DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TRIGUN, I DO OWN RENEE. ANY QUESTIONS???
Author's note: I'm sorry if this moves a little slow for you, but I want it to be as believable as I can manage. Yes, I know it was mean to tease you with that opening of Knives waking up and then spend all this time in a flashback. evil grin Enjoy.
Renee erupted in laughter. The whole table looked at her quizzically. She smiled brightly at Millie and said, "I should be so lucky. No, my dear, I'm not a plant."
Millie smile and said, "She reminds me of my big-big sister! I like her."
Renee continued to smile at Millie. Meryl started ranting about how only a stupid fool could trust someone just like that. Vash tuned the conversation out. Every better-sense in Vash's body was telling him she was dangerous. He SHOULD be suspicious. He should question her until she crumbles or makes a mistake. But he did trust her, he even liked her. He couldn't say why. He looked across the table and remembered something he had been told once. Something that had come in quite handy.
It's in the eyes. The truth is in their eyes.
He studied her for a moment. It was hard at first to separate her eyes from the expression on her face. He also had to fight off his urge to make some love-starved comment about her thick eyelashes. He noticed another detail; the whites of her eyes weren't white at all. They were the softest shade of blue. One could easily miss it. It was just a hint of color. Then she locked eyes with him, and he nearly recoiled from what he saw. He looked away, trying to process all the emotions that had just hit him.
Nervousness, fear, will, strength, wisdom, pain... No, GREAT pain, loneliness, and... Love? But no malice, no hate, nothing that even resembled it. Still, how could one person feel all those things at once? She was a storm beneath that composed surface. Kind of like someone else he knew...
"- AND furthermore, how the heck does she know who Legato is, huh?" Meryl snapped, "She should be glad if we don't lock her up. She's obviously dangerous."
"Renee can stay," Vash said softly, "She is welcome here."
Meryl's mouth moved wordlessly in protest. She clamped her mouth shut and growled. She knew better by now than to argue with him. Her face went red with anger and she stormed off.
"She is NOT staying in MY room!" Meryl yelled as she slammed the door.
Renee winced and said, "Oh dear, it looks like I've got my work cut out for me earning that one's trust."
"Oh don't worry about Meryl!" Millie chimed, "She hates everyone at first, even Mr. Vash. You can sleep in-"
"My room," Vash cut in, "I will sleep down here in the living room. My room is joined to Knive's room. If you are going to take care of him, that's the best place to be."
Renee nodded slowly and Millie giggled, "Great! Then it's all settled! You must be thirsty after traveling here. Would you like some water? I dug the well myself!"
"The other construction workers had nothing to do with it, I'm sure," Vash teased.
"I would love a drink," Renee said with relief, "Wow, how long did it take you to dig the well?"
Renee and Millie had an instant chemistry. Vash used the moment to duck out of the conversation to go up to his room. He had to get his stuff out of there, after all. As he packed he reflected on his decision. Was it really wise to go on a split second feeling from her eyes? He answered himself yes and no at the same time. It wasn't wise to trust someone who knew so much without wanting to tell how she knew it... Somehow that didn't matter. He didn't know why, but he thought if anyone could make a difference in Knives, it was her.
Author: Okay, okay! I promise I will get back to Knives next chapter... PUSHY! Although I may refuse to write more if I don't get some reviews! (
Author's note: I'm sorry if this moves a little slow for you, but I want it to be as believable as I can manage. Yes, I know it was mean to tease you with that opening of Knives waking up and then spend all this time in a flashback. evil grin Enjoy.
Renee erupted in laughter. The whole table looked at her quizzically. She smiled brightly at Millie and said, "I should be so lucky. No, my dear, I'm not a plant."
Millie smile and said, "She reminds me of my big-big sister! I like her."
Renee continued to smile at Millie. Meryl started ranting about how only a stupid fool could trust someone just like that. Vash tuned the conversation out. Every better-sense in Vash's body was telling him she was dangerous. He SHOULD be suspicious. He should question her until she crumbles or makes a mistake. But he did trust her, he even liked her. He couldn't say why. He looked across the table and remembered something he had been told once. Something that had come in quite handy.
It's in the eyes. The truth is in their eyes.
He studied her for a moment. It was hard at first to separate her eyes from the expression on her face. He also had to fight off his urge to make some love-starved comment about her thick eyelashes. He noticed another detail; the whites of her eyes weren't white at all. They were the softest shade of blue. One could easily miss it. It was just a hint of color. Then she locked eyes with him, and he nearly recoiled from what he saw. He looked away, trying to process all the emotions that had just hit him.
Nervousness, fear, will, strength, wisdom, pain... No, GREAT pain, loneliness, and... Love? But no malice, no hate, nothing that even resembled it. Still, how could one person feel all those things at once? She was a storm beneath that composed surface. Kind of like someone else he knew...
"- AND furthermore, how the heck does she know who Legato is, huh?" Meryl snapped, "She should be glad if we don't lock her up. She's obviously dangerous."
"Renee can stay," Vash said softly, "She is welcome here."
Meryl's mouth moved wordlessly in protest. She clamped her mouth shut and growled. She knew better by now than to argue with him. Her face went red with anger and she stormed off.
"She is NOT staying in MY room!" Meryl yelled as she slammed the door.
Renee winced and said, "Oh dear, it looks like I've got my work cut out for me earning that one's trust."
"Oh don't worry about Meryl!" Millie chimed, "She hates everyone at first, even Mr. Vash. You can sleep in-"
"My room," Vash cut in, "I will sleep down here in the living room. My room is joined to Knive's room. If you are going to take care of him, that's the best place to be."
Renee nodded slowly and Millie giggled, "Great! Then it's all settled! You must be thirsty after traveling here. Would you like some water? I dug the well myself!"
"The other construction workers had nothing to do with it, I'm sure," Vash teased.
"I would love a drink," Renee said with relief, "Wow, how long did it take you to dig the well?"
Renee and Millie had an instant chemistry. Vash used the moment to duck out of the conversation to go up to his room. He had to get his stuff out of there, after all. As he packed he reflected on his decision. Was it really wise to go on a split second feeling from her eyes? He answered himself yes and no at the same time. It wasn't wise to trust someone who knew so much without wanting to tell how she knew it... Somehow that didn't matter. He didn't know why, but he thought if anyone could make a difference in Knives, it was her.
Author: Okay, okay! I promise I will get back to Knives next chapter... PUSHY! Although I may refuse to write more if I don't get some reviews! (