Introduction
My Accursed Face
"This haunted face holds no horrors for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies."
-Christine Daa
Phantom of The Opera
His name was Caine. He wondered the desert of this damned planet as he did since as long as he could remember. His hat tipped to shade his eyes from the suns on this unusually hot day. He had not eaten in days and he was delusional from his lack of water. His long brown cloak kept most of the heat from him, but it only seemed like a weight on his shoulders today. But luckily fortune smiled on his as a small town happened across his eyes. His eyes, the only thing that meant anything to him in the horrible existence he was forced to live. They were perfect, in a word and they had saved his eyes more than once. As they had this day, the town was there, and his perfect eyes had found it.
As he staggered into the town the first person that happened across him was a small girl wearing a tattered brown dress, she was chasing a ball when she saw him. He looked down at her and she suddenly paused, the little girl held up on trembling finger and screamed. "Monster!" She cried running behind a near by barrel. The people started to look in his direction so he pulled his hat down and looked at his feet to conceal his face as much as possible. He sped up his pace and made his way to the near by tavern.
"HEEEEELLLLLOOOOO!!!!!!" Yelled a man in a red trench coat, as he latched onto Caine. "Come on drink up, it on the house!" Yelled the man in the trench coat with booze on his breath. Caine pushed the man off and took a seat at the bar.
"What'll it be?" The barkeep asked. Caine not looking up pointed to a bottle and speechlessly pulled out him wallet.
"Hey there, what's you're name?" Asked the man in the red coat sitting next to Caine. He ignored the man and paid for his drink, but the man was persistent. "You know it's rude to wear your hat inside! Take it off!" He shouted yanking the hat off of Caine's head. In that same second Caine clamped his hands over his face, hiding as much as he could.
"NO!" Caine cried in a ragged deep voice, almost like a demon's. Everyone in the bar looked to him as his hands slowly dropped and all gasped at the sight. His lips were completely go revealing his long sharp teeth and his gums, His forehead was lined with stitches all the way across and ran down along the right side of his face. He carried no skin along the entire left cheek of his face, showing his muscles and blood pulsing through his flesh. Caine ran from the bar as the people threw their drinks at his, and as the man in the red coat watched still holding Caine's hat.
Caine ran back into the sun his cloak stained with liquor of different colors. "That man," Caine thought as he staggered on regretting he didn't grab his drink on the way out. "Why couldn't he have left me be?" Caine lowered his head and reached down to his belt and reached for his revolver.
"Hey, you!" A voice called from behind him. "You forgot your hat!" It was the man in the red coat. Caine slowly turned and brought his gun up aiming for the man.
"You! Vash the Stampede!" Caine said with a burning hatred in his eyes.
"Well…um…yeah…no, I'm Jon…Jon Arbuckle!" The man deigned, rather badly.
"Any fool with eyes can see you're the Humanoid Typhoon, why do you torment me so? Wasn't it enough to reveal me face? Why shouldn't I shoot you were you stand now?" Caine growled holding his gun with an unnerving steadiness. Vash stood quietly his hands in the air one of which held Caine's hat.
"I'm sorry," Vash spoke in his deep serious voice. "Is there anything I can do?"
"You can die!" Caine said easing back the hammer.
"Are there any other options?" Vash asked smiling, but crying inside.
"…" Caine couldn't think of anything else to say, "He'd never held a conversation with anyone for so long, not without them turning away in disgust for his hideous face. "My hat, give it to me." Vash tossed the hat to the man and as Caine caught it and put it on, tears began to flow from his face.
"Who are you?" Vash asked slowly approaching the sobbing man. Caine stopped and his eyes opened wide, unsure what to say he only said his name.
"Caine…"
"Now was that so hard? I'm Vash, but hey, you knew that already."
"What do you want?" Caine asked.
"Well, nothing but you seem like the kinda person who needs a friend. So you wanna drink? It's on me! " Vash offered. Caine tipped his hat down, shook his head, and turned his back to Vash.
"Vash!" Caine shouted holding up his pistol, "One day I will use this gun to kill one of us." Vash lowered his head, feeling deeply sorry for the poor man. "But until then, I'll take you up on your offer how about a drink? But not in this town, somewhere else."
"Really!?" Vash answered in his big stupid ,I'm a simple dumbass voice. Caine nodded and they were off traveling the sand dunes almost as if they were friends.
Author's note: Hey there everyone, I'm taking a break from my normal stories and writing a Trigun fic. I'm still a newbie to Trigun so if there're any corrections or little details I'm missing then please tell me, I'm still eager to learn. And just F.Y.I. I think Caine kicks so much ass, but didn't get nearly enough recognition! He wasn't even in the Manga! So this is his side-story. Read, review and I'll up date bi-weekly. And I'll make the chapters longer too, this was just the intro mind you.
Krimson