--Blahblahblahtalkandstuff--: means people are thinking to themselves. Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. No Vash, no Knives...you get the picture, right?
Chapter 11.
"Meryl, aren't you coming to breakfast? It's getting late." Milly popped her head into the room for the second time that morning.
Usually they'd take turns making breakfast, but Meryl hadn't been in the mood so Milly did it and now Meryl refused to eat. "I'm just not hungry," she lied while her stomach grumbled argumentatively.
"Are you feeling alright?" Milly wore a concerned expression. She didn't know what she'd do with three sick people on her hands!
"I'm fine; I'll eat later."
"Why can't you go into another room for cripes' sake?" Knives said, irritated.
"I can't leave. What if he wakes up and we're gone?" Meryl shook her head. It was a day later and still no movement from him. She almost couldn't take it! What if he was starving?
Meryl took out some paper and a pen and started writing. She'd type it when she got home, but it was all she had to take her mind off of being hungry. –I probably won't eat later. I didn't eat last night and now I'm skipping breakfast. –
After Milly brought Knives his food, he ate most of it and shoved the rest to the working girl. –She's hungry; I can see it in her eyes when she keeps glancing sideways at my food. Geez, it's friekin' annoying! – "Just eat the food! Do it before I shove it down your pathetic, scrawny throat!"
Meryl's eyes flickered with shock and her mouth dropped to the floor. Why did he care all of a sudden? She studied the food carefully as if he'd done something to it, then she took a few bites.
"Thanks," she mumbled and took the tray to the kitchen.
"Hmph, it's about time she left." Knives stood up and walked over to close the door. His leg was feeling much better. He shut the door and leaned heavily against it.
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--I smell food. Where am I? The last thing I recall is carrying Knives...oh no, Knives! – Vash opened his eyes above a squint. He couldn't move because of all the pain. He looked around the room and spotted his brother up against the closed door. That was odd enough. Knives' gaze never left Vash's face.
"Knives,"
"It's about time you woke up."
Vash noticed a slight limp as Knives walked over to the side of his bed. "Why am I in so much pain? Where am I?"
"You mean you don't remember? What is it with you these days?" Knives' face shown with disgust.
"My whole body hurts. I feel like I'm going to die!" Tears spilled down his face.
Knives frowned harder, if that were at all possible. "You better not die, you crybaby. Do you hear me, Vash? And stop crying; it makes me sick!" Vash obeyed and after he found out where he was, he fell back asleep.
The door to the room flew open and the two girls ran in. "Is he awake?" They yelled in unison.
Knives rubbed his temples. He didn't know how much longer he could stand to be in the same room with those two. They were driving him crazy with their constant chattering and meaningless emotions. Why didn't he just kill them? He didn't know and he refused to think about it now.
He got in bed and pulled the sheets over himself and put his pillow over his head. –See no spiders, hear no spiders. –
It worked for approximately four seconds before Meryl angrily ripped it from his grasp. "Answer me, you stubborn little—"
"I wouldn't push your luck if I was you. You are only alive for Vash's sake. Shut the heck up and don't bother me again!" He snatched the pillow from her hands and resumed his position under it.
Meryl took a step back. "I'll take that as a no."
Two nights later, Meryl stepped out of the room to get some water. She wasn't fully aware of the time, or the day for that matter. She hadn't slept and had barely eaten a thing. –I'm so scared I can hardly hold this cup still. –
She walked back into the room and placed the water glass on the table. A movement from Knives startled her. A silent gasp escaped her throat.
He stood directly in front of her. "Do you plan on getting some sleep anytime soon? If you think you have sleep apnea, I can most certainly—"
"N-no, that's ok. Thanks anyway." The back of Meryl's legs bumped into Vash's bed. She had run out of room to step back.
"Quit making so much dang noise." His tone rose with each word.
"Sorry, I'll be more quiet then." Her confidence returned. "And stop getting so close, would you? I need breathing room as much as the next person, and you're in my space."
Knives muttered that spiders took up too much space as it is.
"Hey, you never answered my question from before. I won't let up until you tell me."
"Hmph, I don't have to tell you anything. What's your answer? What would you do?"
Meryl grimaced. She had thought about it and mulled over it until she couldn't cry anymore. "If Vash died, I'd probably try to kill you."
Knives threw back his blond head and laughed until both his sides hurt. Meryl kept glancing at Milly to see if she'd waken up, but she didn't even flinch!
Knives chuckled. "Why would you try a foolish thing like that? It's the easiest way to die."
"...Exactly."
Knives couldn't see her in the dark, but her voice was awfully serious. He had never heard of anything like that before. "You'd be insane to throw your life away."
"If he died, I'd go insane, I think." she could stand it no longer; it scared her so much! She began crying in front of that maniac! "I don't want him to go. He did nothing, so why him? He'd never find out and I'll blame myself for the rest of my life! Poor Milly; this is probably how she feels everyday since..."
Knives' eye twitched nonstop. –Shut up! I can't take it! – He tried to divert her attention from the whole subject. "What do you mean it's how Milly feels? She's always happy. Since what?"
"What's my problem? Why am I conversing with YOU?? I must be in terrible shape. Maybe I've already gone insane."
"Then stop whining and answer me."
She sniffed and tried to get a hold of herself. "Right, ok. Well, Milly really loved this...friend of ours and then one day, someone killed him. It was a big shock to us all. She took it so hard." Meryl knew that Knives was responsible for Wolfwood's death. She didn't want to let him know she knew though.
"Why do you even bother with us?" Knives wondered out loud. He believed they had some selfish motive for doing so.
"I know Vash cares about you, so that's why you're here. Vash is our friend, so we care about him. It may be our job to go with him but I—we wouldn't have met him otherwise. I don't exactly know why we bother you. I don't know how you two have put up with each other for so long."
The room was silent until Meryl remembered what she originally wanted. "You're supposed to answer me now. Stop trying to get out of it."
Knives rolled his eyes. What was it about her? –I can't tell her; I haven't really found the answer for myself. What would I do if Vash died...in the hospital? – He remembered when Vash told him he felt like he was dying.
Knives crawled under the covers and faced the window. He spoke mostly to himself. "I think...I would die."
"No, you can't both die!" Milly cried from the chair, surprising them both. She had caught the last part of the conversation—after Meryl had stopped crying.
"Milly, how much of that did you hear?"
"Is Knives going to die? I don't want him to go..." her voice sounded hurt and upset. She sniffled as Meryl went to her side.
"You don't want me to die? Them make him get up! Get a doctor; I no longer care. I can't bare to see him like this."
"Then why'd you shoot him in the first place?!" Meryl screamed at him.
For the first time, since he didn't remember another time, a tear threatened to fall from his eye. "I wanted to prove I was right. I used to be so jealous of him. Those darned humans on that ship made everything all the worse! Rem was the only exception besides Vash. I was wrong..."
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Er, um, keep in mind I wrote this whole thing before I saw the Trigun episodes. Vash would have healed faster I guess. Oh, well.
Thanks, Direswine, for your reviews and input. I agree with you, Vash probably wouldn't do that, but it was all for the sake of the plot or whatever. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
Chapter 11.
"Meryl, aren't you coming to breakfast? It's getting late." Milly popped her head into the room for the second time that morning.
Usually they'd take turns making breakfast, but Meryl hadn't been in the mood so Milly did it and now Meryl refused to eat. "I'm just not hungry," she lied while her stomach grumbled argumentatively.
"Are you feeling alright?" Milly wore a concerned expression. She didn't know what she'd do with three sick people on her hands!
"I'm fine; I'll eat later."
"Why can't you go into another room for cripes' sake?" Knives said, irritated.
"I can't leave. What if he wakes up and we're gone?" Meryl shook her head. It was a day later and still no movement from him. She almost couldn't take it! What if he was starving?
Meryl took out some paper and a pen and started writing. She'd type it when she got home, but it was all she had to take her mind off of being hungry. –I probably won't eat later. I didn't eat last night and now I'm skipping breakfast. –
After Milly brought Knives his food, he ate most of it and shoved the rest to the working girl. –She's hungry; I can see it in her eyes when she keeps glancing sideways at my food. Geez, it's friekin' annoying! – "Just eat the food! Do it before I shove it down your pathetic, scrawny throat!"
Meryl's eyes flickered with shock and her mouth dropped to the floor. Why did he care all of a sudden? She studied the food carefully as if he'd done something to it, then she took a few bites.
"Thanks," she mumbled and took the tray to the kitchen.
"Hmph, it's about time she left." Knives stood up and walked over to close the door. His leg was feeling much better. He shut the door and leaned heavily against it.
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--I smell food. Where am I? The last thing I recall is carrying Knives...oh no, Knives! – Vash opened his eyes above a squint. He couldn't move because of all the pain. He looked around the room and spotted his brother up against the closed door. That was odd enough. Knives' gaze never left Vash's face.
"Knives,"
"It's about time you woke up."
Vash noticed a slight limp as Knives walked over to the side of his bed. "Why am I in so much pain? Where am I?"
"You mean you don't remember? What is it with you these days?" Knives' face shown with disgust.
"My whole body hurts. I feel like I'm going to die!" Tears spilled down his face.
Knives frowned harder, if that were at all possible. "You better not die, you crybaby. Do you hear me, Vash? And stop crying; it makes me sick!" Vash obeyed and after he found out where he was, he fell back asleep.
The door to the room flew open and the two girls ran in. "Is he awake?" They yelled in unison.
Knives rubbed his temples. He didn't know how much longer he could stand to be in the same room with those two. They were driving him crazy with their constant chattering and meaningless emotions. Why didn't he just kill them? He didn't know and he refused to think about it now.
He got in bed and pulled the sheets over himself and put his pillow over his head. –See no spiders, hear no spiders. –
It worked for approximately four seconds before Meryl angrily ripped it from his grasp. "Answer me, you stubborn little—"
"I wouldn't push your luck if I was you. You are only alive for Vash's sake. Shut the heck up and don't bother me again!" He snatched the pillow from her hands and resumed his position under it.
Meryl took a step back. "I'll take that as a no."
Two nights later, Meryl stepped out of the room to get some water. She wasn't fully aware of the time, or the day for that matter. She hadn't slept and had barely eaten a thing. –I'm so scared I can hardly hold this cup still. –
She walked back into the room and placed the water glass on the table. A movement from Knives startled her. A silent gasp escaped her throat.
He stood directly in front of her. "Do you plan on getting some sleep anytime soon? If you think you have sleep apnea, I can most certainly—"
"N-no, that's ok. Thanks anyway." The back of Meryl's legs bumped into Vash's bed. She had run out of room to step back.
"Quit making so much dang noise." His tone rose with each word.
"Sorry, I'll be more quiet then." Her confidence returned. "And stop getting so close, would you? I need breathing room as much as the next person, and you're in my space."
Knives muttered that spiders took up too much space as it is.
"Hey, you never answered my question from before. I won't let up until you tell me."
"Hmph, I don't have to tell you anything. What's your answer? What would you do?"
Meryl grimaced. She had thought about it and mulled over it until she couldn't cry anymore. "If Vash died, I'd probably try to kill you."
Knives threw back his blond head and laughed until both his sides hurt. Meryl kept glancing at Milly to see if she'd waken up, but she didn't even flinch!
Knives chuckled. "Why would you try a foolish thing like that? It's the easiest way to die."
"...Exactly."
Knives couldn't see her in the dark, but her voice was awfully serious. He had never heard of anything like that before. "You'd be insane to throw your life away."
"If he died, I'd go insane, I think." she could stand it no longer; it scared her so much! She began crying in front of that maniac! "I don't want him to go. He did nothing, so why him? He'd never find out and I'll blame myself for the rest of my life! Poor Milly; this is probably how she feels everyday since..."
Knives' eye twitched nonstop. –Shut up! I can't take it! – He tried to divert her attention from the whole subject. "What do you mean it's how Milly feels? She's always happy. Since what?"
"What's my problem? Why am I conversing with YOU?? I must be in terrible shape. Maybe I've already gone insane."
"Then stop whining and answer me."
She sniffed and tried to get a hold of herself. "Right, ok. Well, Milly really loved this...friend of ours and then one day, someone killed him. It was a big shock to us all. She took it so hard." Meryl knew that Knives was responsible for Wolfwood's death. She didn't want to let him know she knew though.
"Why do you even bother with us?" Knives wondered out loud. He believed they had some selfish motive for doing so.
"I know Vash cares about you, so that's why you're here. Vash is our friend, so we care about him. It may be our job to go with him but I—we wouldn't have met him otherwise. I don't exactly know why we bother you. I don't know how you two have put up with each other for so long."
The room was silent until Meryl remembered what she originally wanted. "You're supposed to answer me now. Stop trying to get out of it."
Knives rolled his eyes. What was it about her? –I can't tell her; I haven't really found the answer for myself. What would I do if Vash died...in the hospital? – He remembered when Vash told him he felt like he was dying.
Knives crawled under the covers and faced the window. He spoke mostly to himself. "I think...I would die."
"No, you can't both die!" Milly cried from the chair, surprising them both. She had caught the last part of the conversation—after Meryl had stopped crying.
"Milly, how much of that did you hear?"
"Is Knives going to die? I don't want him to go..." her voice sounded hurt and upset. She sniffled as Meryl went to her side.
"You don't want me to die? Them make him get up! Get a doctor; I no longer care. I can't bare to see him like this."
"Then why'd you shoot him in the first place?!" Meryl screamed at him.
For the first time, since he didn't remember another time, a tear threatened to fall from his eye. "I wanted to prove I was right. I used to be so jealous of him. Those darned humans on that ship made everything all the worse! Rem was the only exception besides Vash. I was wrong..."
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Er, um, keep in mind I wrote this whole thing before I saw the Trigun episodes. Vash would have healed faster I guess. Oh, well.
Thanks, Direswine, for your reviews and input. I agree with you, Vash probably wouldn't do that, but it was all for the sake of the plot or whatever. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story.