much food. Ma'am, you're doing us a favor by taking this off our hands." He put his hand on her sholder. She smiled back.
"You're a good man, Ericks. Marcus! MARCUS! Come here!" she cried and grabbed her boy by the ear. "You are absolutley filthy!" she drug him inside. He made a face through the screen door, which Vash replied by sticking out his tongue and blowing a raspberry. Marc laughed.
Children climbed on the cart and Vash pulled it along, with Knives trailing.
Three darkly dressed gentlemen sat on the porch of the saloon across the stret, watching the procession of children.
"Vash the stampede, you say?" A dark drink in his hand, the tall man pulled at his hat.
"Is the reward still so high? He hasn't been seen in ages. Nobody has reported anything out of the ordinary lately." A fat man tugged at his beard.
"No, i'm sure." The short man stood and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. "The reward won't be decreased for several years, at least. Most peole are sure he's old enough to die soon anyways. The bounty has been on his head for over twenty years."
"So, what were the specifics?" The tall man fingered his gun. The fat man sat and listeed. The short man eyed the men with the children.
"He's tall, blond. He is supposed to wear a red coat, but if he's laying low he would have trashed it." he paused to glance at the two blond men.
"His face, his face. Does he have any scars? Distinct features?"
"Long nose, long chin. Nothing out of the ordinary." The short man chewed on one of his nails as he continued. "He causes destruction. And he's supposed to be in this town. He's the bringer of death. The grim reaper." He quoted a man from Agusta, impersonating his terrified warble." 'Shoot like a bat out of hell, and pray for your life, boys.' "
Knives stood next to a child who had fallen off the cart. The three men watched from the shadows. The little girl reached up a hand to Knives, and he smacked it away. She started to cry and Knives kept walking. The tall man turned to the others and raised an eyebrow. They paid more attention. The second man, with longer hair, walked to the little girl and picked her up.
"What about those guys?" the bearded man asked. "They're blond enough. And that scary one was an asshole"
A waitress came to their table, slightly shaking. "Can i get anything for you...gentlemen?" She held a pad of paper and pencil in her hand.
"Tell us about those two men over there." the tall man pointed across the street.
"O-oh...that's Ericks. He brings food to the orphanage every week."
The short man took her wrist. " And the other man?"
She gulped and dropped her pencil. "That's his brother, i think. He never talks. He just helps pull the cart. Nobody knows his name..."
"What's he like?" her wrist began to throb.
"H-he's....a very bad man...i think."
"Where did they come from?" the beareded man growled.
"Well..." she thought for a moment. "Nobody knows. They just...appeared. They...don't really do much except bring food every week. Ericks is a godsend. A saint." her eyes glazed over for a moment.
"Thank you. Bring me another drink." he let her go. She ran back into the saloon. The short man turned to the tall man. "Tail him."
"Which one?"
"The bad man."
"On it." in a flash the tall man was walking down the street.
"What are we going to do?" the bearded man picked up the pencil from the floor. "Dead or alive?"
"Dead."
"Why?"
"It's just fucking easier." The short man rolled up the piece of paper on the table and stood up. The bearded man followed, and they walked away. The waitress came back out with a drink in her shaking hand. "sir...?" The table was empty.
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My e-mail: AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com. Reviews gladly welcomed.
AUTHOR'S ENDING NOTE: Yeeeeeeeeeah i know making Millie pregnant is really cliche....kind of expected. But it's not like you ccouldn't see it coming from 60 billion double iles away. XD But I didn't think it was fair to leave Millie all alone. I just couldn't do it! ;_; what did you expect me to do? Pair Millie with Knives? OMFG THAT'S SO WRONG. *bleh* Plus i do have plans for the child. Don't worry! It will be of great importance! This chapter...not so much happened. A lot of sleeping. Yeah. Lots of sleeping. I meant it not to be so much. But i couldn't help but indulge myself! I love sleeping couples. Also, i tried as hard as i could to keep Knives in character. it's hard, though. All you ever see is him being crazy psycho kill vash during the series. How do you make him subdued? I'm trying my damned hardest!
Oh and thanks to all those nice people who left me reviews! It helped a lot! I give you all hugs. XD
WARNING!!! SPOIL-O-RAMA!!!!! 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.
TYPCIAL AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sooooo...chapter three... i think it's pretty boring. Not much happens....i introduce some stuff....yeah....but i'm too tired to go rewrite it or make it more interesting. Fanservice = 3/4 of this chapter.
email address = AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
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A House in the desert
Chapter three /// "Tall man, short man, fat man. "
The bandage on Meryl's left temple was dried with blood. She could feel the weight of gravity pulling her to bed. It was soft. It was warm. She burrowed her head into the pillow, and bumped into something. She opened her eyes and saw the bedside wall. She made a little noise and turned her back to it. She must've slept in a different direction; the wall next to her bed was supposed to be on the other side of...
Vash the stampede was lying in bed next to her. She stopped breathing. She was wearing his shirt, she was in his room, she was lying in his bed, and on top of it all...she was sleeping next to him himself. Had she sleptwalk? OH GOD....had they...did they... she felt underneth the sheets. No, they couldn't have had sex...she was still wearing her skirt and tights. Well, he could have put them back on if she had fallen asleep...no, he wouldnt've tried. They were tights! Why would he go through the trouble to dress her in tights? Espically if they had had sex. She hesitated and peeked underneth the sheets. He was fully dressed, too. She wondered what she would've done if he hadn't been dresed. She blushed and put her hands over her face at the thought of it.
She looked out the window. It wasn't even dawn. That's when she remembered the previous day's events. She touched the gauze on her head, and looked to the bedside table. She had tried to ask him what he had done to her head...but he had... she gasped! He had kissed her! She pushed herself away from him and put her back against the wall. What to do....what to do! He had kissed her. How do you conduct yourself after something like that? What had happened after he kissed her?
She remembered his face, and his hair. She remembered him comftorting her and laying her down. She remembered looking up into his face. She remembered how determined he looked. His eyes were green. They killed her, they were so green. She remembered his hands on the bed next to her as he looked down at her. She remembered thinking that his arms weren't as long as she thought if his face was so close to hers. She remembered that for a moment, she hadn't felt so lonely. And...then what? She couldn't remember. All she could remember was the kiss and...well she couldn't remember the kiss ending at all. She couldn't even remember the kiss very well! She had just opened her eyes to find herself in bed with him.
Oh god! She bit her lip and cursed. She had fallen asleep! She hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. Idiot! You don't fall asleep when someone kisses you! Or maybe she had passed out. She had been bleeding everywhere. Maybe it had been too much stress. That was a plausible excuse.
She looked down at him. He laid on his side, one arm underneth the pillow and hanging off the bed. His other arm rested where she had been laying. How...irresistable. He was irresistable. He had kissed her voluntarily. How could she fall asleep on him? Well...underneth him, actually. She blushed, and wondered how far she would've gone if she had been awake. How far would she have gone if he had wanted to go further? She wondered if he had laughed at her. Maybe he had been disgusted by her. Or offended. Well... he had tucked her in. And then there was the unmistakable fact that he had voluntarily, without any obligation related to sex, slept next to her.
And then of course there was the fact that he was a beautifully sweet man.
She looked at the bedside table, seeing a pair of small tweezers and dried blood. She hesitated, then, on her knees, reached over Vash's sleeping body to the table. She picked up the tweezers, and a piece of silver fell from them. She picked it up, and turned it over. It was cheap metal..but sharp. Had that been...in her head! She gawked. Knives had stabbed her. She felt heat boil in her blood. Knives had stabbed her! That bastard!
Without warning, Vash reached his arms up, stretching. She froze. He hooked his arms around her waist as he rolled back over on his side. She slammed down onto the bed with him, shocked. She was tense and stiff.
Only inches from his face. She could feel his breath. She could smell his breath. The sleeves of his pajamas were rolled up...his arms were warm. She was warm. Her eyes felt heavy. She slowly forced herself to relax, piece by piece. He was asleep. Dead asleep. What did he dream about? Red flowers?
He took a deep breath and held her tighter. Her legs were against his, her arms were straight at her sides. She slowly put her arm around his waist, and put her head against his chest. She felt honored to see Vash the Stampede at his most vulnerable. He could be shot dead. You'd think he'd sleep with one eye open.
To see someone sleeping is to see someone who isn't pretending. It's honest. You would never think of destruction when looking at this man sleep. You wouldn't think of death. She never thought of death. She could think of...a kiss. She licked her lips, and wondered if she could sitll taste him. She couldn't. She only tasted air. His chin was resting on her head...she looked up. She hesistated, and felt a little guilty. He wouldn't be awake for this. But then they'd be even.
She kissed him, and was shocked at what it felt like. Every muscle in her body tingled. She forgot she had legs, or arms. She couldn't imagine moving any part of her body. His lips tasted soft and warm. She could taste him breathing. She inhaled as he exhaled, and her lungs were filled with him. She was lost.
For a moment, she could feel him kissing her back. Then she broke away and couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. She curled up next to his stomach and fell asleep.
"...red...flowers..." A muffled sound.
Vash licked his lips and smiled.
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Knives woke to find flowers sprouting around him. Shit. He stood, mud dripping down his clothes. He crushed the buds underneth his boot heel. He walked to the house, leaving his hoe and trampled vegetables behind him. Though, despite the flooding, there was green all around where he had been sleeping. How retched.
He opened the back door, and was welcomed by an empty kitchen. He walked to 'his' room, not bothering to knock. God, what a shithole.
It was dark. The moonlight dimly lit the room. Vash was laying in bed with the short girl. He stood over them, sickened. What a waste. What a fucking waste. He was disgusted. But what could you expect from such a /i of a man? It was offensive. He reached down, and put his hand around the girl's throat. She choked, and coughed. She was poison. A parasite. A germ.
She writhed, and made a face. She bit his hand, and he pulled it back. She curled back into Vash's chest, fast asleep. Knive's bloodlust was immeasurable. He looked to the bedside table, and picked up the tweezers. He held them tightly. But dropped them when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Knives...go to sleep..." Vash mummured. Knives' anger abated to weariness. He left the room, and slammed the door.
Meryl twitched out of sleep and looked to the door. "What happened?"
"Nothing. Go back to sleep." Vash opened his eyes. He smoothed down her hair. Meryl sat up groggily, seeing the sunlight creep at the horizon.
"How long can we sleep?" she slurred.
"As long as we want."
"Urhn...tights..." she rolled around and struggled with her tights. She pulled them off, and threw them onto the floor. Vash blushed a little when she upzipped her skirt, throwing it away. She stretched and yawned. His shirt reached almost to her knees.
"What happened to Millie...i sleep with her..." Meryl's voice faltered and faded as she settled back into bed.
"Oh, she wasn't feeling well."
"That's nice."
"Do you have a special talent, Meryl?"
"..oh..i cahn....bend my legs like pretzel..and i can...read books...upside...down..." she sighed and fell asleep.
He yawned and looked at her back, turned to him. He scooted next to her, and closed his eyes.
Knives walked into the kitchen, and blinked through the darkness. He opened the door to the girls' room. Millie lay stretched out, covering the twin sized bed. He stood over her, staring at her stomach. He frowned. Human reproduction. He put a hand on her belly and felt something quiver inside it. Her skin stretched. Millie cried out, and rolled away from him. Knives frowned. He left the room, uninterested.
Millie woke up and gasped, feeling her belly buldge. Her pants seemed so tight. She loosened them and gasped for breath. Her stomach hadn't been so big when she went to sleep! Her skin was hot. She felt her belly and wondered what had happened. Nicholas. Nicolas. She sat up, and smiled. She would name the baby Nicholas. She flung herself back down on the bed and sighed.
Knives walked to the front porch. The town seemed aflame.
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Vash dressed in a shirt and suspenders. It was noon. Meryl was still asleep. Millie was locked up in her room. Vash finished loading their harvested vegetables into the cart, and wiped his hands on his pants.
"Let's go, Knives."
They walked down the road, side by side.
Meryl was at the window, watching them dissapear into the distance.
Upon reaching the town, doors opened to greet Vash.
"Ericks!" a small girl cried and ran up to him. He reached down and picked her up, putting her on his sholders.
"So tell me what's been happening in town, cowgirl!" he held her feet. Knives pulled the cart.
"Bandits!!!" she waved her toy gun in the air. "Bandits everywhere!"
Three boys ran up to Vash, grabbing his sleeves.
"Ericks! Ericks! My mom lost her job!" one boy cried.
"No! Marc! Are you serious?" he looked down.
"Yeah! She got fired because she wouldn't serve bandits at the resturant!"
"Okay, what's all this I hear about bandits?"
The girl, Jillan, pulled his hair. "I told you there are bandits everywhere!"
They turned a corner and Vash stopped the cart. Knives stood, placid. Bored.
More children showed up to clamor on about bandits. Vash put Jillan down and reached into the cart. He filled a burlap sack with carrots, turnips, and lettuce. He paused, and then threw in a few onions. He tied the sack with string and met Marc's mother at the door.
"Good morning Ericks." her eyes were swollen. He smiled and handed her the sack, to which she balked. "Oh Ericks, i couldn't!"
"Oh no, don't worry. It's just excess! We have too much food. Ma'am, you're doing us a favor by taking this off our hands." He put his hand on her sholder. She smiled back.
"You're a good man, Ericks. Marcus! MARCUS! Come here!" she cried and grabbed her boy by the ear. "You are absolutley filthy!" she drug him inside. He made a face through the screen door, which Vash replied by sticking out his tongue and blowing a raspberry. Marc laughed.
Children climbed on the cart and Vash pulled it along, with Knives trailing.
Three darkly dressed gentlemen sat on the porch of the saloon across the stret, watching the procession of children.
"Vash the stampede, you say?" A dark drink in his hand, the tall man pulled at his hat.
"Is the reward still so high? He hasn't been seen in ages. Nobody has reported anything out of the ordinary lately." A fat man tugged at his beard.
"No, i'm sure." The short man stood and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. "The reward won't be decreased for several years, at least. Most peole are sure he's old enough to die soon anyways. The bounty has been on his head for over twenty years."
"So, what were the specifics?" The tall man fingered his gun. The fat man sat and listeed. The short man eyed the men with the children.
"He's tall, blond. He is supposed to wear a red coat, but if he's laying low he would have trashed it." he paused to glance at the two blond men.
"His face, his face. Does he have any scars? Distinct features?"
"Long nose, long chin. Nothing out of the ordinary." The short man chewed on one of his nails as he continued. "He causes destruction. And he's supposed to be in this town. He's the bringer of death. The grim reaper." He quoted a man from Agusta, impersonating his terrified warble." 'Shoot like a bat out of hell, and pray for your life, boys.' "
Knives stood next to a child who had fallen off the cart. The three men watched from the shadows. The little girl reached up a hand to Knives, and he smacked it away. She started to cry and Knives kept walking. The tall man turned to the others and raised an eyebrow. They paid more attention. The second man, with longer hair, walked to the little girl and picked her up.
"What about those guys?" the bearded man asked. "They're blond enough. And that scary one was an asshole"
A waitress came to their table, slightly shaking. "Can i get anything for you...gentlemen?" She held a pad of paper and pencil in her hand.
"Tell us about those two men over there." the tall man pointed across the street.
"O-oh...that's Ericks. He brings food to the orphanage every week."
The short man took her wrist. " And the other man?"
She gulped and dropped her pencil. "That's his brother, i think. He never talks. He just helps pull the cart. Nobody knows his name..."
"What's he like?" her wrist began to throb.
"H-he's....a very bad man...i think."
"Where did they come from?" the beareded man growled.
"Well..." she thought for a moment. "Nobody knows. They just...appeared. They...don't really do much except bring food every week. Ericks is a godsend. A saint." her eyes glazed over for a moment.
"Thank you. Bring me another drink." he let her go. She ran back into the saloon. The short man turned to the tall man. "Tail him."
"Which one?"
"The bad man."
"On it." in a flash the tall man was walking down the street.
"What are we going to do?" the bearded man picked up the pencil from the floor. "Dead or alive?"
"Dead."
"Why?"
"It's just fucking easier." The short man rolled up the piece of paper on the table and stood up. The bearded man followed, and they walked away. The waitress came back out with a drink in her shaking hand. "sir...?" The table was empty.
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My e-mail: AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com. Reviews gladly welcomed.
AUTHOR'S ENDING NOTE: Yeeeeeeeeeah i know making Millie pregnant is really cliche....kind of expected. But it's not like you ccouldn't see it coming from 60 billion double iles away. XD But I didn't think it was fair to leave Millie all alone. I just couldn't do it! ;_; what did you expect me to do? Pair Millie with Knives? OMFG THAT'S SO WRONG. *bleh* Plus i do have plans for the child. Don't worry! It will be of great importance! This chapter...not so much happened. A lot of sleeping. Yeah. Lots of sleeping. I meant it not to be so much. But i couldn't help but indulge myself! I love sleeping couples. Also, i tried as hard as i could to keep Knives in character. it's hard, though. All you ever see is him being crazy psycho kill vash during the series. How do you make him subdued? I'm trying my damned hardest!
Oh and thanks to all those nice people who left me reviews! It helped a lot! I give you all hugs. XD
