NOTE: TURNED IT INTO A JOURNAL! WOOHOO! Kuroneko decides to take on a
journal a few days after following Vash. So he's writing about past events.
Is it a girl or boy? Hmmmmmmm.....oh yeah! I DO NOT OWN ANY Characters FROM
TRIGUN! I DO NOT OWN TRIGUN!!! THANK YOU!!!!
Journal: Day 2
I haven't written for a while. We got to ride on a sand steamer that almost caused us our lives. Bandits tried to steal the ship's treasure only to find it locked away without the key. So they decided to blow it up.ugh.imbeciles. They of course put all the people on the ship in danger. I wouldn't mind seeing a great crash like that with thousands of deaths if one of those deaths weren't to be mine! That blond man ended up saving us all. The leader and the Blondie dueled. The blond haired man won of course. That bandit leader was a strange man. It seems he cared about honor and nobility and skill and blah blah blah...in their fights. If I was that gang leader I would've shot that blond man dead in a heart beat. But I suppose I do have him to thank for my life. The blond man ripped his wounds open even though I don't see why that was a cunning idea.
Right now I sit watching the preacher man and another man I have taken a liking to, play chess. It is to my own pleasure to watch as the preacher man's money is taken by him. I don't like that man. He's constantly trying to cheat. We met him after the steamer incident. We got on a bus to take us to May city when the blond man happened to spot him way off in the horizon. Right off the bat I could tell something was off about that man. I would see him staring off into space in deep thought. One could only imagine what he could be dreaming of. For some reason I feel this sense that he's a little uncomfortable around us. It's like he's hiding something. It wasn't long until the trouble appeared that usually follows this humanoid typhoon. During the excitement of the robots or whatever they were I was taking a nap. It didn't interest me. I had no concern in the well being of a little girl. I held no personal feelings towards her. I woke up at daylight. Everyone seemed to be asleep. We finally reached May city. I decided I would prefer exploring the city than hanging around those men. There seemed to be some sort of competition. I watched some of it but became bored. It perhaps would've been a little exciting if it wasn't for that blond man's policy of no killing. A little blood shed makes a fight interesting. After we left May city we joined a Caravan and surprise surprise the preacher man just happened to be there.
Journal: Day 3 of Writing
That blond fellow began talking in his sleep about that brother again after this strange man appeared. He had blue hair with bangs that shaded his glowing yellow eyes. I followed this man but soon lost him as the city was clouded in smoke. I remember hearing a loud bang then screaming. Then wailing. I remember walking around when I saw him. That blond man looked devilish in the moonlight. His eyes sparkled with fury and hatred. I dare not approach him. I would never mess with a man that had the presence of Diablo himself. I'd never seen him that way before. He always seemed to be an idiot....but those eyes...that skill. I've never picked up a gun before. I've never been able too. Cats don't have thumbs. A stupid primate has thumbs but yet the most intelligent species on this planet has but paws. Guns must have power and a lot of it. I've seen man after man fall at the hand of gun. Shot or just corrupted by the ability to kill another so easily. If I had thumbs I would use a gun. I've seen many people cower at the site of a gun. Yes, the gun must have power. I want that power. No, I need that power. That blond man....he could control that power. He could control it well. I think I will harness the power of the "gun" for my world conquest. Of course, I know I will not waver so easily the way man after man has at the weapon's power. I do have a higher IQ after all.
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Day 4:
Corpses...everywhere. I never really knew how bad death smelled. Corpses upon corpses piled up....It seems for the past few days that the stench of innocent blood goes wherever that man goes. Is it because of that man? That man with the glowing yellow eyes. That man! Could he be connected to his brother?
Day 5:
Lights...brilliant lights. Everything engulfed...lights!!!!! It was amazing. The luminous light shot up into the sky...its origin couldn't be. Could it?
Day 6:
Sits on the porch of a nearly destroyed house in August I lost them. That blond man...The last man I remember seeing was the preacher. I don't trust him. I don't see why that blond man trusts him. They all disappeared behind the dust and ruble that is now all that is left of the city of August. I wonder if any of them are alive. I'd have to say I will miss them...Wait a second..nope no I won't miss them.. I was so close there for a minute. I could've had it all. If only I hadn't been so mesmerized by that brilliant shining light. For there he stood the man with the evil grin and glowing yellow eyes. He would've been able to lead me to Knives. Should I give up now? I really don't know. For now I think I'll just rest. It'll just be a little catnap is all. Just a little cat nap...falls into slumber.
Little note: --' I love wolfwood!!!! I know I make kuroneko-sama evil n' all but evil can be neat-o...sometimes!!!! And yes I know I have many grammar mistakes. I am not that good in English. And I forgot if they were going to may city I think they were...BYE!!!
Journal: Day 2
I haven't written for a while. We got to ride on a sand steamer that almost caused us our lives. Bandits tried to steal the ship's treasure only to find it locked away without the key. So they decided to blow it up.ugh.imbeciles. They of course put all the people on the ship in danger. I wouldn't mind seeing a great crash like that with thousands of deaths if one of those deaths weren't to be mine! That blond man ended up saving us all. The leader and the Blondie dueled. The blond haired man won of course. That bandit leader was a strange man. It seems he cared about honor and nobility and skill and blah blah blah...in their fights. If I was that gang leader I would've shot that blond man dead in a heart beat. But I suppose I do have him to thank for my life. The blond man ripped his wounds open even though I don't see why that was a cunning idea.
Right now I sit watching the preacher man and another man I have taken a liking to, play chess. It is to my own pleasure to watch as the preacher man's money is taken by him. I don't like that man. He's constantly trying to cheat. We met him after the steamer incident. We got on a bus to take us to May city when the blond man happened to spot him way off in the horizon. Right off the bat I could tell something was off about that man. I would see him staring off into space in deep thought. One could only imagine what he could be dreaming of. For some reason I feel this sense that he's a little uncomfortable around us. It's like he's hiding something. It wasn't long until the trouble appeared that usually follows this humanoid typhoon. During the excitement of the robots or whatever they were I was taking a nap. It didn't interest me. I had no concern in the well being of a little girl. I held no personal feelings towards her. I woke up at daylight. Everyone seemed to be asleep. We finally reached May city. I decided I would prefer exploring the city than hanging around those men. There seemed to be some sort of competition. I watched some of it but became bored. It perhaps would've been a little exciting if it wasn't for that blond man's policy of no killing. A little blood shed makes a fight interesting. After we left May city we joined a Caravan and surprise surprise the preacher man just happened to be there.
Journal: Day 3 of Writing
That blond fellow began talking in his sleep about that brother again after this strange man appeared. He had blue hair with bangs that shaded his glowing yellow eyes. I followed this man but soon lost him as the city was clouded in smoke. I remember hearing a loud bang then screaming. Then wailing. I remember walking around when I saw him. That blond man looked devilish in the moonlight. His eyes sparkled with fury and hatred. I dare not approach him. I would never mess with a man that had the presence of Diablo himself. I'd never seen him that way before. He always seemed to be an idiot....but those eyes...that skill. I've never picked up a gun before. I've never been able too. Cats don't have thumbs. A stupid primate has thumbs but yet the most intelligent species on this planet has but paws. Guns must have power and a lot of it. I've seen man after man fall at the hand of gun. Shot or just corrupted by the ability to kill another so easily. If I had thumbs I would use a gun. I've seen many people cower at the site of a gun. Yes, the gun must have power. I want that power. No, I need that power. That blond man....he could control that power. He could control it well. I think I will harness the power of the "gun" for my world conquest. Of course, I know I will not waver so easily the way man after man has at the weapon's power. I do have a higher IQ after all.
.
Day 4:
Corpses...everywhere. I never really knew how bad death smelled. Corpses upon corpses piled up....It seems for the past few days that the stench of innocent blood goes wherever that man goes. Is it because of that man? That man with the glowing yellow eyes. That man! Could he be connected to his brother?
Day 5:
Lights...brilliant lights. Everything engulfed...lights!!!!! It was amazing. The luminous light shot up into the sky...its origin couldn't be. Could it?
Day 6:
Sits on the porch of a nearly destroyed house in August I lost them. That blond man...The last man I remember seeing was the preacher. I don't trust him. I don't see why that blond man trusts him. They all disappeared behind the dust and ruble that is now all that is left of the city of August. I wonder if any of them are alive. I'd have to say I will miss them...Wait a second..nope no I won't miss them.. I was so close there for a minute. I could've had it all. If only I hadn't been so mesmerized by that brilliant shining light. For there he stood the man with the evil grin and glowing yellow eyes. He would've been able to lead me to Knives. Should I give up now? I really don't know. For now I think I'll just rest. It'll just be a little catnap is all. Just a little cat nap...falls into slumber.
Little note: --' I love wolfwood!!!! I know I make kuroneko-sama evil n' all but evil can be neat-o...sometimes!!!! And yes I know I have many grammar mistakes. I am not that good in English. And I forgot if they were going to may city I think they were...BYE!!!