DISCLAIMER: I don't own Trigun
Author; SOBSOB Did you read that last chapter? I almost cried and I wrote it!
Hours later, well after his tears were completely parched, the bus finally came to their stop. A week of bus rides had made him decidedly stiff. Renee had slept almost the whole time. She was probably recovering from the healing.
He didn't want to wake her yet. He let most of the people get off the bus before him. Then he lifted Renee into his arms and walked outside. As usual, groups of young kids were crowding the bus asking the departing riders if they needed help with their bags. They did it for tips, and Renee insisted that they use them after each bus ride. It was a good thing he was rich.
He nodded to an able bodied boy and tapped his bags with his foot. The boy strode over and hefted the bags up. He smiled and said, "Where ya going', mister?"
"The nicest hotel in town," Knives replied, "Lead the way."
"I know just the place!" The boy chimed and led him into town
Renee would have his skin when she woke up and found them lounging in some hotel instead of buying the necessary provisions to make their trek into the mountains. Knives looked down at her sleeping in his arms and smiled. He didn't care. His wife, and the mother of his child would know comfort for at least one more day.
He checked in. The manager did all the writing for him, and said Knives could pay once he got his lovely wife settled. Knives was always surprised by just how nice humans really could be now that he wasn't trying to kill them. The manager handed the key to the boy who led Knives to the stairs.
The boy unlocked the room and set the bags near the dresser. He even pulled back the covers so Knives could lay her down beneath them. He was surprised at how soundly she slept, but then again, she needed the rest. He dished out a generous tip for the boy and handed him the money for the room. Normally he wouldn't have trusted the boy with it, but he liked the kid for some reason. Maybe it was his Vash-like aqua eyes.
The boy left them and Knives pulled up a chair beside the bed. He put his hands on her stomach and felt the baby again. He stared at her and clasped his hands together. To his followers he had always been a living god, so what use had he had for religion other than as another tool to manipulate with? Renee talked about it a lot, but he had still not given himself over to the idea of a higher being than plants. Tonight was different. He didn't have the power to save them. Tonight he NEEDED there to be a higher power. He had to believe that someone could save her. He closed his eyes, opened his heart, and made his very first prayer.
As much as he had been told how god loved even the most lost of his sheep, he doubted even the most benevolent being could make time to listen to a sinner such as him. On he prayed, though he didn't dare to ask for forgiveness, he prayed for her, and for the child. Maybe if someone so high above him, such as Renee, could love him... Maybe... Just maybe, god could listen to a sinner's prayer. That done, he stood and left the room. He had business in town.
Author; tearing up Gads, I gotta quit that. What do you think? R&R Please.