I DO NOT OWN TRIGUN, THE PEOPLE WHO DO ARE FRIGGIN GENIUSES. BE COOL IF I
DID THOUGH! HOWEVER I DO OWN MY ORIGINAL CHAR. CORA.
Chapter 2 Rude Awakenings
Knives was waking up, he was still in a lot of pain, but it had lessened considerably. He was tucked into a bed, the sheets drawn up tightly around him. He felt clean too, the blood and grit had somehow disappeared. He wasn't wearing his old outfit either, just a pair of black pajama bottoms. He looked around and found a young woman sitting in a rocking chair, sleeping peacefully. Knives had been saved by a human? The thought of it sickened him. But then again, better to be alive and healing then dead and being food for the critters in the desert. He would behave until this human crossed him. Then he would deal with her in the only way he know how to deal with humans. He closed his eyes losing himself in thought when he felt another cool hand on his cheek. He jerked at the touch and quickly grabbed her wrist. Expecting to hear a cry for help he heared....nothing, not even so much as a squeak, instead he heard a gasp and then a quiet laugh.
"Your safe now, you don't need to be afraid" she said quietly
"I am not afraid of you woman." he croaked. His voice was dry and scratchy. Water would be a blessing, if this woman was smart she would have gotten him some. No sooner had he thought this than a cool glass of water was brought to his parched lips. "Well she's smart not to get on my bad side." he said to himself.
"Better?" she asked
Still Knives said nothing, not sure what to say to a lowly human, much less a human woman.
"Not the talkative type huh? That's alright I wouldn't feel much like talking after what I had been through." she said, "That was a pretty good fever you had going there. And those bullet wounds looked in bad shape too. You should learn to take better care of yourself." she chided.
Knives fumed at this remark. "I learned long ago how to take care of myself woman I don't need you to tell me otherwise." he snapped. She looked a little taken aback and then laughed again.
"Aren't we the testy one? I was just commenting on what I saw. And to me it looked like you had a death wish out there, why?"
Knives wished he could have gotten out of bed and hit the woman for asking so many questions. "None of your business woman now leave me be." he turned his head away from her. He heard quiet laughing again. Did nothing anger this woman?
"Whatever you want, you're the patient. Oh and by the way the name is Cora." she set the glass of water on the bedside table and walked out of the room, "If you need my help just call my name. And speaking of names I didn't catch yours." She waited and heard nothing form the man in bed, she was just about to turn and walk out when she heard him speak.
"My name is Knives, woman.." he said.
"Hmmm, interesting name, it suits you. And I thought I told you what my name was. I wont' answer to anything else." she still sounded cheery, it soured his stomach.
"I'll call you what I like." he barked.
"Fine call me whatever you want but don't expect me to come and wait on you if your going to be rude." she laughed and shut the door to the room.
Knives laid there infuriated by the soft spoken woman. She reminded him of that Milly person his brother was hanging around with, although this one didn't seem so ditzy. She seemed stubborn much like himself. But he refused to be the one to give in. He was the superior being, she would wait on him no matter what he called her!
Knives was having a fitful night. That woman must have given him a painkiller or something earlier in the day. The pain in his arms and legs was growing. And on top of that he was having nightmares. He was a little boy again, and he was afraid, so very afraid, then he felt her near him.
"Knives you're alright I'm here, I'm here." He could feel her arms around him. He buried his small face in her long black hair, it smelled sweet like flowers. He was scared but he couldn't tell why. He clutched onto her as tightly as he could, it felt like the tighter he held her the safer it felt. He cried out her name.
"Rem...." he awoke, but it felt like he was still in the dream. He clutched something soft and smooth. Funny, he could still smell her hair, sweet like flowers. Then he realized he really was awake. He felt a hand run through his roughly cut hair.
"Knives you're alright.. I'm here, I'm here." she cooed. He jumped back a bit when he realized he had been snuggled into the arms of that human woman! He looked at her in shock.
"How dare you touch me woman!" wanting a shower immediately went through his mind.
Cora stood up, Knives was ready to give her an earful except, Cora was a bit more quick on the draw. She did something Knives never expected to happen to him. She hauled off and smacked him square in the face. He sat there dumbfounded, his face stinging.
"Hold on a minute!" she yelled waving a finger in his face, "I save you from nearly dying out in that wasteland and that's how you repay me? You have got a lot of nerve!"
Knives regained his composure and was steaming mad, "I'll teach you to talk down to me human," he whipped the covers off the bed and had her pinned against the wall before she could even blink. He again was expecting her to cry out, pleading for her life. But she didn't. She stood there staring at him with those deep green eyes, her face set in stone, not scared, not even nervous, it was....calm.
Inside Knives' head there was a whirl of thought, why wasn't she giving him the reaction he wanted? Why did she have to look at him like that, she was just a human, she should be cowering in fear not standing there staring.
"Maybe this will wake her up." he thought as his hand gripped her throat.
"Woman you try my patience." he growled, "are you so stupid that you don't know how to act when there is a superior being before you?"
Again he did not get the reaction he had wanted, her eyes continued to bore holes into his skull. He was ready to snap her neck when she finally spoke, "Who was she the woman you were calling out to?"
Knives stopped, what was the woman talking about? "I called out for no one you lie."
"Rem, you said Rem...who was she?" she felt his grip loosen.
Knives blinked for a moment , did he call out for that infuriating woman in his dream? He let go of her throat and took a step back, "She was no one, she was just a stupid hum-" Knives suddenly felt very dizzy. He looked down and saw that his bullet wounds were bleeding, He was sweating, the pain was taking over. He collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Cora was instantly at his side. He felt her hands on him trying to help him up. He tried to shrug her away.
"I can take care of myself." he groaned.
"Don't be stupid, you couldn't drag a cat, much less get up on your own." it was as struggle, but Cora helped Knives to the bed. He was expecting her to leave him there to bleed to death, she was just a lowly human. He was expecting her to run away to save herself from him killing her. But she didn't, she quickly tended to the wounds in his shoulders. He winced as he felt antiseptic pouring over the wound.
"It's alright it will make it heal." she was quiet as she gently washed the blood away.
Knives was confused. This woman contradicted everything he believed about humans. She was calm and stood up to danger instead of tucking her tail. And even after he had almost squeezed the life out of her she still persisted in caring for him. She was either the smartest or the dumbest human he had ever met. He was suddenly very tired. He closed his eyes and rested as she wrapped his wounds.
She watched him as she tended his wounds. What was this person that she was taking care of? Why did he keep calling her human? Wasn't he one as well, he certainly looked like one. But he moved so fast, no human can move that fast. And he was so angry, what had could have possibly have happened to him to make him the way he was? She looked at him his eyed were closed, even in rest he looked troubled, on edge. She finished his wounds and stood.
Knives again felt a cool hand of his forehead, instead of flinching he allowed it, to tired to move, besides he figured she was just making sure the fever had not returned. This human was so odd to him. And why was Rem taunting him all of a sudden. True he did not hate Rem, not really. If it were not for her he would not be alive today. He also had to give this woman tending to him the same respect, if it had not been for her, he would again not be alive.
Maybe this woman was the reason for him thinking of Rem. Then he realized how much he missed her, he never meant for her to die, that wasn't in the plan. He had meant for her to live, even though her constant babbling about how precious life had been a bit annoying. Granted he was not quite amused by Rem as his brother was. But still he had had many fond moments with her as well. No he never meant for her to die. But it was her own fault she did not live. She was too busy trying to save those lives she thought were so precious.
Knives felt the woman stand up. He hadn't realized the most of the pain he was feeling had disappeared. She was a better nurse maid than he had expected. She picked up her medicines and walked out the door. He was again expecting to get a reprimand from her about moving so suddenly and reopening his wounds and how he, "should take better care of himself." But he received nothing. She shut the light off to his room, it was almost dawn and a gray light was creeping in. She turned and stared at the strange man that laid before her.
"Good night Knives." she whispered and quietly shut the door.
Cora walked slowly to her room shaking all the way. She shut her bedroom door and locked it. Cora's knees were weak as she slid down the door sobbing. Sure she had put on a brave face in front the man. He seemed to be the type that fed off of a persons reactions. But truth be told she was scared to death. She sat there for a few minutes sobbing, trying to figure out what on earth she had done by bringing this man home with her. She looked up and saw the picture on her dresser. It was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was smiling with Cora by his side. She smiled through her tears
"I know what your thinking, he's a stranger in need of help. So I'll do what I have to do to make him better. But he's so intense it's scary. I miss you so much." she felt new hot tears well in eyes. She sobbed again.
Knives laid in bed his ice blue eyes staring into the darkness. He was listening to the woman cry. Why did humans feel the need to cry so much? It didn't solve anything, he never saw the need to shed tears, it was a waste of good emotions. Then he heard her speak? Was there someone else in the house? He strained to hear what she was saying, "Stranger in need of help....make him better...miss you so much...." obviously she was talking to no one. But the anonymous person she was talking to intrigued him.
So there you go, there's chapter two.... what are you waiting for go review it! :)
Chapter 2 Rude Awakenings
Knives was waking up, he was still in a lot of pain, but it had lessened considerably. He was tucked into a bed, the sheets drawn up tightly around him. He felt clean too, the blood and grit had somehow disappeared. He wasn't wearing his old outfit either, just a pair of black pajama bottoms. He looked around and found a young woman sitting in a rocking chair, sleeping peacefully. Knives had been saved by a human? The thought of it sickened him. But then again, better to be alive and healing then dead and being food for the critters in the desert. He would behave until this human crossed him. Then he would deal with her in the only way he know how to deal with humans. He closed his eyes losing himself in thought when he felt another cool hand on his cheek. He jerked at the touch and quickly grabbed her wrist. Expecting to hear a cry for help he heared....nothing, not even so much as a squeak, instead he heard a gasp and then a quiet laugh.
"Your safe now, you don't need to be afraid" she said quietly
"I am not afraid of you woman." he croaked. His voice was dry and scratchy. Water would be a blessing, if this woman was smart she would have gotten him some. No sooner had he thought this than a cool glass of water was brought to his parched lips. "Well she's smart not to get on my bad side." he said to himself.
"Better?" she asked
Still Knives said nothing, not sure what to say to a lowly human, much less a human woman.
"Not the talkative type huh? That's alright I wouldn't feel much like talking after what I had been through." she said, "That was a pretty good fever you had going there. And those bullet wounds looked in bad shape too. You should learn to take better care of yourself." she chided.
Knives fumed at this remark. "I learned long ago how to take care of myself woman I don't need you to tell me otherwise." he snapped. She looked a little taken aback and then laughed again.
"Aren't we the testy one? I was just commenting on what I saw. And to me it looked like you had a death wish out there, why?"
Knives wished he could have gotten out of bed and hit the woman for asking so many questions. "None of your business woman now leave me be." he turned his head away from her. He heard quiet laughing again. Did nothing anger this woman?
"Whatever you want, you're the patient. Oh and by the way the name is Cora." she set the glass of water on the bedside table and walked out of the room, "If you need my help just call my name. And speaking of names I didn't catch yours." She waited and heard nothing form the man in bed, she was just about to turn and walk out when she heard him speak.
"My name is Knives, woman.." he said.
"Hmmm, interesting name, it suits you. And I thought I told you what my name was. I wont' answer to anything else." she still sounded cheery, it soured his stomach.
"I'll call you what I like." he barked.
"Fine call me whatever you want but don't expect me to come and wait on you if your going to be rude." she laughed and shut the door to the room.
Knives laid there infuriated by the soft spoken woman. She reminded him of that Milly person his brother was hanging around with, although this one didn't seem so ditzy. She seemed stubborn much like himself. But he refused to be the one to give in. He was the superior being, she would wait on him no matter what he called her!
Knives was having a fitful night. That woman must have given him a painkiller or something earlier in the day. The pain in his arms and legs was growing. And on top of that he was having nightmares. He was a little boy again, and he was afraid, so very afraid, then he felt her near him.
"Knives you're alright I'm here, I'm here." He could feel her arms around him. He buried his small face in her long black hair, it smelled sweet like flowers. He was scared but he couldn't tell why. He clutched onto her as tightly as he could, it felt like the tighter he held her the safer it felt. He cried out her name.
"Rem...." he awoke, but it felt like he was still in the dream. He clutched something soft and smooth. Funny, he could still smell her hair, sweet like flowers. Then he realized he really was awake. He felt a hand run through his roughly cut hair.
"Knives you're alright.. I'm here, I'm here." she cooed. He jumped back a bit when he realized he had been snuggled into the arms of that human woman! He looked at her in shock.
"How dare you touch me woman!" wanting a shower immediately went through his mind.
Cora stood up, Knives was ready to give her an earful except, Cora was a bit more quick on the draw. She did something Knives never expected to happen to him. She hauled off and smacked him square in the face. He sat there dumbfounded, his face stinging.
"Hold on a minute!" she yelled waving a finger in his face, "I save you from nearly dying out in that wasteland and that's how you repay me? You have got a lot of nerve!"
Knives regained his composure and was steaming mad, "I'll teach you to talk down to me human," he whipped the covers off the bed and had her pinned against the wall before she could even blink. He again was expecting her to cry out, pleading for her life. But she didn't. She stood there staring at him with those deep green eyes, her face set in stone, not scared, not even nervous, it was....calm.
Inside Knives' head there was a whirl of thought, why wasn't she giving him the reaction he wanted? Why did she have to look at him like that, she was just a human, she should be cowering in fear not standing there staring.
"Maybe this will wake her up." he thought as his hand gripped her throat.
"Woman you try my patience." he growled, "are you so stupid that you don't know how to act when there is a superior being before you?"
Again he did not get the reaction he had wanted, her eyes continued to bore holes into his skull. He was ready to snap her neck when she finally spoke, "Who was she the woman you were calling out to?"
Knives stopped, what was the woman talking about? "I called out for no one you lie."
"Rem, you said Rem...who was she?" she felt his grip loosen.
Knives blinked for a moment , did he call out for that infuriating woman in his dream? He let go of her throat and took a step back, "She was no one, she was just a stupid hum-" Knives suddenly felt very dizzy. He looked down and saw that his bullet wounds were bleeding, He was sweating, the pain was taking over. He collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Cora was instantly at his side. He felt her hands on him trying to help him up. He tried to shrug her away.
"I can take care of myself." he groaned.
"Don't be stupid, you couldn't drag a cat, much less get up on your own." it was as struggle, but Cora helped Knives to the bed. He was expecting her to leave him there to bleed to death, she was just a lowly human. He was expecting her to run away to save herself from him killing her. But she didn't, she quickly tended to the wounds in his shoulders. He winced as he felt antiseptic pouring over the wound.
"It's alright it will make it heal." she was quiet as she gently washed the blood away.
Knives was confused. This woman contradicted everything he believed about humans. She was calm and stood up to danger instead of tucking her tail. And even after he had almost squeezed the life out of her she still persisted in caring for him. She was either the smartest or the dumbest human he had ever met. He was suddenly very tired. He closed his eyes and rested as she wrapped his wounds.
She watched him as she tended his wounds. What was this person that she was taking care of? Why did he keep calling her human? Wasn't he one as well, he certainly looked like one. But he moved so fast, no human can move that fast. And he was so angry, what had could have possibly have happened to him to make him the way he was? She looked at him his eyed were closed, even in rest he looked troubled, on edge. She finished his wounds and stood.
Knives again felt a cool hand of his forehead, instead of flinching he allowed it, to tired to move, besides he figured she was just making sure the fever had not returned. This human was so odd to him. And why was Rem taunting him all of a sudden. True he did not hate Rem, not really. If it were not for her he would not be alive today. He also had to give this woman tending to him the same respect, if it had not been for her, he would again not be alive.
Maybe this woman was the reason for him thinking of Rem. Then he realized how much he missed her, he never meant for her to die, that wasn't in the plan. He had meant for her to live, even though her constant babbling about how precious life had been a bit annoying. Granted he was not quite amused by Rem as his brother was. But still he had had many fond moments with her as well. No he never meant for her to die. But it was her own fault she did not live. She was too busy trying to save those lives she thought were so precious.
Knives felt the woman stand up. He hadn't realized the most of the pain he was feeling had disappeared. She was a better nurse maid than he had expected. She picked up her medicines and walked out the door. He was again expecting to get a reprimand from her about moving so suddenly and reopening his wounds and how he, "should take better care of himself." But he received nothing. She shut the light off to his room, it was almost dawn and a gray light was creeping in. She turned and stared at the strange man that laid before her.
"Good night Knives." she whispered and quietly shut the door.
Cora walked slowly to her room shaking all the way. She shut her bedroom door and locked it. Cora's knees were weak as she slid down the door sobbing. Sure she had put on a brave face in front the man. He seemed to be the type that fed off of a persons reactions. But truth be told she was scared to death. She sat there for a few minutes sobbing, trying to figure out what on earth she had done by bringing this man home with her. She looked up and saw the picture on her dresser. It was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was smiling with Cora by his side. She smiled through her tears
"I know what your thinking, he's a stranger in need of help. So I'll do what I have to do to make him better. But he's so intense it's scary. I miss you so much." she felt new hot tears well in eyes. She sobbed again.
Knives laid in bed his ice blue eyes staring into the darkness. He was listening to the woman cry. Why did humans feel the need to cry so much? It didn't solve anything, he never saw the need to shed tears, it was a waste of good emotions. Then he heard her speak? Was there someone else in the house? He strained to hear what she was saying, "Stranger in need of help....make him better...miss you so much...." obviously she was talking to no one. But the anonymous person she was talking to intrigued him.
So there you go, there's chapter two.... what are you waiting for go review it! :)