Well hello all ^_^!! This, as you will probably realize, is my very first
attempt at fan fiction. Oh, I've done the two bit poet bit, the oh one day
THIS will be my published work, and so on and so forth. So this is my
"final frontier" as you might say into the writing biz. *ehem* Now that
that drivel is over with let me move on. This work is solely mine (I hope)
and if anyone alerts me to the fact that I have unknowingly copied someone
else this story will be deleted immediately for I do not like copycats and
as I well know neither does anyone else. If you're still reading this, WOW
I admire your perseverance. So anyways this is an inspiration off of a
sugar rush so I don't know quite what to think of it....... anywho I hope you
enjoy this creation of my warped and twisted mind!
Disclaimer: (The authoress pauses in an attempt to think of something witty and sly to interject here but comes up short and moves on.) I do not own Trigun, all things related to Trigun, and anything else which somehow fits into my story that is owned by someone else who is consequently not me.
When the Past if Forgotten
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My eyes opened lazily, the cool breeze which rippled across the green grass and ruffled my hair. An endless blue sky rested above me, a gentle contrast to the green vegetation which graced the land. This place made me sick. Every single night that I could remember I kept having the same reoccurring dream of this place, this place of sickening peace. I knew that I might as well sit up now; as much as I wanted to I could not avoid what always came next. Effortlessly I flipped to my feet, my blood red coat flapping in the wind. "Hello Vash." And on cue there that woman appeared. Rem something or other. "It's Knash, K N A S H. I tell you that every time, when shall you ever get it right?" My voice lacked its usual venom; my burning hatred had some time ago lapsed into a bitter resignation. I was so very bored of this.
"Vash look at me." My acid green eyes snapped towards her face, anyone else would have shit themselves right then and there but she simply continued to gaze serenely at me. "Vash, the time is coming soon when your past will catch up with you. Will you be ready?" for a single moment, which seemed to last for an eternity, she captured my eyes and held them. A single solitary tear slid from her eye and ran down her face, "No. I see it you will never be ready. Vash, when history once again catches you do not be afraid." Her both sad and soothing voice had no affect on me what so ever. "Look bitch I ain't got no past, and the one thing I fear is that one day I won't be able to enjoy licking the blood off my fingers after a fresh kill." My voice was calm, nice even. I had long ago learned the casual mention of the mass murders I had commited bothered her far more than anything else I had ever said.
Her flinch of horror inspired a sadistic smirk to flash across my face. "Look, if you are going to drag me here every single night you might as well make it worth my while." Without allowing her time to register what that entailed I appeared behind her and crushed her to my chest. Leaning down I leisurly smelt her hair, the expanse of blue silk smelled exactly like the ocean and flowers that I so vaguely remembered. I slowly ran my hand up and down her sides. Damn, as annoying as this bitch was she sure has all the right curves in all the right places.
Enjoying the feel of her against me I was baffled as to why I had not thought of this before. Would have saved me from a whole lot of bullshit. She stayed limo in my embrace, silently enduring my groping. "Vash........" I paused in surprise. Her voice sounded so.....hollow. "Vash she is still searching for you. Even after all this time. After all that has happened. She searches for you still. Regain your lost memories. Not for me, not for you, not for anyone else you left behind. Remember for her alone." When she said her piece I was left grasping air. Resting a her petite hands on my face she her sky blue eyes gazed into the soul I had long ago thought I had lost, "My dear sweet Vash, please return to us soon."
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In the depths of darkness two gleaming eyes snapped open. If anyone had been there to witness his awakening they would have been privileged to watch as Satan himself decided to grace the world with his presence in the form of a human monster. Those two gleaming eyes held hatred, hatred so pure and tainted that it encompassed the whole world twice over. The man whose eyes gleamed like the very gates to hell rose from his bed. His age was indeterminable; his physic spoke of centuries of battles and chaos yet his face was that of a young teen. Honey blonde hair flowed over his face and spilled onto broad tan shoulders, his body was a testimony of battle scars gracing every inch, but all of that paled and faded in comparison to his eyes. It was his eyes that marked him as the one and only Knash, the one and only Mortal Armageddon. Eyes of acid green which dripped over to form a gaze of toxin. The lone beauty mark, which dared to rest upon his face, only enhanced this effect. The Mortal Armageddon had awoken to yet another day to yet another dream, it was time yet again to cause strife and chaos. The ghastly grin, which settled upon Knash's visage, spoke of only anticipation and excitement of the pain and suffering which he was soon to inflict.
Alrighty already an end to a short chapter one. This is an experiment so let the testing begin ^_~. I hope to have at least one lone review in order to continue on, if not oh well. Who knows what the future shall bring.
Neways for the idiots out there~ Vash=lost memory=mass murderer=oh the possibilities. She=Meryl
Yeah so I'm done now. Have a great day/afternoon/night y'all. Hope to hear from all of you ^_^!
Oh, flamers be warned I don't mind at all if you do bash my story just don't get personal, kay? ^_^ (The "or else" is supposed to be kinda implied.........)
Disclaimer: (The authoress pauses in an attempt to think of something witty and sly to interject here but comes up short and moves on.) I do not own Trigun, all things related to Trigun, and anything else which somehow fits into my story that is owned by someone else who is consequently not me.
When the Past if Forgotten
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My eyes opened lazily, the cool breeze which rippled across the green grass and ruffled my hair. An endless blue sky rested above me, a gentle contrast to the green vegetation which graced the land. This place made me sick. Every single night that I could remember I kept having the same reoccurring dream of this place, this place of sickening peace. I knew that I might as well sit up now; as much as I wanted to I could not avoid what always came next. Effortlessly I flipped to my feet, my blood red coat flapping in the wind. "Hello Vash." And on cue there that woman appeared. Rem something or other. "It's Knash, K N A S H. I tell you that every time, when shall you ever get it right?" My voice lacked its usual venom; my burning hatred had some time ago lapsed into a bitter resignation. I was so very bored of this.
"Vash look at me." My acid green eyes snapped towards her face, anyone else would have shit themselves right then and there but she simply continued to gaze serenely at me. "Vash, the time is coming soon when your past will catch up with you. Will you be ready?" for a single moment, which seemed to last for an eternity, she captured my eyes and held them. A single solitary tear slid from her eye and ran down her face, "No. I see it you will never be ready. Vash, when history once again catches you do not be afraid." Her both sad and soothing voice had no affect on me what so ever. "Look bitch I ain't got no past, and the one thing I fear is that one day I won't be able to enjoy licking the blood off my fingers after a fresh kill." My voice was calm, nice even. I had long ago learned the casual mention of the mass murders I had commited bothered her far more than anything else I had ever said.
Her flinch of horror inspired a sadistic smirk to flash across my face. "Look, if you are going to drag me here every single night you might as well make it worth my while." Without allowing her time to register what that entailed I appeared behind her and crushed her to my chest. Leaning down I leisurly smelt her hair, the expanse of blue silk smelled exactly like the ocean and flowers that I so vaguely remembered. I slowly ran my hand up and down her sides. Damn, as annoying as this bitch was she sure has all the right curves in all the right places.
Enjoying the feel of her against me I was baffled as to why I had not thought of this before. Would have saved me from a whole lot of bullshit. She stayed limo in my embrace, silently enduring my groping. "Vash........" I paused in surprise. Her voice sounded so.....hollow. "Vash she is still searching for you. Even after all this time. After all that has happened. She searches for you still. Regain your lost memories. Not for me, not for you, not for anyone else you left behind. Remember for her alone." When she said her piece I was left grasping air. Resting a her petite hands on my face she her sky blue eyes gazed into the soul I had long ago thought I had lost, "My dear sweet Vash, please return to us soon."
************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**********
In the depths of darkness two gleaming eyes snapped open. If anyone had been there to witness his awakening they would have been privileged to watch as Satan himself decided to grace the world with his presence in the form of a human monster. Those two gleaming eyes held hatred, hatred so pure and tainted that it encompassed the whole world twice over. The man whose eyes gleamed like the very gates to hell rose from his bed. His age was indeterminable; his physic spoke of centuries of battles and chaos yet his face was that of a young teen. Honey blonde hair flowed over his face and spilled onto broad tan shoulders, his body was a testimony of battle scars gracing every inch, but all of that paled and faded in comparison to his eyes. It was his eyes that marked him as the one and only Knash, the one and only Mortal Armageddon. Eyes of acid green which dripped over to form a gaze of toxin. The lone beauty mark, which dared to rest upon his face, only enhanced this effect. The Mortal Armageddon had awoken to yet another day to yet another dream, it was time yet again to cause strife and chaos. The ghastly grin, which settled upon Knash's visage, spoke of only anticipation and excitement of the pain and suffering which he was soon to inflict.
Alrighty already an end to a short chapter one. This is an experiment so let the testing begin ^_~. I hope to have at least one lone review in order to continue on, if not oh well. Who knows what the future shall bring.
Neways for the idiots out there~ Vash=lost memory=mass murderer=oh the possibilities. She=Meryl
Yeah so I'm done now. Have a great day/afternoon/night y'all. Hope to hear from all of you ^_^!
Oh, flamers be warned I don't mind at all if you do bash my story just don't get personal, kay? ^_^ (The "or else" is supposed to be kinda implied.........)