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Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Trigun.
Chapter 6.
Back at the house, Milly was scarfing down as much pudding as she could. "Are all humans pigs?" Knives thought out loud.
Milly giggled, not taking the rude comment as an insult. Meryl sighed. "Not all of us, but it seems your 'plant' brother is one himself, wouldn't you agree?"
"Unfortunately," he could hardly believe he was having a conversation with
this lame girl, much less agreeing with her!
Vash lay in bed with some ice on his head. He woke up to the sounds of Milly's laughter. Where was he now? First he was...well, he didn't remember that part. Then, he was blind and in the desert and now he could see perfectly and was in someone's house. His own, perhaps, but he wasn't sure. Had he always been blind, or was that a one shot thing?
I'm so confused, I don't know right from wrong! He yelled in his head. He started to shiver because of the ice. He took it off and thrust it across the room. He sat up and flung the sheets off of him. It was a relief to see he was still wearing his familiar black leather clothes.
A short woman appeared in the doorway followed by the man who claimed to be his twin brother--Knives. "Vash, are you okay? We heard a loud noise, so we came upstairs to check up on you." The lady explained. Vash looked past her to see that his door stood right in front of a staircase.
"He's fine and probably all healed up by now." Knives said. He knew how fast they heal--faster than any human.
"Who are you?" Vash directed the question towards the female.
"It's me, Meryl. Oh, right, you don't remember, do you?" Disappointment spread across her face.
Vash glared at her. "I'm supposed to know you, then?"
Meryl looked shocked. It was a rare occasion that he looked at her like that. She couldn't even remember the last time. "Well, yes," she said, not really sure how to answer that. Then she became indignant. "Of course! Not only me, but Milly too. We've known each other for a long time now."
Vash studied her for a second and looked to Knives like he had the last say in the matter. He closed his eyes. "If I were you, Vash, I would just forget them...as a matter of fact, I've got somewhere I want to take you."
Meryl understood the look on his face. She wasn't completely oblivious to what he could do. He obviously had something planned for him and Vash to do. It wouldn't be anything good though. "Don't go with him! All he wants is harm and destruction. You're against that though. Love and peace; you must remember!"
"Enough!" Knives demanded. "I've had as much as I could stand of your ignorant speech."
She took two steps back for every step he took towards her. Her last step landed her on the top edge of the stairs and she wavered back and forth so she wouldn't fall. Vash noticed she could not reach either of the railings so he jumped forward, knowing Knives wouldn't touch her, and grabbed her neck collar.
"Please don't listen to him, Vash, he'll get you into more trouble than you are."
He arched an eyebrow and stared into her dark blue eyes as if searching for something. "Why should I listen to you, huh? You're not my mother." He looked her over, while still keeping her steady on the stairs' edge. "Are you my sister? No, you don't look a thing like him, so that means you look nothing like me."
"No, I'm not your sister." She confirmed, getting tired of her current position.
He wore a confused expression. "What then? Are you my wife?" He thought for a moment. That would make plenty of sense. The girl was pretty, but why didn't Knives like her?
Meryl's cheeks turned beet red and she looked at the ground and sighed. "N-no, I'm not," she answered softly.
Knives scooted past them shaking his head. "Hurry up, brother, we don't have all day! How can you stand her? She would have survived the fall down..."
Vash watched him go and finally put Meryl square on the ground. "Wait for me!" He called.
Click, click-clack, click-click. The sounds of Meryl's typewriter filled the room as she went away at it furiously to finish her work. Milly just finished doing the dishes and decided to reward herself with a treat-- vanilla pudding. She reached up for some and stopped when she noticed something was missing.
"Hey, Meryl,"
"Can it wait, Milly? I'm in the middle of something and I'm almost done..."
"Okay, I guess it can, but I thought I'd let you know I can't find my weapons. Go ahead and finish up; we can search for them later."
The typing stopped and it was deadly silent in the room. Meryl took a few deep breaths before asking, "What did you say?"
Milly entered the room. "I always keep my weapons beside my pudding stash and just now I went to get some pudding and they weren't there. Should I go out to buy new ones?"
Meryl flinched. "No, that isn't necessary. Where are the boys?" She tried to keep her voice calm.
She grinned. "They're still out together. I never thought we'd see the day they would be bonding together like this, but it goes to show you anything can happen."
As soon as she finished the sentence, the door flung open--they actually had to fix it when Knives came the first time--and the two entered. They each held a brown paper bag and Meryl immediately saw Vash's old sunglasses. Milly grabbed a bag from Vash and began to empty the contents.
"Have either one of you come across a couple of guns in the cabinet lately?" She asked innocently.
Meryl groaned. "You aren't supposed to let them know we have weapons!"
Knives stuck his nose in the air. "Even if I saw them I wouldn't touch them. I have no use for your puny guns. How degrading to even think we had them!"
"Why would you need them anyway?" Vash pondered out loud.
"Trust me, we just do." Meryl assured.
Milly finished with the last one and saw the receipt at the bottom. It reminded her of the letter from her sister. "Mr. Knives--"
"Stop calling me that!"
"Ok, Mr. Knives, but can I have my letter now? We kept Vash here, so will you give it to me?" Her eyes pleaded with his and he grinned mischievously.
"Hm...no." He turned to go.
The poor girl looked crushed. "Why not? That letter is really important to me. I barely ever get to talk to my family." She grabbed hold of his right arm again and clung to it. "If you hadn't seen Vash in many years, wouldn't you do anything to hear from him again just to make sure he was okay?"
Knives broke his gaze from her and shook her off. He did think about it. He thought back to when they were little and when he had to take care of his brother. Times had flipped and now he made a point to hire people to make his brother's life miserable. It had been fun, actually; it made him smile.
He finally answered her question. "No,"
Vash stared in disbelief at the man who walked away. Did his brother hate him? It didn't make any sense to him! Back at the store he acted like he really wanted to hang around with me. In fact, he couldn't wait to go. What did I do to make him resent me so much?
He sat down at the table across from the short girl. What was her name again? If it were so important, he probably would have remembered it. She glanced up at him. "You got your shades back I see."
"Yeah," he muttered. That was what was missing from his face.
"Don't worry about Knives, Vash. I think he's always been like this. I've been with you for a while and I know some of the stuff he's done to you. It will all make sense once your memory comes back."
"If my memory comes back." He corrected.
"It will, just give it some time. I really wish I knew what happened to you. After you went to fight--"
Knives was listening to their conversation and didn't like where it was going. "Hey, I know where the letter is, but I don't have it." He interrupted loudly.
Milly jumped at that. "Where, where?"
"Vash has it,"
"Mr. Vash, will you give me my letter?" She could hardly contain herself.
"I don't remember any letter..." he searched his clothes and produced a crumpled dusty white envelope with her name on it.
"That's it!" Milly cried, jumping up and down and holding out her hand.
Vash concentrated on something. "Is... is your sister's name Whitney?"
Knives' head shot up and then he looked away. If he ever found out that someone else besides some members of the Gung-ho-guns had anything to do with his memory loss, he would kill them! Knives only liked to see him vulnerable around him and him only!
"No, Whitney isn't my sister, she's my niece. She's Big Big Sis's daughter."
He nodded. "That would explain why she reminded me of you."
Meryl cocked her head in hope. "Then you're starting to remember?"
Vash smiled and gave a short laugh. "Yeah, I guess I am...at least a little." It was painful for him to think back. He had to hold his head even now because of the pain of remembrance.
"Are you okay?" Meryl asked in a concerned tone.
"I...I'll be fine. My head hurts and it's been a long day. I think I will head upstairs now." He got up and handed the letter to Milly, who tore it open expectantly.
He walked toward the staircase, but stopped as he reached Knives. He held a still and unwavering gaze. Vash clenched his jaw and brushed past him, letting him know he was upset about what had been said. Knives scowled after he had gone and went into another room.
"Those two really make me wonder if we'll be safe in the same house together." Meryl said shaking her head.
"Meryl, look!" Milly cried. "At the end, she says she met Mr. Vash. She saw him in church with someone who looked just like him, but looked really sick. That probably was Mr. Knives, don't you think?"
Meryl gave a distracted nod. This would definitely be a long week.
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Okay, I know that if Milly's guns went missing then you would be able to tell who had them because they are extremely large! However, I wrote this and a couple of upcoming chapters before I saw the show. Eh, you'll just hafta' use your imagination.
And I am not even sure of Milly's family, so I wrote according to what I've read in others' stories.
Well, now. We have come to the part where you need to review. Please, go ahead: every comment welcome. End A.N.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Trigun.
Chapter 6.
Back at the house, Milly was scarfing down as much pudding as she could. "Are all humans pigs?" Knives thought out loud.
Milly giggled, not taking the rude comment as an insult. Meryl sighed. "Not all of us, but it seems your 'plant' brother is one himself, wouldn't you agree?"
"Unfortunately," he could hardly believe he was having a conversation with
this lame girl, much less agreeing with her!
Vash lay in bed with some ice on his head. He woke up to the sounds of Milly's laughter. Where was he now? First he was...well, he didn't remember that part. Then, he was blind and in the desert and now he could see perfectly and was in someone's house. His own, perhaps, but he wasn't sure. Had he always been blind, or was that a one shot thing?
I'm so confused, I don't know right from wrong! He yelled in his head. He started to shiver because of the ice. He took it off and thrust it across the room. He sat up and flung the sheets off of him. It was a relief to see he was still wearing his familiar black leather clothes.
A short woman appeared in the doorway followed by the man who claimed to be his twin brother--Knives. "Vash, are you okay? We heard a loud noise, so we came upstairs to check up on you." The lady explained. Vash looked past her to see that his door stood right in front of a staircase.
"He's fine and probably all healed up by now." Knives said. He knew how fast they heal--faster than any human.
"Who are you?" Vash directed the question towards the female.
"It's me, Meryl. Oh, right, you don't remember, do you?" Disappointment spread across her face.
Vash glared at her. "I'm supposed to know you, then?"
Meryl looked shocked. It was a rare occasion that he looked at her like that. She couldn't even remember the last time. "Well, yes," she said, not really sure how to answer that. Then she became indignant. "Of course! Not only me, but Milly too. We've known each other for a long time now."
Vash studied her for a second and looked to Knives like he had the last say in the matter. He closed his eyes. "If I were you, Vash, I would just forget them...as a matter of fact, I've got somewhere I want to take you."
Meryl understood the look on his face. She wasn't completely oblivious to what he could do. He obviously had something planned for him and Vash to do. It wouldn't be anything good though. "Don't go with him! All he wants is harm and destruction. You're against that though. Love and peace; you must remember!"
"Enough!" Knives demanded. "I've had as much as I could stand of your ignorant speech."
She took two steps back for every step he took towards her. Her last step landed her on the top edge of the stairs and she wavered back and forth so she wouldn't fall. Vash noticed she could not reach either of the railings so he jumped forward, knowing Knives wouldn't touch her, and grabbed her neck collar.
"Please don't listen to him, Vash, he'll get you into more trouble than you are."
He arched an eyebrow and stared into her dark blue eyes as if searching for something. "Why should I listen to you, huh? You're not my mother." He looked her over, while still keeping her steady on the stairs' edge. "Are you my sister? No, you don't look a thing like him, so that means you look nothing like me."
"No, I'm not your sister." She confirmed, getting tired of her current position.
He wore a confused expression. "What then? Are you my wife?" He thought for a moment. That would make plenty of sense. The girl was pretty, but why didn't Knives like her?
Meryl's cheeks turned beet red and she looked at the ground and sighed. "N-no, I'm not," she answered softly.
Knives scooted past them shaking his head. "Hurry up, brother, we don't have all day! How can you stand her? She would have survived the fall down..."
Vash watched him go and finally put Meryl square on the ground. "Wait for me!" He called.
Click, click-clack, click-click. The sounds of Meryl's typewriter filled the room as she went away at it furiously to finish her work. Milly just finished doing the dishes and decided to reward herself with a treat-- vanilla pudding. She reached up for some and stopped when she noticed something was missing.
"Hey, Meryl,"
"Can it wait, Milly? I'm in the middle of something and I'm almost done..."
"Okay, I guess it can, but I thought I'd let you know I can't find my weapons. Go ahead and finish up; we can search for them later."
The typing stopped and it was deadly silent in the room. Meryl took a few deep breaths before asking, "What did you say?"
Milly entered the room. "I always keep my weapons beside my pudding stash and just now I went to get some pudding and they weren't there. Should I go out to buy new ones?"
Meryl flinched. "No, that isn't necessary. Where are the boys?" She tried to keep her voice calm.
She grinned. "They're still out together. I never thought we'd see the day they would be bonding together like this, but it goes to show you anything can happen."
As soon as she finished the sentence, the door flung open--they actually had to fix it when Knives came the first time--and the two entered. They each held a brown paper bag and Meryl immediately saw Vash's old sunglasses. Milly grabbed a bag from Vash and began to empty the contents.
"Have either one of you come across a couple of guns in the cabinet lately?" She asked innocently.
Meryl groaned. "You aren't supposed to let them know we have weapons!"
Knives stuck his nose in the air. "Even if I saw them I wouldn't touch them. I have no use for your puny guns. How degrading to even think we had them!"
"Why would you need them anyway?" Vash pondered out loud.
"Trust me, we just do." Meryl assured.
Milly finished with the last one and saw the receipt at the bottom. It reminded her of the letter from her sister. "Mr. Knives--"
"Stop calling me that!"
"Ok, Mr. Knives, but can I have my letter now? We kept Vash here, so will you give it to me?" Her eyes pleaded with his and he grinned mischievously.
"Hm...no." He turned to go.
The poor girl looked crushed. "Why not? That letter is really important to me. I barely ever get to talk to my family." She grabbed hold of his right arm again and clung to it. "If you hadn't seen Vash in many years, wouldn't you do anything to hear from him again just to make sure he was okay?"
Knives broke his gaze from her and shook her off. He did think about it. He thought back to when they were little and when he had to take care of his brother. Times had flipped and now he made a point to hire people to make his brother's life miserable. It had been fun, actually; it made him smile.
He finally answered her question. "No,"
Vash stared in disbelief at the man who walked away. Did his brother hate him? It didn't make any sense to him! Back at the store he acted like he really wanted to hang around with me. In fact, he couldn't wait to go. What did I do to make him resent me so much?
He sat down at the table across from the short girl. What was her name again? If it were so important, he probably would have remembered it. She glanced up at him. "You got your shades back I see."
"Yeah," he muttered. That was what was missing from his face.
"Don't worry about Knives, Vash. I think he's always been like this. I've been with you for a while and I know some of the stuff he's done to you. It will all make sense once your memory comes back."
"If my memory comes back." He corrected.
"It will, just give it some time. I really wish I knew what happened to you. After you went to fight--"
Knives was listening to their conversation and didn't like where it was going. "Hey, I know where the letter is, but I don't have it." He interrupted loudly.
Milly jumped at that. "Where, where?"
"Vash has it,"
"Mr. Vash, will you give me my letter?" She could hardly contain herself.
"I don't remember any letter..." he searched his clothes and produced a crumpled dusty white envelope with her name on it.
"That's it!" Milly cried, jumping up and down and holding out her hand.
Vash concentrated on something. "Is... is your sister's name Whitney?"
Knives' head shot up and then he looked away. If he ever found out that someone else besides some members of the Gung-ho-guns had anything to do with his memory loss, he would kill them! Knives only liked to see him vulnerable around him and him only!
"No, Whitney isn't my sister, she's my niece. She's Big Big Sis's daughter."
He nodded. "That would explain why she reminded me of you."
Meryl cocked her head in hope. "Then you're starting to remember?"
Vash smiled and gave a short laugh. "Yeah, I guess I am...at least a little." It was painful for him to think back. He had to hold his head even now because of the pain of remembrance.
"Are you okay?" Meryl asked in a concerned tone.
"I...I'll be fine. My head hurts and it's been a long day. I think I will head upstairs now." He got up and handed the letter to Milly, who tore it open expectantly.
He walked toward the staircase, but stopped as he reached Knives. He held a still and unwavering gaze. Vash clenched his jaw and brushed past him, letting him know he was upset about what had been said. Knives scowled after he had gone and went into another room.
"Those two really make me wonder if we'll be safe in the same house together." Meryl said shaking her head.
"Meryl, look!" Milly cried. "At the end, she says she met Mr. Vash. She saw him in church with someone who looked just like him, but looked really sick. That probably was Mr. Knives, don't you think?"
Meryl gave a distracted nod. This would definitely be a long week.
-------------- A.N.---
Okay, I know that if Milly's guns went missing then you would be able to tell who had them because they are extremely large! However, I wrote this and a couple of upcoming chapters before I saw the show. Eh, you'll just hafta' use your imagination.
And I am not even sure of Milly's family, so I wrote according to what I've read in others' stories.
Well, now. We have come to the part where you need to review. Please, go ahead: every comment welcome. End A.N.