In this time and place; there is no time to neither dream, nor imagine.
The paths are already chosen for you, and there are no choices left.
...But what happens when your path is blocked?
Should you follow your heart?
Perhaps it was the sun's glare that awoke him from his slumber.
He shifted himself away from the window so that the rays wouldn't blind him, and rested his hand onto a mound of wrinkled sheets. It felt cool and relaxing, and he grinned at the small comfort. It seemed far too pleasant to move even an inch from his current position, and laziness spread through his body like wildfire. However, there was a lack of a certain subject, and he matted his arm around, searching for the missing girl.
He opened his eyes, and discovered that she was gone.
Propping himself against the cold wall, he rubbed his eyes to be fully awake, and shifted his view around the plain room. It was practically empty; except for a small table, the bed, and his cross, which leaned against the blank wall. It seemed so much like home, except an occasional crucifix and fresh set of flowers would be needed in order to satisfy the room.
"M-Millie...?"
A friendly face appeared in the doorway, fully dressed in an unknown set of pajamas. Dear God, how many things does she have under that coat she wears constantly? He would've laughed at his imagination if it wasn't for a sudden yawn that made his face stretch. It amazed him how awake she could be, especially at this hour. He could really use some coffee right about now...
"G'morning Mr. Wolfwood! Did you-"
"Hun', please tell me, what time is it?"
You could tell by her face that she was trying not to explode in laughter, and her cheeks reddened at the sound of the word, 'hun'.
"...Well, it should be around seven or eight...why do you ask? Time should be irrelevant today..."
She danced back into the small kitchen with a huge smile on her face, while humming a soft and joyous tune. She could be so strange sometimes...and a constant reminder of what happiness really was. He couldn't help but to let a smile emerge on his face.
His train of thought was interrupted when a mug of coffee was held out in front of him by a long set of fingers. The face that owned them had put on her best smile, fully unaware of the swirling mass of thought in his head, while certain something, perhaps horrible, rose to the surface.
...He knew he couldn't stay here.
The awful, and sickest of truths had shown itself: He knew that man would come back. Not only for Vash, but for him as well. He didn't want this sort of life; it was to damn wrong...not that he had a choice, anyway. One could say he was doing it for the children, others would claim he was a heartless murderer. One contradicted the other, and he was once again slightly confused with the idea.
Even though his facial expression didn't change, Millie's smile suddenly faded, and a concerned face appeared. Something was wrong, and she could tell, just by looking into his eyes. She crouched down to be at the same eye level, and brushed strands of his raven black hair from his eyes, only to reveal a sudden downpour of tears. Oh crap, why now...?
"Mr. Priest, please tell me what's wrong."
He wouldn't start this again; it was too much to bear the last time it started. He tried his hardest to fight back the tears, but it couldn't be helped. If certain people knew what kinds of emotions he was shedding in this room,
"I can't..."
"What is it...? You can tell me anything: I'm here to
listen..."
"I can't...can't stay here...for much longer."
A puzzled expression appeared on the girl's face, and her eyes refused to stop staring deeply into the mass of emotions shining through his eyes. She was worried: It wasn't very often he showed this much of what was on the inside.
If he talked, she would listen.
If he needed help, she would pull him through.
If he needed comfort, she would give him love.
"Why...where...how? Tell me Nicholas, I want to help!"
Her face was distressed by now, and she felt so terribly helpless. He looked straight at her, and his eyes narrowed.
"...Millie, answer me this: How would you feel if you lost someone
you loved?"
"I...I..."
He moved even closer to her face, and waited for her reply.
"...I don't know."
He expression softened, and his lips curled into a comforting smile. He though long and hard about what he was about to say, and spoke when it was finally decided.
"If it were me, I don't think I could live with myself. However...I think you very well knew what you would do. You'd keep on livin', 'cause you're a strong girl. A lot stronger than I'll every be..."
It was obvious that he was full of sorrow, and that he wanted to stay forever.
"...That's why I want you to promise me something."
The girl listened intensively, and bit her lower lip from anxiety.
"...I want you stay here, until I come back. And if I don't...I want
you to forget everything. My exsistance, my-"
Millie abruptly rose from her crouching position.
"Nicholas D. Wolfwood! How dare you say those things?! You think forgetting everything will help? The truth hurts, but it's better than knowing nothing!"
She wanted to be angry with him, and tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. The last time she was this angry was when Vash shot those two children...
His eyes widened in shock: Why were her words exploding with truth? He felt so dumb in her presence, and he couldn't look her straight into the eyes anymore. Had his entire life been a lie? No, it hadn't...he had something to live for now.
"...I'll stay, but promise me you'll come back. A-a-and even if
you don't..."
A sudden cold object hung itself around her neck.
"It's been nice hun', but duty calls...I'll see you soon."
He kissed her forehead one last time, slid on his top garments, picked up his gun, and walked towards the door. Although, he stopped for a moment, and turned around to speak once more.
"...Even if I won't be here, physically..."
Her eyes shined, but she prevented them from overflowing.
"...I'll always be right beside you..."
She brushed her hands against the metal object that was given to her.
"...Now and forever..."
She gripped the chain, and squeezed it until her hands went numb.
"...Within that cross."
She let the chain go, and the cross fell right between her breasts.
He forced one last smile, and the door closed with a click.
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Hello, and thank you for reading chapter two of my fanfic, 'Sequence'. Erm...my apologies for it being so spaced out, but I was forced to do so, due to that fact that each paragraph had a different topic...^^;; Is this the end of 'Sequence'? Probably not. I may choose to write more if I have the time, which should be sometime within the next two weeks. I really do want this to be a fairly long fanfic, so if it does, I'll give you guys lots more WxM fluff, plus some occasional MxV fluff. Muah haha ha- *ish shot* Erm, and my apologies for the characters losing some of their character...I TRIED! I really did..._ I love you guys. I love you all. =3 Thanks for the kind reviews: it means a lot. =D
P.s.: If anyone wants to tell me how to get italics and/or bold font, feel free to tell me. ^^; P.s.s.: Make sure to review; it makes me happy. XD
The paths are already chosen for you, and there are no choices left.
...But what happens when your path is blocked?
Should you follow your heart?
Perhaps it was the sun's glare that awoke him from his slumber.
He shifted himself away from the window so that the rays wouldn't blind him, and rested his hand onto a mound of wrinkled sheets. It felt cool and relaxing, and he grinned at the small comfort. It seemed far too pleasant to move even an inch from his current position, and laziness spread through his body like wildfire. However, there was a lack of a certain subject, and he matted his arm around, searching for the missing girl.
He opened his eyes, and discovered that she was gone.
Propping himself against the cold wall, he rubbed his eyes to be fully awake, and shifted his view around the plain room. It was practically empty; except for a small table, the bed, and his cross, which leaned against the blank wall. It seemed so much like home, except an occasional crucifix and fresh set of flowers would be needed in order to satisfy the room.
"M-Millie...?"
A friendly face appeared in the doorway, fully dressed in an unknown set of pajamas. Dear God, how many things does she have under that coat she wears constantly? He would've laughed at his imagination if it wasn't for a sudden yawn that made his face stretch. It amazed him how awake she could be, especially at this hour. He could really use some coffee right about now...
"G'morning Mr. Wolfwood! Did you-"
"Hun', please tell me, what time is it?"
You could tell by her face that she was trying not to explode in laughter, and her cheeks reddened at the sound of the word, 'hun'.
"...Well, it should be around seven or eight...why do you ask? Time should be irrelevant today..."
She danced back into the small kitchen with a huge smile on her face, while humming a soft and joyous tune. She could be so strange sometimes...and a constant reminder of what happiness really was. He couldn't help but to let a smile emerge on his face.
His train of thought was interrupted when a mug of coffee was held out in front of him by a long set of fingers. The face that owned them had put on her best smile, fully unaware of the swirling mass of thought in his head, while certain something, perhaps horrible, rose to the surface.
...He knew he couldn't stay here.
The awful, and sickest of truths had shown itself: He knew that man would come back. Not only for Vash, but for him as well. He didn't want this sort of life; it was to damn wrong...not that he had a choice, anyway. One could say he was doing it for the children, others would claim he was a heartless murderer. One contradicted the other, and he was once again slightly confused with the idea.
Even though his facial expression didn't change, Millie's smile suddenly faded, and a concerned face appeared. Something was wrong, and she could tell, just by looking into his eyes. She crouched down to be at the same eye level, and brushed strands of his raven black hair from his eyes, only to reveal a sudden downpour of tears. Oh crap, why now...?
"Mr. Priest, please tell me what's wrong."
He wouldn't start this again; it was too much to bear the last time it started. He tried his hardest to fight back the tears, but it couldn't be helped. If certain people knew what kinds of emotions he was shedding in this room,
"I can't..."
"What is it...? You can tell me anything: I'm here to
listen..."
"I can't...can't stay here...for much longer."
A puzzled expression appeared on the girl's face, and her eyes refused to stop staring deeply into the mass of emotions shining through his eyes. She was worried: It wasn't very often he showed this much of what was on the inside.
If he talked, she would listen.
If he needed help, she would pull him through.
If he needed comfort, she would give him love.
"Why...where...how? Tell me Nicholas, I want to help!"
Her face was distressed by now, and she felt so terribly helpless. He looked straight at her, and his eyes narrowed.
"...Millie, answer me this: How would you feel if you lost someone
you loved?"
"I...I..."
He moved even closer to her face, and waited for her reply.
"...I don't know."
He expression softened, and his lips curled into a comforting smile. He though long and hard about what he was about to say, and spoke when it was finally decided.
"If it were me, I don't think I could live with myself. However...I think you very well knew what you would do. You'd keep on livin', 'cause you're a strong girl. A lot stronger than I'll every be..."
It was obvious that he was full of sorrow, and that he wanted to stay forever.
"...That's why I want you to promise me something."
The girl listened intensively, and bit her lower lip from anxiety.
"...I want you stay here, until I come back. And if I don't...I want
you to forget everything. My exsistance, my-"
Millie abruptly rose from her crouching position.
"Nicholas D. Wolfwood! How dare you say those things?! You think forgetting everything will help? The truth hurts, but it's better than knowing nothing!"
She wanted to be angry with him, and tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. The last time she was this angry was when Vash shot those two children...
His eyes widened in shock: Why were her words exploding with truth? He felt so dumb in her presence, and he couldn't look her straight into the eyes anymore. Had his entire life been a lie? No, it hadn't...he had something to live for now.
"...I'll stay, but promise me you'll come back. A-a-and even if
you don't..."
A sudden cold object hung itself around her neck.
"It's been nice hun', but duty calls...I'll see you soon."
He kissed her forehead one last time, slid on his top garments, picked up his gun, and walked towards the door. Although, he stopped for a moment, and turned around to speak once more.
"...Even if I won't be here, physically..."
Her eyes shined, but she prevented them from overflowing.
"...I'll always be right beside you..."
She brushed her hands against the metal object that was given to her.
"...Now and forever..."
She gripped the chain, and squeezed it until her hands went numb.
"...Within that cross."
She let the chain go, and the cross fell right between her breasts.
He forced one last smile, and the door closed with a click.
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Hello, and thank you for reading chapter two of my fanfic, 'Sequence'. Erm...my apologies for it being so spaced out, but I was forced to do so, due to that fact that each paragraph had a different topic...^^;; Is this the end of 'Sequence'? Probably not. I may choose to write more if I have the time, which should be sometime within the next two weeks. I really do want this to be a fairly long fanfic, so if it does, I'll give you guys lots more WxM fluff, plus some occasional MxV fluff. Muah haha ha- *ish shot* Erm, and my apologies for the characters losing some of their character...I TRIED! I really did..._ I love you guys. I love you all. =3 Thanks for the kind reviews: it means a lot. =D
P.s.: If anyone wants to tell me how to get italics and/or bold font, feel free to tell me. ^^; P.s.s.: Make sure to review; it makes me happy. XD