DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT OWN TRIGUN, NUFF SAID!
Author's note: Hopefully I am building a dynamic and interesting character here. I am somewhat skeptical that ANY human, no matter how magnificent, could reform Knives and capture his heart. I guess I'll just have to keep writing and see.
She had a small suitcase and wore modest, clean, clothes. Her presence was calming, even if her confessed knowledge of Knives was disturbing. She had approached so casually, just as they were returning home from digging irrigation ditches. They thought, at first, that she was just a visitor from out of town who had gotten lost... Then she spoke.
Her voice was soft and soothing. It was a mother's voice, and beneath it a hint of wisdom and pain. Her voice stopped Vash in his tracks. He had intended to make a token pass at the beautiful stranger. A single raised hand and that hypnotic voice had stopped him where he stood...
"Hello, Mr. Vash, Miss Mille, and Miss Stryfe," She said as her silver eyes locked on Vash, "I am here to take care of Mr. Knives."
Shocked silence only lasted a minute before Vash grabbed the woman by the arm and drug her inside. The insurance girls followed quickly, worry etched on both faces. Vash took the woman's bag and threw it on the couch, still gripping her left arm with his right. She smiled pleasantly, in spite of his agitation.
"You should calm down," She said gently, "Please, I'm not here to hurt anyone."
Vash's arm trembled. His eyes were fierce. The air crackled around him. It was quite a change from the goofy lecherous look that earlier adorned his features. Her smile faded and her eyes gave just the slightest flinch as she said, "Please, Mr. Vash, you are hurting me."
Vash recoiled as if struck and let go of his vice grip on her arm. She rubbed it gingerly, and gave Vash an appreciative nod.
"Why are you here," Vash growled.
"To take care of-"
"We already heard that!" Meryl barked, "Who sent you? How do you know who we are?"
"I cannot say," She said with the slightest whimper and then steadied her voice, "I am not one of Knive's followers, if that is what you are asking."
She shook her head ever so slightly, "I am a soul, in search of lost souls. I am here to help. That is all I can tell you right now. Maybe... Maybe I can tell you more later?"
"That's NOT good enough," Vash barked. The woman did not retreat or cower away from him. It took him by great surprise when she stepped up, toe to toe with him, and looked up into his blue-green eyes. Meryl bit back a bit of jealousy. She suppressed her urge to throttle the woman because she was sure Vash would not tolerate this for long.
The whole room gasped as she closed her silver eyes and threw her arms around Vash's waist and hugged him tightly. She looked like she was on the edge of tears as she choked out, "I'm so glad I finally get to meet the two of you. It's like finding my long lost brothers. Please, let me stay. I only want to help. Please, let me stay."
The strength had drained from her voice just then, and a hopeful child surfaced. Shocked, Vash looked down at her and noticed something shining in her auburn locks. Small, almost unnoticeable strands of silver. Most of them were covered by the deep red tone of her other hairs. She was going gray? She looked like she was barely twenty years old. Most humans didn't have gray hair at her young age unless they had encountered some great trauma.
Vash pried the woman off him and sat her down at the table. They all sat, studying her. She did not look nervous. Her calm exterior had again surfaced, and smoothed over her outburst. The ticking of the clock was numbing. Meryl bit her lower lip, waiting for Vash to expel the woman, to accuse, or even accept her. For goodness sakes, Vash! Do something!
As if to answer Meryl's plea Vash looked across the table at the red-hair woman and said, "What is your name?"
"Renee, Renee Everwinter," She said softly, "I am sorry, I should have introduced myself."
"Knives had a habit of re-naming his minions," Vash said darkly, "Everwinter... Strangely similar to Bluesummers, isn't it?"
"Legato..." She said faintly, "I knew him, from the tales the sis---"
She stopped cold and glared at Vash. The glare melted away and she looked softly into Vash's eyes again. She acted so much like someone who had nothing to hide. It was odd for a woman who was concealing everything.
"I am NOT one of Knive's henchmen," She said sternly, "And I would greatly appreciate it if you did not compare me to that monster, Legato."
Meryl's hands tightened into fists, and her teeth clenched. In spite of the great tension on the air after the name 'Legato' was said, Meryl found herself smiling slightly. The woman could deny it all she wanted, but simply admitting knowledge of Legato incriminated her. Meryl sat back and waited for Vash's reply. She wondered what they were going to do with the strange woman.
Out of nowhere Millie smiled merrily and asked, "Did you say something about Vash and Knives being your long lost brothers? Does that mean you're a plant too?"
Vash and Meryl gave a start, just remembering the woman's comment from earlier. What had she meant by it?
Chapter three coming soon!
Author: So how goes it? Are you interested in her? I figure I have to have the reader's interest in the character before I can even dream of converting Knives. Do you have any conceptions about what the woman for knives would be like?
I imagine she would have to be like some great puzzle, a woman of talent and strength, but also gentleness. She would be a woman with many layers for him to unravel and get lost in; Someone so dynamic in nature that logic would force him to accept her as his equal.
Author's note: Hopefully I am building a dynamic and interesting character here. I am somewhat skeptical that ANY human, no matter how magnificent, could reform Knives and capture his heart. I guess I'll just have to keep writing and see.
She had a small suitcase and wore modest, clean, clothes. Her presence was calming, even if her confessed knowledge of Knives was disturbing. She had approached so casually, just as they were returning home from digging irrigation ditches. They thought, at first, that she was just a visitor from out of town who had gotten lost... Then she spoke.
Her voice was soft and soothing. It was a mother's voice, and beneath it a hint of wisdom and pain. Her voice stopped Vash in his tracks. He had intended to make a token pass at the beautiful stranger. A single raised hand and that hypnotic voice had stopped him where he stood...
"Hello, Mr. Vash, Miss Mille, and Miss Stryfe," She said as her silver eyes locked on Vash, "I am here to take care of Mr. Knives."
Shocked silence only lasted a minute before Vash grabbed the woman by the arm and drug her inside. The insurance girls followed quickly, worry etched on both faces. Vash took the woman's bag and threw it on the couch, still gripping her left arm with his right. She smiled pleasantly, in spite of his agitation.
"You should calm down," She said gently, "Please, I'm not here to hurt anyone."
Vash's arm trembled. His eyes were fierce. The air crackled around him. It was quite a change from the goofy lecherous look that earlier adorned his features. Her smile faded and her eyes gave just the slightest flinch as she said, "Please, Mr. Vash, you are hurting me."
Vash recoiled as if struck and let go of his vice grip on her arm. She rubbed it gingerly, and gave Vash an appreciative nod.
"Why are you here," Vash growled.
"To take care of-"
"We already heard that!" Meryl barked, "Who sent you? How do you know who we are?"
"I cannot say," She said with the slightest whimper and then steadied her voice, "I am not one of Knive's followers, if that is what you are asking."
She shook her head ever so slightly, "I am a soul, in search of lost souls. I am here to help. That is all I can tell you right now. Maybe... Maybe I can tell you more later?"
"That's NOT good enough," Vash barked. The woman did not retreat or cower away from him. It took him by great surprise when she stepped up, toe to toe with him, and looked up into his blue-green eyes. Meryl bit back a bit of jealousy. She suppressed her urge to throttle the woman because she was sure Vash would not tolerate this for long.
The whole room gasped as she closed her silver eyes and threw her arms around Vash's waist and hugged him tightly. She looked like she was on the edge of tears as she choked out, "I'm so glad I finally get to meet the two of you. It's like finding my long lost brothers. Please, let me stay. I only want to help. Please, let me stay."
The strength had drained from her voice just then, and a hopeful child surfaced. Shocked, Vash looked down at her and noticed something shining in her auburn locks. Small, almost unnoticeable strands of silver. Most of them were covered by the deep red tone of her other hairs. She was going gray? She looked like she was barely twenty years old. Most humans didn't have gray hair at her young age unless they had encountered some great trauma.
Vash pried the woman off him and sat her down at the table. They all sat, studying her. She did not look nervous. Her calm exterior had again surfaced, and smoothed over her outburst. The ticking of the clock was numbing. Meryl bit her lower lip, waiting for Vash to expel the woman, to accuse, or even accept her. For goodness sakes, Vash! Do something!
As if to answer Meryl's plea Vash looked across the table at the red-hair woman and said, "What is your name?"
"Renee, Renee Everwinter," She said softly, "I am sorry, I should have introduced myself."
"Knives had a habit of re-naming his minions," Vash said darkly, "Everwinter... Strangely similar to Bluesummers, isn't it?"
"Legato..." She said faintly, "I knew him, from the tales the sis---"
She stopped cold and glared at Vash. The glare melted away and she looked softly into Vash's eyes again. She acted so much like someone who had nothing to hide. It was odd for a woman who was concealing everything.
"I am NOT one of Knive's henchmen," She said sternly, "And I would greatly appreciate it if you did not compare me to that monster, Legato."
Meryl's hands tightened into fists, and her teeth clenched. In spite of the great tension on the air after the name 'Legato' was said, Meryl found herself smiling slightly. The woman could deny it all she wanted, but simply admitting knowledge of Legato incriminated her. Meryl sat back and waited for Vash's reply. She wondered what they were going to do with the strange woman.
Out of nowhere Millie smiled merrily and asked, "Did you say something about Vash and Knives being your long lost brothers? Does that mean you're a plant too?"
Vash and Meryl gave a start, just remembering the woman's comment from earlier. What had she meant by it?
Chapter three coming soon!
Author: So how goes it? Are you interested in her? I figure I have to have the reader's interest in the character before I can even dream of converting Knives. Do you have any conceptions about what the woman for knives would be like?
I imagine she would have to be like some great puzzle, a woman of talent and strength, but also gentleness. She would be a woman with many layers for him to unravel and get lost in; Someone so dynamic in nature that logic would force him to accept her as his equal.