Updated! AGAIN! I'm like butta, I'm on a roll!!
*duh-dum CH*
Kind of a sad chapter, switches again, except not on people's POV's. Its more like....the scenes switch, from Vash to Andrea, to her father, visa versa. The last chapter, unless reviewers say otherwise. Kind of a cliffhanger, but that's like the Trigun series, right? Mmmm compliment....
Reminder: "Matthew" is Andrea's "father", from the beginning of the story. Oh yeah and this song that Andrea sings is part of a poem I've written. Just tellin ya! ^^;
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Chapter Eight: Headed Towards Nowhere
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"Soooo...here we go again far away from home. Nowhere else to go but despair. Haven't a clue to my path, great sorrow lies ahead; I know...." Andrea's boots made temporary footprints in the sand. The rough winds quickly washed them away like water. Andrea headed towards nothing, and saw not to where she herself belonged within the world. The girl was compelled to walk, to nowhere maybe, but at least it was something to do. Her whole state of mind was restless.
"Maaaaaybe I'll find a way; find a way to deceive the Fortune's Wheel, spinning against my existence. The only thing I wish to do is hope and wait, wait for dawn to come."
She stopped at various towns to get food and shelter during a typhoon or just for extra rest. This continued on for a long, long time.
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Vash sighed and packed his few belongings into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder.
The soft breeze ruffled his coat making the only sound for many iles. He slowly exited the ruins of New July, abandoned after much excavation work had been done to recover people's special belongings that were left and to find those buried alive.
Vash headed towards where he thought Andrea had gone, wondering to himself why he was trying to follow her. That girl wore a mask, like him, but she was so unlike all the other humans he'd met. A special person like that couldn't be forsaken, it was almost a crime in the Typhoon's eyes.
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Matthew set his papers on his desk, picked them up again and straightened them out, again putting them in a pile on his desk. He lay his head in his hands, leaning on his elbows, and sighed. He spoke to a man sitting in front of him in a wooden chair, who was looking at Matthew thoughtfully.
"I haven't heard from her in almost a year."
"I'm sorry."
"Its hard. I have to let go, but not knowing whether she's dead or alive eats my concience up like the Stampede on donuts."
"You think she was....killed...in the process of tracking him down?"
"No. Her last letter told me she would start her own life in New July, so she gave up looking for him, and I knew it was her time to leave home and set up shop for her own future. I got a card back saying she had gotten the letter but nothing else, probably she was very busy..."
"Matthew....did you hear the news on the sattilite?"
".....Yes. It happened again, on the cursed grounds of July City, New July was destroyed. Some say it was Vash. I hate to think that she got buried alive or hit on the head with debris, and even if she was dead at least I would know she was gone from this living hell."
The man stood up, picking up his own papers from his desk and putting them under his arm.
"I....I'd better go."
"...I'll see you next week then. And Andrew?"
"...yes?"
"I'm sorry for you too. I know you liked her alot. If...if you two had had the chance, I would have approved...just to let you know."
".....Thank you sir. Good-bye."
"Farewell."
Andrew left Matt's office and shut the door. It was a dark sunset, and the ceiling fan circled its usual path. There was the quiet, heavy silence that seems to scream loudly through our hearts, and now it rang through the room.
Matthew shuffled through a different stack of papers and put on his glasses, picked up a pen, and began to write to ease his greif and worry.
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THE END. Unless reviewers say so! Thanks for your time. ^-^
~*Lady Bluesummers*~
*duh-dum CH*
Kind of a sad chapter, switches again, except not on people's POV's. Its more like....the scenes switch, from Vash to Andrea, to her father, visa versa. The last chapter, unless reviewers say otherwise. Kind of a cliffhanger, but that's like the Trigun series, right? Mmmm compliment....
Reminder: "Matthew" is Andrea's "father", from the beginning of the story. Oh yeah and this song that Andrea sings is part of a poem I've written. Just tellin ya! ^^;
*****
Chapter Eight: Headed Towards Nowhere
***
"Soooo...here we go again far away from home. Nowhere else to go but despair. Haven't a clue to my path, great sorrow lies ahead; I know...." Andrea's boots made temporary footprints in the sand. The rough winds quickly washed them away like water. Andrea headed towards nothing, and saw not to where she herself belonged within the world. The girl was compelled to walk, to nowhere maybe, but at least it was something to do. Her whole state of mind was restless.
"Maaaaaybe I'll find a way; find a way to deceive the Fortune's Wheel, spinning against my existence. The only thing I wish to do is hope and wait, wait for dawn to come."
She stopped at various towns to get food and shelter during a typhoon or just for extra rest. This continued on for a long, long time.
*********************************************
Vash sighed and packed his few belongings into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder.
The soft breeze ruffled his coat making the only sound for many iles. He slowly exited the ruins of New July, abandoned after much excavation work had been done to recover people's special belongings that were left and to find those buried alive.
Vash headed towards where he thought Andrea had gone, wondering to himself why he was trying to follow her. That girl wore a mask, like him, but she was so unlike all the other humans he'd met. A special person like that couldn't be forsaken, it was almost a crime in the Typhoon's eyes.
*************************************************
Matthew set his papers on his desk, picked them up again and straightened them out, again putting them in a pile on his desk. He lay his head in his hands, leaning on his elbows, and sighed. He spoke to a man sitting in front of him in a wooden chair, who was looking at Matthew thoughtfully.
"I haven't heard from her in almost a year."
"I'm sorry."
"Its hard. I have to let go, but not knowing whether she's dead or alive eats my concience up like the Stampede on donuts."
"You think she was....killed...in the process of tracking him down?"
"No. Her last letter told me she would start her own life in New July, so she gave up looking for him, and I knew it was her time to leave home and set up shop for her own future. I got a card back saying she had gotten the letter but nothing else, probably she was very busy..."
"Matthew....did you hear the news on the sattilite?"
".....Yes. It happened again, on the cursed grounds of July City, New July was destroyed. Some say it was Vash. I hate to think that she got buried alive or hit on the head with debris, and even if she was dead at least I would know she was gone from this living hell."
The man stood up, picking up his own papers from his desk and putting them under his arm.
"I....I'd better go."
"...I'll see you next week then. And Andrew?"
"...yes?"
"I'm sorry for you too. I know you liked her alot. If...if you two had had the chance, I would have approved...just to let you know."
".....Thank you sir. Good-bye."
"Farewell."
Andrew left Matt's office and shut the door. It was a dark sunset, and the ceiling fan circled its usual path. There was the quiet, heavy silence that seems to scream loudly through our hearts, and now it rang through the room.
Matthew shuffled through a different stack of papers and put on his glasses, picked up a pen, and began to write to ease his greif and worry.
**************************************************
THE END. Unless reviewers say so! Thanks for your time. ^-^
~*Lady Bluesummers*~