Suspense. Something like eight more chapters. Must have more reviews. Getting dry. Errrrghh.....*crawls around* Must...have...water.....x_x;
Awww. *sniffs* its all so....romantic! *cries* And it gets kind of cheesey later soooo....yah....
Note: Switches in and out of Andrea's POV. Noted by the paragraph separation like this:
~*(^)*~
Blah...blah blah...blah blah blah... -----------(Andrea's POV)
x_x_x_x
Blah...blah blah blah blah....again.... -----------(Back to first person narration after the x's and the _'s.)
If you have any trouble reading then I suck. o_O; There seemed to be no other way to write this. It all ended up shitty after I wrote it first, so I rewrote it and it turned out as below. Sowweh in advance! ^^;
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Chapter Seven: Why
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x_x_x_x
A crowd of people from the nearest town which was only an ile away from New July stood at the rubble which used to be the new city. There was a huge flash of light, a gigantic explosion, and the earth shook as though it were still young and unstable. Some just leaving New July thought it was happening all over again, and swore that the area was forever cursed. They might've not been far from the truth.
The place they were staying was on the very edge of New July. Vash's arm had somehow held back most of the fearsome blast, saving many lives in the proccess.
A few people who had heeded Wolfwood's warnings (which literally were a few.) were telling the people from the next town what had happened. Some survivors were just being unearthed by searchers or still buried alive, calling out in the pain from injuries which had inflicted them. A gigantic pile of debris lay silently where the inn once stood proudly. There had been at least four stories.
A ray of sunlight gaped through a hole in the cavelike structure which a miracle had created saving the lives of Vash and Andrea. It drifted across her blood-stained face and warmed it, waking her roughly.
~*(^)*~
'God where am I?'
I lifted my sore head, rubbing it. I kept my eyes shut tight, with many sharp pains all over my body. When my hand brushed over my face, there was a warm sticky substance present on my skin's surface. It took me a little while to realize what it was.
'Blood...?'
My head was throbbing and my mind's gears worked slowly. I slurred out two thick-strung words.
"Whaat...haappenedd...."
I forced the words out of my mouth. My tounge didn't seem to want to work right, and lolled uselessly over my teeth.
After resting I decided to look around a bit, remember where I was, what happened, and most importantly, WHO I was. Everything slowly came back; first at a thick sluggish pace, and then it all hit me so hard I almost fell over again. In fact I did, and felt someone against me. I didn't really care at the moment. I just wanted to find Alex for some weird reason.
'Wait...not Alex....'
The latest memories were harder to catch. I tried to relax, and rack my brains without too much concentration. If you tried to remember something, it makes it impossible to find in your head. Especially when its scratched, bumped, bleeding and painfully throbbing.
I suddenly croaked out the least expected name.
"VASH!!"
The feeling of someone brushing against me came back and I looked to see who it had been. I saw Alex...no...Vash's leg.
Vision was very blurry. I blinked, trying to focus in the dimming light. It was extremely cramped.
'How can I love someone who--'
I heard a groan in Vash's direction and turned, and saw him sitting up and rubbing his head. Tears filled my eyes. I didn't care what or who he was, I just remembered Alex and that I liked him. I liked him ALOT. And when I wasn't able to contain it any longer, I threw myself into his arms, sobbing. Going through that....I needed anyone I trusted to be around and hold me.
Suddenly I wasn't seventeen anymore. I was about six.
"Vash!"
"Andrea?!"
x_x_x_x
Andrea jumped onto Vash, and clung to his upper body like a small child to a father. Getting over the shock of seeing this tough woman suddenly act over ten years younger, he held her in a long embrace, until her tears were spent.
"Andrea..."
"I'm sorry...Vash..." she leaned back against the wall of debris and whiped her burning forehead. Vash seemed taken a little aback by Andrea suddenly calling him his "real" name, but he quickly got over it. "No." he said seriously. "Its my fault. People have probably died. Its all my fault. Like twenty-three years ago....."
Vash began pouring out his whole history to Andrea, like she was a plant herself that just came out of a bulb and wanted to know the whole story of the twins.
Rem.........Steve.......the planet......spiders and butterflies.......Knives.....everything.
Andrea sat listening for what seemed like many eternities. When he was done, she still sat silently.
Finally Vash broke the uncomfortable silence. "You must think I'm a monster...or I'm crazy...don't you?" he looked up at her with pleading, sorrowful eyes. Andrea stared back. Though weird as "Alex" was, he never lied, unlike Wolfwood. And everything was so crazy that no one could think up a lie like that. So it had to be true, didn't it?
"No." she said matter-of-factly. "In fact, I believe you." she took his hands. "Vash I'm sorry I've been so bitchy. That's how I am. Its all a mask. I made it so I could find out where I belong, maybe understand why my life happened at all. This sounds really stupid. But I think I'm in love with you," she let go of his hands and leaned over.
Andrea circled her arms around Vash's neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. Stood. He looked up at her as though he had never seen anything quite like her.
She walked mechanically over to the hole that let in the sunlight and stuck her arm though it, waving it around and moving debris carefully out of the way. Finally there was enough space to get her torso through, and Andrea went up and called out to the searchers. They heard her, and told her they were coming as fast as possible.
~*(^)*~
'Why did I do that?' I sat just below the hole periodically answering the searchmans' calls. I was too tired to dig a better hole, and if I had done much more our small hiding place would've caved in. It was a little under five feet high, and I was almost six.
I had my back turned to Vash. I couldn't overcome that strange feeling that only comes along once in a lifetime, if not more. And then, it has to be true. Most of the time its a mockery of this feeling and its all a lie. But I knew I loved him. There was no denying it. The only thing was....he was an outlaw with an inhumanly large bounty on his head. I knew the rest.
*fourty-five minutes later*
"Hello? Anyone still there??" the searchman's rusty voice croaked out. "YES!!" I said, jumping up through the hole and suprising the crap out of him. "AHH!" he almost fell back. "Sorry sir. Umm..me and my friend are stuck down here. Can you help us?"
"O' course. Be back in just a sec."
Sooner or later we got out. I was kind of dazed, and no matter how many times Vash tried to talk to me I didn't answer. I just couldn't talk to him. My throat didn't seem to want to work right.
"Andrea please talk to me."
I was silent.
"Andrea?"
I managed to choke out some kind of weird squeaky noise.
"Please...just...talk with me."
I made a louder squeak. It sounded like "ok, I'm listening."
We walked over to a bench a few minutes later. He looked at me with those wise, green-grey-blue, sad, puppy, loving, fierce eyes. I hated that look. I turned away.
"Andrea I'm so sorry." he sounded like he meant it. I turned back, and then looked to my feet. "Don't apol--no. I can't say its your fault, and I can't say it isn't. You beat yourself up too much. You say its your fault. Did you conciously kill those people? Did you ever have any purpose in killing someone? No. You never wanted to. It wasn't your doing. You tried to stop it all and you couldn't. I think...I think Rem would be very proud. YOU didn't pull the trigger. Its like saying "someone stole your knife and brutally killed your best friend." it wasn't your doing. Just let it go. Break free of Rem's spell, Vash. Listen to yourself and tell me what you hear."
He stared at me again, suprised that I would speak about his "mother" that way. I looked hard at him. "I understand. But you have to think freely. You'll always be ruled by what you think Rem would do. You're still a child. And Knives....Knives grew up all too fast." I couldn't stand it anymore. I stood up and ran, ran out of the square, the remains of the town, and back into the desert. I hid from him. I did not want to face his sorrow.
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*sniffles* so cheesey and so sad...and romantic.....please review...or flame...*sniffs*
Awww. *sniffs* its all so....romantic! *cries* And it gets kind of cheesey later soooo....yah....
Note: Switches in and out of Andrea's POV. Noted by the paragraph separation like this:
~*(^)*~
Blah...blah blah...blah blah blah... -----------(Andrea's POV)
x_x_x_x
Blah...blah blah blah blah....again.... -----------(Back to first person narration after the x's and the _'s.)
If you have any trouble reading then I suck. o_O; There seemed to be no other way to write this. It all ended up shitty after I wrote it first, so I rewrote it and it turned out as below. Sowweh in advance! ^^;
*****
Chapter Seven: Why
*****
x_x_x_x
A crowd of people from the nearest town which was only an ile away from New July stood at the rubble which used to be the new city. There was a huge flash of light, a gigantic explosion, and the earth shook as though it were still young and unstable. Some just leaving New July thought it was happening all over again, and swore that the area was forever cursed. They might've not been far from the truth.
The place they were staying was on the very edge of New July. Vash's arm had somehow held back most of the fearsome blast, saving many lives in the proccess.
A few people who had heeded Wolfwood's warnings (which literally were a few.) were telling the people from the next town what had happened. Some survivors were just being unearthed by searchers or still buried alive, calling out in the pain from injuries which had inflicted them. A gigantic pile of debris lay silently where the inn once stood proudly. There had been at least four stories.
A ray of sunlight gaped through a hole in the cavelike structure which a miracle had created saving the lives of Vash and Andrea. It drifted across her blood-stained face and warmed it, waking her roughly.
~*(^)*~
'God where am I?'
I lifted my sore head, rubbing it. I kept my eyes shut tight, with many sharp pains all over my body. When my hand brushed over my face, there was a warm sticky substance present on my skin's surface. It took me a little while to realize what it was.
'Blood...?'
My head was throbbing and my mind's gears worked slowly. I slurred out two thick-strung words.
"Whaat...haappenedd...."
I forced the words out of my mouth. My tounge didn't seem to want to work right, and lolled uselessly over my teeth.
After resting I decided to look around a bit, remember where I was, what happened, and most importantly, WHO I was. Everything slowly came back; first at a thick sluggish pace, and then it all hit me so hard I almost fell over again. In fact I did, and felt someone against me. I didn't really care at the moment. I just wanted to find Alex for some weird reason.
'Wait...not Alex....'
The latest memories were harder to catch. I tried to relax, and rack my brains without too much concentration. If you tried to remember something, it makes it impossible to find in your head. Especially when its scratched, bumped, bleeding and painfully throbbing.
I suddenly croaked out the least expected name.
"VASH!!"
The feeling of someone brushing against me came back and I looked to see who it had been. I saw Alex...no...Vash's leg.
Vision was very blurry. I blinked, trying to focus in the dimming light. It was extremely cramped.
'How can I love someone who--'
I heard a groan in Vash's direction and turned, and saw him sitting up and rubbing his head. Tears filled my eyes. I didn't care what or who he was, I just remembered Alex and that I liked him. I liked him ALOT. And when I wasn't able to contain it any longer, I threw myself into his arms, sobbing. Going through that....I needed anyone I trusted to be around and hold me.
Suddenly I wasn't seventeen anymore. I was about six.
"Vash!"
"Andrea?!"
x_x_x_x
Andrea jumped onto Vash, and clung to his upper body like a small child to a father. Getting over the shock of seeing this tough woman suddenly act over ten years younger, he held her in a long embrace, until her tears were spent.
"Andrea..."
"I'm sorry...Vash..." she leaned back against the wall of debris and whiped her burning forehead. Vash seemed taken a little aback by Andrea suddenly calling him his "real" name, but he quickly got over it. "No." he said seriously. "Its my fault. People have probably died. Its all my fault. Like twenty-three years ago....."
Vash began pouring out his whole history to Andrea, like she was a plant herself that just came out of a bulb and wanted to know the whole story of the twins.
Rem.........Steve.......the planet......spiders and butterflies.......Knives.....everything.
Andrea sat listening for what seemed like many eternities. When he was done, she still sat silently.
Finally Vash broke the uncomfortable silence. "You must think I'm a monster...or I'm crazy...don't you?" he looked up at her with pleading, sorrowful eyes. Andrea stared back. Though weird as "Alex" was, he never lied, unlike Wolfwood. And everything was so crazy that no one could think up a lie like that. So it had to be true, didn't it?
"No." she said matter-of-factly. "In fact, I believe you." she took his hands. "Vash I'm sorry I've been so bitchy. That's how I am. Its all a mask. I made it so I could find out where I belong, maybe understand why my life happened at all. This sounds really stupid. But I think I'm in love with you," she let go of his hands and leaned over.
Andrea circled her arms around Vash's neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. Stood. He looked up at her as though he had never seen anything quite like her.
She walked mechanically over to the hole that let in the sunlight and stuck her arm though it, waving it around and moving debris carefully out of the way. Finally there was enough space to get her torso through, and Andrea went up and called out to the searchers. They heard her, and told her they were coming as fast as possible.
~*(^)*~
'Why did I do that?' I sat just below the hole periodically answering the searchmans' calls. I was too tired to dig a better hole, and if I had done much more our small hiding place would've caved in. It was a little under five feet high, and I was almost six.
I had my back turned to Vash. I couldn't overcome that strange feeling that only comes along once in a lifetime, if not more. And then, it has to be true. Most of the time its a mockery of this feeling and its all a lie. But I knew I loved him. There was no denying it. The only thing was....he was an outlaw with an inhumanly large bounty on his head. I knew the rest.
*fourty-five minutes later*
"Hello? Anyone still there??" the searchman's rusty voice croaked out. "YES!!" I said, jumping up through the hole and suprising the crap out of him. "AHH!" he almost fell back. "Sorry sir. Umm..me and my friend are stuck down here. Can you help us?"
"O' course. Be back in just a sec."
Sooner or later we got out. I was kind of dazed, and no matter how many times Vash tried to talk to me I didn't answer. I just couldn't talk to him. My throat didn't seem to want to work right.
"Andrea please talk to me."
I was silent.
"Andrea?"
I managed to choke out some kind of weird squeaky noise.
"Please...just...talk with me."
I made a louder squeak. It sounded like "ok, I'm listening."
We walked over to a bench a few minutes later. He looked at me with those wise, green-grey-blue, sad, puppy, loving, fierce eyes. I hated that look. I turned away.
"Andrea I'm so sorry." he sounded like he meant it. I turned back, and then looked to my feet. "Don't apol--no. I can't say its your fault, and I can't say it isn't. You beat yourself up too much. You say its your fault. Did you conciously kill those people? Did you ever have any purpose in killing someone? No. You never wanted to. It wasn't your doing. You tried to stop it all and you couldn't. I think...I think Rem would be very proud. YOU didn't pull the trigger. Its like saying "someone stole your knife and brutally killed your best friend." it wasn't your doing. Just let it go. Break free of Rem's spell, Vash. Listen to yourself and tell me what you hear."
He stared at me again, suprised that I would speak about his "mother" that way. I looked hard at him. "I understand. But you have to think freely. You'll always be ruled by what you think Rem would do. You're still a child. And Knives....Knives grew up all too fast." I couldn't stand it anymore. I stood up and ran, ran out of the square, the remains of the town, and back into the desert. I hid from him. I did not want to face his sorrow.
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*sniffles* so cheesey and so sad...and romantic.....please review...or flame...*sniffs*