DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT NOR DO I EVER HOPE TO OWN TRIGUN
Author's note; I bought the cartoon series just before the Cartoon network premier. The cartoon series is the only Trigun I have ever had the privilege of being exposed to. I would love to buy an English translation of the Magna comic, if they ever get it done. HINTHINT If they have and I haven't been fortunate enough to happen upon it, please tell me where to get it. I do, however, know bits and pieces about the hair darkening effect. (Mostly from reading other fan fics.) This is my very first fan fic, so please be kind.
Knives woke up strapped down to a lumpy old mattress. It was just barely broad enough for him, and his ankles could brush the end of it. He laid there for a moment with his thoughts. I lost... His stomach could barely twist around that word. His younger twin had beaten him. It was a cold hard truth.
Now he was strapped down to a bed with something attached to his head. He didn't know where Vash expected him to go in this condition. It didn't matter; they couldn't keep him strapped down here for long. All he needed to do was...
My mind! My mind is blocked! It must be this contraption... Smart, Vash... Very smart.
Insult to injury, his obnoxious little brother had anticipated his actions and already acted to prevent it. Knives couldn't feel, or sense anything, not even his sisters. He had gotten so used to the constant sound in his head that this silence was unnerving.
Anger bubbled beneath his placid surface. How dare Vash cut him off from his sisters! It was unconscionable. Yet another blaring example of Vash's loathing for his own kind, and the poison injected into his mind by that intolerable woman. He had obviously taken a lesson or two in cruelty from his dear pet humans. It didn't matter. NONE of it mattered. The remaining gun-ho-guns would find him and liberate him soon. Then Vash would pay, along with all his precious parasites.
A knock on the door. Obviously out of ceremony, because the person did not wait for a response to enter. Knive's eyes rolled over and locked on her. Loose tan pants were tied to her full hips loosely. A crisp white tunic with tan embroidery hung loosely over the rest of her. They were not sexy garments by any means, but they were just tight enough in all the right places to accent a shapely, feminine frame. Her long auburn hair was tied up loosely in a pony tail. Long, thick eyelashes framed silver-gray eyes. Her sun-kissed features took on a warm glow as her rosebud lips curved into a soft smile. She wasn't bad looking, for a blood-sucking human.
She held in her hands a tray. Knives strained to see what was on it. She blushed sharply and said, "You're awake, well, that's got to be a record for the condition you were in, even for your kind."
TWO WEEKS EARLIER
Vash, Meryl, and Millie sat around the strange woman who had approached them that day. She had announced quite plainly that she was there to take care of Knives...
Author; Well there's the beginning of it. How'd I do? No, the mysterious woman is not me. If I were going to write myself in I would stereotypically kill off Meryl and take her place. My husband is a spiky broom head, over six feet tall, and a big goof, wrapped around that serious and concerned inner being. How can I not compare him with Vash and want to draw myself into Meryl's role? However, I was not going for a 'typical' fanfic. I wanted to do something difficult. Shaping a viable human love interest for Knives would be a real challenge, as I'm not sure I believe myself that it can be done. I really do NOT see the Millie x Knives combination that seems to be popular right now, so it had to be an all new character. Second chapter coming soon, please critique!
Author's note; I bought the cartoon series just before the Cartoon network premier. The cartoon series is the only Trigun I have ever had the privilege of being exposed to. I would love to buy an English translation of the Magna comic, if they ever get it done. HINTHINT If they have and I haven't been fortunate enough to happen upon it, please tell me where to get it. I do, however, know bits and pieces about the hair darkening effect. (Mostly from reading other fan fics.) This is my very first fan fic, so please be kind.
Knives woke up strapped down to a lumpy old mattress. It was just barely broad enough for him, and his ankles could brush the end of it. He laid there for a moment with his thoughts. I lost... His stomach could barely twist around that word. His younger twin had beaten him. It was a cold hard truth.
Now he was strapped down to a bed with something attached to his head. He didn't know where Vash expected him to go in this condition. It didn't matter; they couldn't keep him strapped down here for long. All he needed to do was...
My mind! My mind is blocked! It must be this contraption... Smart, Vash... Very smart.
Insult to injury, his obnoxious little brother had anticipated his actions and already acted to prevent it. Knives couldn't feel, or sense anything, not even his sisters. He had gotten so used to the constant sound in his head that this silence was unnerving.
Anger bubbled beneath his placid surface. How dare Vash cut him off from his sisters! It was unconscionable. Yet another blaring example of Vash's loathing for his own kind, and the poison injected into his mind by that intolerable woman. He had obviously taken a lesson or two in cruelty from his dear pet humans. It didn't matter. NONE of it mattered. The remaining gun-ho-guns would find him and liberate him soon. Then Vash would pay, along with all his precious parasites.
A knock on the door. Obviously out of ceremony, because the person did not wait for a response to enter. Knive's eyes rolled over and locked on her. Loose tan pants were tied to her full hips loosely. A crisp white tunic with tan embroidery hung loosely over the rest of her. They were not sexy garments by any means, but they were just tight enough in all the right places to accent a shapely, feminine frame. Her long auburn hair was tied up loosely in a pony tail. Long, thick eyelashes framed silver-gray eyes. Her sun-kissed features took on a warm glow as her rosebud lips curved into a soft smile. She wasn't bad looking, for a blood-sucking human.
She held in her hands a tray. Knives strained to see what was on it. She blushed sharply and said, "You're awake, well, that's got to be a record for the condition you were in, even for your kind."
TWO WEEKS EARLIER
Vash, Meryl, and Millie sat around the strange woman who had approached them that day. She had announced quite plainly that she was there to take care of Knives...
Author; Well there's the beginning of it. How'd I do? No, the mysterious woman is not me. If I were going to write myself in I would stereotypically kill off Meryl and take her place. My husband is a spiky broom head, over six feet tall, and a big goof, wrapped around that serious and concerned inner being. How can I not compare him with Vash and want to draw myself into Meryl's role? However, I was not going for a 'typical' fanfic. I wanted to do something difficult. Shaping a viable human love interest for Knives would be a real challenge, as I'm not sure I believe myself that it can be done. I really do NOT see the Millie x Knives combination that seems to be popular right now, so it had to be an all new character. Second chapter coming soon, please critique!