Disclaimer: Trigun and all its 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 four...i read another fanfiction titled "When it's Over" by Baboo, and i really liked how in character and silly she(wait..mabye he. i don't know) wrote Vash. i was hoping to make him more in character with this chapter. I wanted to show him being silly and fun. Maybe I went overboard. who knows. But he's a hero! yayyy.
email address = AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
------------------------------------------- A House in the desert Chapter four /// "the good man "
A building rose in the distance. Vash smiled. A large wooden cross was nailed above the door. A gate surrounded the building, keeping danger away. As Vash crossed the threshold, Knives stayed behind. It was their...custom. Knives never entered a place where children lived.
Vash galloped, pulling the cart behind him. Countless children from town screamed with delight as they clutched to the sides of the cart. "Faster faster!!!"
Vash stumbled and fumbled, trying to keep afoot. He skidded to a halt at the front steps, and fell on his knees. He grasped at his chest and flailed on the ground like a fish out of water.
"Oh no! Ericks!" the little girls cried and rushed to his side.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Heart attack!!!" the boys screamed and jumped on top of him. The girls joined in, and soon only Vash's feet were visible, kicking the dust.
"For goodness sakes!!!" a little boy on top of the pile cried out. "This is too much for me!"
"I know what he needs!" a teenage boy jumped out of the building. " I have the cure!"
"Jonah! Please! Cure him!" they cried.
One little girl grasped at her chest and started to convulse. "Oh no!!! It's CONTAGIOUS!" Soon all the children were shivering and howling and rolling on the ground.
"I know exactly what you need!!!" he cried, cupping his hands around his face. "LOVE AND PEACE!" he crossed his fingers and held them in the air.
The children looked at Jonah in silence. "What are you, stupid?" a girl stood up.
"Yeah, that's pretty dumb. Not fun at all."
"Eating bugs. That would be a fun cure.
"Mud! Eat mud!"
"LOVE AND PEACE!!!" A voice cried and echoed. Vash stood to his feet and held his hands in the air, crossing his fingers. "FOREVER LOVE AND PEACE!" Tears streamed down his face as he leaped to Jonah and hugged him. "LOVE AND PEACE!!!"
The children stared at him.
"LOVE AND PEACE!" Vash insisted and raised his hand in the air again as he held Jonah in a headlock. "Love and peace, i tell you!" Vash's eye twitched. "Love and peace or I'll turn you all purple!!!" he cried.
The children all raised their arms in the air. "Love and peace!!!"
"Jonah, dear boy!" Vash held him by the shoulders, tears streaming down his face.
"Ericks!" the boy choked, tears streaming down his face as well.
Vash's voice was high and choked. "You're all I could ever ask for in a son!" He pulled him into a manly embrace.
Jonah bit his knuckle and choked out his words as well. "...I'm not your son!"
Vash's face turned blue. "You've been lying to me all this time!" He turned away, and put his face in his hands.
"Ericks..." Jonah piteously cried "It's true, I'm not your son! For your safety i had to conceal the fact that...in reality....i am...YOUR FATHER!" he spun Vash around and Vash gasped with sparkles in his eyes.
The children laughed and booed. "No way! He can't be Ericks' father!" A little girl stood up with her hands on her hips.
"Well then..." Vash put his hands on his hips. "That means he must be my mother!"
The children hooted and rolled and held their sides. They pointed at Jonah and cried "Mommy!"
"Hey Mom...I'm hungry!" Vash cried over the hoots and hollers. The children cheered. "Barbeque!"
"Alright! Alright!" Jonah screamed. The kids quieted down as their acting guardian raised his hands in the air. "Due to an overwhelming majority vote..." he paused for effect. "We will now dine on.....liver and gruel thankyouverymuch!!!!"
"Nooooooooo!" the children screamed and attacked Jonah. Vash jumped into his cart and pulled out several bags.
"You guys wouldn't believe what i found!" he cried out. The children looked up from Jonah, who was blue in the face. "Onions..." some children cheered. "Carrots.." One girl screamed 'woo-hoo' and the rest looked at her funny. "Potatoes and...wait what's this....oh no i meant to bring vegetables!" He cried and his hit forehead. "I accidentally picked up an entire bag of beef!" The children screamed with delight and jumped all around him as he laughed and held the food above their heads.
"I am the beef bandit!" he yelled and was answered with cries of 'bandits! aiee!!'. He ran away around the side of the house and the children tailed him. He got as far as the grill behind the house when he was assaulted by dozens of children.
Jonah got up from the ground and went inside to get pans and bowls. With a series of crashes, Jonah made it outside with all the cooking utensils.
Soon clean cooking pots filled with water were presented to Vash, who lifted them from the hands of groups of children carrying them. He placed four large pots on the grills. As vegetables were cleaned, they were chopped. As they were chopped they were dropped into the water, and as they were dropped into the water they were stirred and monitored by at least two pairs of eyes. As the stews simmered, Vash grilled the beef.
In the end, two immense dinner tables inside the building were filled with children, each fidgeting with hunger. The stew was hearty, and filled with huge chunks of meat. Vash had gone all out.
"BEFORE WE BEGIN!" Jonah screamed over the dinner table chaos, " WE HAVE TO GIVE THANKS." All the children bowed their heads and fell into silence. "We must thank god for making us...the ground for making good vegetables...the cows for making good meat...and Ericks for bringing it to us! Happy day!" The children clapped and Vash rose to make a speech.
"It's a good day, Ericks!" Jonah sighed, as stew was splashed into bowls all over the tables. Vash looked at him and smiled. Jonah was a great guy. To take care of so many children was a feat. The boy's hair ran down past his shoulders, and he always sat straight and tall.
"You're a good man. You're a great father to these kids, mother dearest."
"It's the best I can do, son." Jonah crossed his arms and sat with a stoic expression on his face.
"I'll be right back, Jonah." He stood and went to the kitchen to get another bowl. He filled the bowl with stew and left the house. The suns were setting, the sky was lit with fire. Vash for a moment looked at the sky with such a weariness that would kill a lesser man. His bones ached and he felt the night's coming cold bite through him. He walked to the front gate and found Knives sitting on the ground outside of it. He handed him the bowl, and a spoon. Knives took them and held them in front of his face.
"You should eat, Knives. But you don't have to. We'll leave soon." he left Knives in silence.
Knives sat and stared at his reflection in the bowl. He didn't want Vash's god damned charity. But he was really hungry. He ladled the stew into his mouth, and tasted blood. He took another spoonful, and then raised the bowl to his lips. The stew poured down his throat as he imagined it was something else.
Vash walked back into the dining hall where the children had begun to sing songs.
"I'm sorry everyone!" he shouted. "But it's my time to go home!" children booed him, and several girls came to him hugging his legs.
"Oh Ericks! Don't leave!"
"I had a great time today! Everybody! Remember! Love and Peace!" he waved his crossed fingers in the air. He managed to escape the children and make it out the door. Children hung out the windows and called at him. He turned around. The sun had set. It was now night.
"If i can't leave now, i can't come back next week!" The children all ducked back inside. The night was blue and bright. Vash took the cart and began the march home. Stepping outside the gate he found Knives standing, covered in blood.
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The Sun was beginning to set.
The tall man crept from the shadows, watching Knives. What an odd man.
"What do you want," Knives stood and threw his bowl to the ground. The tall man narrowed his eyes. He had been seen.
"Just a job opportunity." he stepped into the light in front of Knives. "Why don't you go inside, hrm? Have some dinner? Play games?"
"Don't taunt me." Knave's eyes were empty.
"It's cold out here." The tall man took a step closer. "Wouldn't you rather be inside at the fire? Wouldn't you rather curl up and sing songs with the children?" he hissed. " Wouldn't you rather?"
"You will die." Knives voice dropped and rumbled. The tall man paused. "You will die. You were promised that you would die when you were born." He walked to the man and stared him down. "It was a gift." He whispered.
"I don't accept gifts." the tall man tried to finish his interrogation. But this man...struck in him a fear he hadn't been prepared for. He could feel his heart beating. It thumped against his ribs.
"All humans accept gifts. It's in your nature."
"But not in yours?"
"Never. I have no nature."
"A man with no nature. A man who brings food to hungry children."
The tall man pulled his gun from his holster.
"What is your business here?" Knives smile dissolved.
The tall man's heart began to beat faster. His left arm tingled. "To kill you...Vash the stampede!" he put his gun to Knive's chest and fired five times. Knive's body convulsed and shook with the force of the blows. Silence was broken by Knives' hysterical laughter, and he shook as he stood in a growing puddle of blood.
His hands were around the tall man's neck. His heart...was beating so fast. The tall man gasped for breath and held his chest.
"What, did you think you would surprise me?! Surprise me....Vash the Stampede?" His laugher was hysterical. Blood dripped from his mouth and splashed into the tall man's face. Knive's eyes were wide, his toothy grin stained red. The man's heart beat faster and faster. Knives could feel his blood racing. " I'll bring you a gift!" He took the man's head in his hands and squeezed. The tall man screamed, and his heart seared with pain. He ducked out of Knive's grip and stumbled.
Knives leaped, landing on the man's stomach, knocking him to he ground. He put his hands on the man's chest, and could feel the life humming inside of him. The man choked and his eyes turned towards the sky. His heart beat faster and faster. His heart...his arm was numb. Sixty Billion Double dollars... an end to the bloodshed...was worth everything...that he had to give. The sky was dimming as the tall man choked on his own spit.
Knives moved his hand directly over the man's heart.
Pop.
The tall man's body shook and Knives stood up. The white's of his eyes flashed and fluttered closed as he died from the heart attack.
The Sun had set. It was now night.
"If I can't leave now, I can't come back next week!" Vash's voice was soft in the distance. Knives dug his fingers into a hole in his chest, picking out a bullet. He threw it on the ground and spat on the tall man's corpse. He looked up to the houses across the street, and saw white faces peeking through open windows. A girl stared at him, motionless, with pure terror in her eyes. Knives lifted his bloody hand, and pointed a finger at her. He mouthed a word and she disappeared from sight.
Vash walked through the gate, and dropped the cart's handles. He stood and stared at his brother. He saw blood, and a dead man lying on the ground. Death...death in the streets of a town that he loved. A man was dead within three feet of the gate to a house of god. Within plain view of the innocent eyes of children. He whirled around to face the building. No windows were open, no faces were seen in the night. No children had seen this. Vash's lips turned and he felt dizzy. Look at what he had brought upon the town. Look at what he had done. He brought them a monster.
"Knives..." his voice was empty.
Knives cut him off. "Has no one told you... that my name is Vash the Stampede!" he started laughing, blood pouring down his shirt and pants.
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END OF CHAPTER FOUR. Hey guys...wanna hear something funny? I finished this chapter like....six months ago, right? So....I forgot I had even written it.....and I just found it whilst clearing up my hardrive...and I decided to post it for the nice people who wanted me to continue it.
Okay- here's the funny part.
It's been so long....I forgot how I was going to end the story! HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Funny.
:P
-AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com Feedback is cooool.
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 four...i read another fanfiction titled "When it's Over" by Baboo, and i really liked how in character and silly she(wait..mabye he. i don't know) wrote Vash. i was hoping to make him more in character with this chapter. I wanted to show him being silly and fun. Maybe I went overboard. who knows. But he's a hero! yayyy.
email address = AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
------------------------------------------- A House in the desert Chapter four /// "the good man "
A building rose in the distance. Vash smiled. A large wooden cross was nailed above the door. A gate surrounded the building, keeping danger away. As Vash crossed the threshold, Knives stayed behind. It was their...custom. Knives never entered a place where children lived.
Vash galloped, pulling the cart behind him. Countless children from town screamed with delight as they clutched to the sides of the cart. "Faster faster!!!"
Vash stumbled and fumbled, trying to keep afoot. He skidded to a halt at the front steps, and fell on his knees. He grasped at his chest and flailed on the ground like a fish out of water.
"Oh no! Ericks!" the little girls cried and rushed to his side.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Heart attack!!!" the boys screamed and jumped on top of him. The girls joined in, and soon only Vash's feet were visible, kicking the dust.
"For goodness sakes!!!" a little boy on top of the pile cried out. "This is too much for me!"
"I know what he needs!" a teenage boy jumped out of the building. " I have the cure!"
"Jonah! Please! Cure him!" they cried.
One little girl grasped at her chest and started to convulse. "Oh no!!! It's CONTAGIOUS!" Soon all the children were shivering and howling and rolling on the ground.
"I know exactly what you need!!!" he cried, cupping his hands around his face. "LOVE AND PEACE!" he crossed his fingers and held them in the air.
The children looked at Jonah in silence. "What are you, stupid?" a girl stood up.
"Yeah, that's pretty dumb. Not fun at all."
"Eating bugs. That would be a fun cure.
"Mud! Eat mud!"
"LOVE AND PEACE!!!" A voice cried and echoed. Vash stood to his feet and held his hands in the air, crossing his fingers. "FOREVER LOVE AND PEACE!" Tears streamed down his face as he leaped to Jonah and hugged him. "LOVE AND PEACE!!!"
The children stared at him.
"LOVE AND PEACE!" Vash insisted and raised his hand in the air again as he held Jonah in a headlock. "Love and peace, i tell you!" Vash's eye twitched. "Love and peace or I'll turn you all purple!!!" he cried.
The children all raised their arms in the air. "Love and peace!!!"
"Jonah, dear boy!" Vash held him by the shoulders, tears streaming down his face.
"Ericks!" the boy choked, tears streaming down his face as well.
Vash's voice was high and choked. "You're all I could ever ask for in a son!" He pulled him into a manly embrace.
Jonah bit his knuckle and choked out his words as well. "...I'm not your son!"
Vash's face turned blue. "You've been lying to me all this time!" He turned away, and put his face in his hands.
"Ericks..." Jonah piteously cried "It's true, I'm not your son! For your safety i had to conceal the fact that...in reality....i am...YOUR FATHER!" he spun Vash around and Vash gasped with sparkles in his eyes.
The children laughed and booed. "No way! He can't be Ericks' father!" A little girl stood up with her hands on her hips.
"Well then..." Vash put his hands on his hips. "That means he must be my mother!"
The children hooted and rolled and held their sides. They pointed at Jonah and cried "Mommy!"
"Hey Mom...I'm hungry!" Vash cried over the hoots and hollers. The children cheered. "Barbeque!"
"Alright! Alright!" Jonah screamed. The kids quieted down as their acting guardian raised his hands in the air. "Due to an overwhelming majority vote..." he paused for effect. "We will now dine on.....liver and gruel thankyouverymuch!!!!"
"Nooooooooo!" the children screamed and attacked Jonah. Vash jumped into his cart and pulled out several bags.
"You guys wouldn't believe what i found!" he cried out. The children looked up from Jonah, who was blue in the face. "Onions..." some children cheered. "Carrots.." One girl screamed 'woo-hoo' and the rest looked at her funny. "Potatoes and...wait what's this....oh no i meant to bring vegetables!" He cried and his hit forehead. "I accidentally picked up an entire bag of beef!" The children screamed with delight and jumped all around him as he laughed and held the food above their heads.
"I am the beef bandit!" he yelled and was answered with cries of 'bandits! aiee!!'. He ran away around the side of the house and the children tailed him. He got as far as the grill behind the house when he was assaulted by dozens of children.
Jonah got up from the ground and went inside to get pans and bowls. With a series of crashes, Jonah made it outside with all the cooking utensils.
Soon clean cooking pots filled with water were presented to Vash, who lifted them from the hands of groups of children carrying them. He placed four large pots on the grills. As vegetables were cleaned, they were chopped. As they were chopped they were dropped into the water, and as they were dropped into the water they were stirred and monitored by at least two pairs of eyes. As the stews simmered, Vash grilled the beef.
In the end, two immense dinner tables inside the building were filled with children, each fidgeting with hunger. The stew was hearty, and filled with huge chunks of meat. Vash had gone all out.
"BEFORE WE BEGIN!" Jonah screamed over the dinner table chaos, " WE HAVE TO GIVE THANKS." All the children bowed their heads and fell into silence. "We must thank god for making us...the ground for making good vegetables...the cows for making good meat...and Ericks for bringing it to us! Happy day!" The children clapped and Vash rose to make a speech.
"It's a good day, Ericks!" Jonah sighed, as stew was splashed into bowls all over the tables. Vash looked at him and smiled. Jonah was a great guy. To take care of so many children was a feat. The boy's hair ran down past his shoulders, and he always sat straight and tall.
"You're a good man. You're a great father to these kids, mother dearest."
"It's the best I can do, son." Jonah crossed his arms and sat with a stoic expression on his face.
"I'll be right back, Jonah." He stood and went to the kitchen to get another bowl. He filled the bowl with stew and left the house. The suns were setting, the sky was lit with fire. Vash for a moment looked at the sky with such a weariness that would kill a lesser man. His bones ached and he felt the night's coming cold bite through him. He walked to the front gate and found Knives sitting on the ground outside of it. He handed him the bowl, and a spoon. Knives took them and held them in front of his face.
"You should eat, Knives. But you don't have to. We'll leave soon." he left Knives in silence.
Knives sat and stared at his reflection in the bowl. He didn't want Vash's god damned charity. But he was really hungry. He ladled the stew into his mouth, and tasted blood. He took another spoonful, and then raised the bowl to his lips. The stew poured down his throat as he imagined it was something else.
Vash walked back into the dining hall where the children had begun to sing songs.
"I'm sorry everyone!" he shouted. "But it's my time to go home!" children booed him, and several girls came to him hugging his legs.
"Oh Ericks! Don't leave!"
"I had a great time today! Everybody! Remember! Love and Peace!" he waved his crossed fingers in the air. He managed to escape the children and make it out the door. Children hung out the windows and called at him. He turned around. The sun had set. It was now night.
"If i can't leave now, i can't come back next week!" The children all ducked back inside. The night was blue and bright. Vash took the cart and began the march home. Stepping outside the gate he found Knives standing, covered in blood.
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The Sun was beginning to set.
The tall man crept from the shadows, watching Knives. What an odd man.
"What do you want," Knives stood and threw his bowl to the ground. The tall man narrowed his eyes. He had been seen.
"Just a job opportunity." he stepped into the light in front of Knives. "Why don't you go inside, hrm? Have some dinner? Play games?"
"Don't taunt me." Knave's eyes were empty.
"It's cold out here." The tall man took a step closer. "Wouldn't you rather be inside at the fire? Wouldn't you rather curl up and sing songs with the children?" he hissed. " Wouldn't you rather?"
"You will die." Knives voice dropped and rumbled. The tall man paused. "You will die. You were promised that you would die when you were born." He walked to the man and stared him down. "It was a gift." He whispered.
"I don't accept gifts." the tall man tried to finish his interrogation. But this man...struck in him a fear he hadn't been prepared for. He could feel his heart beating. It thumped against his ribs.
"All humans accept gifts. It's in your nature."
"But not in yours?"
"Never. I have no nature."
"A man with no nature. A man who brings food to hungry children."
The tall man pulled his gun from his holster.
"What is your business here?" Knives smile dissolved.
The tall man's heart began to beat faster. His left arm tingled. "To kill you...Vash the stampede!" he put his gun to Knive's chest and fired five times. Knive's body convulsed and shook with the force of the blows. Silence was broken by Knives' hysterical laughter, and he shook as he stood in a growing puddle of blood.
His hands were around the tall man's neck. His heart...was beating so fast. The tall man gasped for breath and held his chest.
"What, did you think you would surprise me?! Surprise me....Vash the Stampede?" His laugher was hysterical. Blood dripped from his mouth and splashed into the tall man's face. Knive's eyes were wide, his toothy grin stained red. The man's heart beat faster and faster. Knives could feel his blood racing. " I'll bring you a gift!" He took the man's head in his hands and squeezed. The tall man screamed, and his heart seared with pain. He ducked out of Knive's grip and stumbled.
Knives leaped, landing on the man's stomach, knocking him to he ground. He put his hands on the man's chest, and could feel the life humming inside of him. The man choked and his eyes turned towards the sky. His heart beat faster and faster. His heart...his arm was numb. Sixty Billion Double dollars... an end to the bloodshed...was worth everything...that he had to give. The sky was dimming as the tall man choked on his own spit.
Knives moved his hand directly over the man's heart.
Pop.
The tall man's body shook and Knives stood up. The white's of his eyes flashed and fluttered closed as he died from the heart attack.
The Sun had set. It was now night.
"If I can't leave now, I can't come back next week!" Vash's voice was soft in the distance. Knives dug his fingers into a hole in his chest, picking out a bullet. He threw it on the ground and spat on the tall man's corpse. He looked up to the houses across the street, and saw white faces peeking through open windows. A girl stared at him, motionless, with pure terror in her eyes. Knives lifted his bloody hand, and pointed a finger at her. He mouthed a word and she disappeared from sight.
Vash walked through the gate, and dropped the cart's handles. He stood and stared at his brother. He saw blood, and a dead man lying on the ground. Death...death in the streets of a town that he loved. A man was dead within three feet of the gate to a house of god. Within plain view of the innocent eyes of children. He whirled around to face the building. No windows were open, no faces were seen in the night. No children had seen this. Vash's lips turned and he felt dizzy. Look at what he had brought upon the town. Look at what he had done. He brought them a monster.
"Knives..." his voice was empty.
Knives cut him off. "Has no one told you... that my name is Vash the Stampede!" he started laughing, blood pouring down his shirt and pants.
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END OF CHAPTER FOUR. Hey guys...wanna hear something funny? I finished this chapter like....six months ago, right? So....I forgot I had even written it.....and I just found it whilst clearing up my hardrive...and I decided to post it for the nice people who wanted me to continue it.
Okay- here's the funny part.
It's been so long....I forgot how I was going to end the story! HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Funny.
:P
-AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com Feedback is cooool.
