Legata Goes to Trigun-land and Blows Stuph Up!!! (Oh boy!)
{A/N: I made up Wolfwood's middle name. If you want to e-mail me with petty corrections, then e-mail me at gotoh@ell.com.}
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_-[Chapter Two: "I'm...uhhh...Would you believe Eriks?]-_
Legata woke up in the middle of a desert, her head foggy, unable to remember much of anything.
~*Uhhghh...My head...Wha...What happened? Where am I? Oww...My head...No! Must think...Lessee...I was at home in Oakshire...And I was eating noodles with Lyra...then...and then...? I can't remember...Where am I? *~ She thought, blinded by the bright sunlight. ~*Man...I don't think we're in Utah anymore...*~
"Hey Lyra? Where are we? Lyra? Lyra?! LYRA!!" she shrieked, looking wildly around, panicking. "Lyra!! Where are you?! Lyra!! LYRA!!! LYYYYRAAAAAA!!!!! No...no...Lyra...Why am I here? Lyra! Why are you gone? Nooo..." she wailed, getting up and tilting her head to the sky. She then began to run in a random direction, sand flying everywhere. She stumbled, but kept running. After what seemed like hours, she reached the top of a sand dune. She looked around, seeing nothing but sand in all directions. Then she spotted something. She squinted. If she looked really hard, she could make out shapes that looked like buildings. It seemed like...
"A town! All right! Sweet civilization! I wonder how long it'll be until I can get there...Probably a few days...Oh man...I don't have any water...I won't survive! But I've got to go...Or else my remains will be scattered by this harsh desert wind..." She sighed. "It doesn't really matter, though... Who am I talking to?" She set off toward the town, trudging and stumbling in the shifting sands, buffeted by the winds.
*** Vash looked out into the desert sands, wishing he could get out and stretch his legs a bit. He was getting a mite stiff from all the sitting, and Wolfwood smoking right next to him was making him choke.
"Can't you smoke later? You're killing me!" Vash whined, shoving Wolfwood playfully.
"Oh, Vash! I can't stop. If I do, my head'll explode," he replied, giving Vash the puppy dog face.
"Oh no you don't Nicholas Derek Wolfwood! You smush that out right now!"
"No!" "NOW!" Vash yelled, wrestling the cigarette from his grasp, and stomping all over it, a tribal sort of triumphant-ness (Hey! It's 3:52 P.M.! Practically the middle of the night!) on his face. Then he sat down again, and looked out the window. He then gasped, the color draining from his face. "Stop the bus!!" he yelled, rushing to the front of the bus. "Stop!"
"What?" the driver asked flatly, stopping.
"There's someone out there!"
***
Legata groaned, pain shooting through her body as she shifted in the sand.
"Shh...stay still now, girl...don't want to hurt yourself more...Shhhh," a comforting voice said in her ear.
"Lyra...Where are you...no..." she mumbled, sleepily from the depths of her dreams.
"Shhh...It'll be fine...don't worry..." A pair of strong arms picked her up.
***
Lyra was walking away, her blonde hair fanning out behind her.
"No! Lyra! Stop! Stop running!" Legata ran and ran until her legs felt as if they would shatter. She fell to the ground, her lungs feeling as if they would explode, the very air she breathed sandpaper, searing her lungs, as she lay panting, Lyra disappearing into the green mist that swirled all around them. "Lyra! Where are you?"
Suddenly, a monstrous creature loomed over her as she lay helpless, it's glowing green eyes glaring down at her. "No! No! Not me! Stop! NO!!"
Then a beautiful shimmering white creature, made of the hopes and dreams of the innocent, leaped in front of the black creature, made of all the hatred in the universe, the very embodiment of evil. The dark creature quailed in front of the shimmering creature. Retreating into the darkness, the black creature hissed angrily, the harsh desert winds blowing through it's lungs, whipping all around her. The white creature whispered in her ear. "Shh...stay still now, girl...don't want to hurt yourself more...Shhhh..."
"Lyra! No! Where are you?! I can't leave without Lyra! Where is she?"
"Shhh...It'll be fine...don't worry..." A pair of strong arms picked her up, as she began to cry.
***
"LYRA!!" Legata shrieked, jolting awake.
"Shh! You'll wake the dead with your howls, girl! Now lay down! You'll hurt yourself even more! It's a wonder you're still alive! Two ribs broken and a broken arm! Thank god your ribs didn't puncture your organs...the doctor fixed you up nice, but he said you should rest a few days."
"But Lyra! Did you find her?!" Legata demanded, her vision fuzzy, unable to see the person talking to her.
"Who? Lee-rah, did you say? There was no one else..."
"No! Lyra! She has blonde hair! Green eyes! Short, only seven years old! Lyra! -My-sister!"
"There was no one but you."
"No! She must be still in Oakshire..."
"Oakshire? Where's that?"
"Oakshire, Utah. You've never been there, but it's a nice place. A HUGE Oak tree, right in the center or town. Nice and green. Nothing like this desert- y place...Much too dry...Not at ALL like Oakshire."
"What's a Utah? Wait! Rem said that was a state in America. But that was on Earth! Wasn't it? But Earth...! It's uninhabitable! No way is there any Earth now..."
"What?!? Where am I then!?"
"You're in May City. I thought you knew that?"
"No stupid! What PLANET???"
"Planet Gunsmoke. Jeez, must be suffering form severe heatstroke...but doc said you'd be fine..."
"Planet... Wait! Isn't that where Trigun takes place? Shut those blinds!" Legata commanded.
"Ookies."
Once the room was not quite as bright, she could see whom she had been talking to.
"Ohmygod! You! You're...YOU'RE VASH THE STAMPEDE!!!!" she screamed, pointing.
"YEEK! Uh, no I'm not!"
"Then who are you?"
"I'm...uhhh...Would you believe Eriks?"
"A-HA! Vash uses Eriks as a fake name! I KNEW IT!"
~*Hoo-boy...This is gonna be a long day...A loud girl who knows my identity already...*~
"Uh...are you after the reward?"
"What?" Legata looked blank. "Oh! The $$60 billion reward! No. I couldn't turn you in! You rescued me! Now...start explaining where I am and what I should do now that I'm here."
"Erm...internet?"
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So? Howd'ya like the second installment? It's my first shot at writing Trigun fanfiction...might be a little dry... HEHEHE! A little ~dry~! Get it? They're in a destert? Dry? Eh...nevermind...Read my bio for the disclaimer, mm'kay?
{A/N: I made up Wolfwood's middle name. If you want to e-mail me with petty corrections, then e-mail me at gotoh@ell.com.}
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_-[Chapter Two: "I'm...uhhh...Would you believe Eriks?]-_
Legata woke up in the middle of a desert, her head foggy, unable to remember much of anything.
~*Uhhghh...My head...Wha...What happened? Where am I? Oww...My head...No! Must think...Lessee...I was at home in Oakshire...And I was eating noodles with Lyra...then...and then...? I can't remember...Where am I? *~ She thought, blinded by the bright sunlight. ~*Man...I don't think we're in Utah anymore...*~
"Hey Lyra? Where are we? Lyra? Lyra?! LYRA!!" she shrieked, looking wildly around, panicking. "Lyra!! Where are you?! Lyra!! LYRA!!! LYYYYRAAAAAA!!!!! No...no...Lyra...Why am I here? Lyra! Why are you gone? Nooo..." she wailed, getting up and tilting her head to the sky. She then began to run in a random direction, sand flying everywhere. She stumbled, but kept running. After what seemed like hours, she reached the top of a sand dune. She looked around, seeing nothing but sand in all directions. Then she spotted something. She squinted. If she looked really hard, she could make out shapes that looked like buildings. It seemed like...
"A town! All right! Sweet civilization! I wonder how long it'll be until I can get there...Probably a few days...Oh man...I don't have any water...I won't survive! But I've got to go...Or else my remains will be scattered by this harsh desert wind..." She sighed. "It doesn't really matter, though... Who am I talking to?" She set off toward the town, trudging and stumbling in the shifting sands, buffeted by the winds.
*** Vash looked out into the desert sands, wishing he could get out and stretch his legs a bit. He was getting a mite stiff from all the sitting, and Wolfwood smoking right next to him was making him choke.
"Can't you smoke later? You're killing me!" Vash whined, shoving Wolfwood playfully.
"Oh, Vash! I can't stop. If I do, my head'll explode," he replied, giving Vash the puppy dog face.
"Oh no you don't Nicholas Derek Wolfwood! You smush that out right now!"
"No!" "NOW!" Vash yelled, wrestling the cigarette from his grasp, and stomping all over it, a tribal sort of triumphant-ness (Hey! It's 3:52 P.M.! Practically the middle of the night!) on his face. Then he sat down again, and looked out the window. He then gasped, the color draining from his face. "Stop the bus!!" he yelled, rushing to the front of the bus. "Stop!"
"What?" the driver asked flatly, stopping.
"There's someone out there!"
***
Legata groaned, pain shooting through her body as she shifted in the sand.
"Shh...stay still now, girl...don't want to hurt yourself more...Shhhh," a comforting voice said in her ear.
"Lyra...Where are you...no..." she mumbled, sleepily from the depths of her dreams.
"Shhh...It'll be fine...don't worry..." A pair of strong arms picked her up.
***
Lyra was walking away, her blonde hair fanning out behind her.
"No! Lyra! Stop! Stop running!" Legata ran and ran until her legs felt as if they would shatter. She fell to the ground, her lungs feeling as if they would explode, the very air she breathed sandpaper, searing her lungs, as she lay panting, Lyra disappearing into the green mist that swirled all around them. "Lyra! Where are you?"
Suddenly, a monstrous creature loomed over her as she lay helpless, it's glowing green eyes glaring down at her. "No! No! Not me! Stop! NO!!"
Then a beautiful shimmering white creature, made of the hopes and dreams of the innocent, leaped in front of the black creature, made of all the hatred in the universe, the very embodiment of evil. The dark creature quailed in front of the shimmering creature. Retreating into the darkness, the black creature hissed angrily, the harsh desert winds blowing through it's lungs, whipping all around her. The white creature whispered in her ear. "Shh...stay still now, girl...don't want to hurt yourself more...Shhhh..."
"Lyra! No! Where are you?! I can't leave without Lyra! Where is she?"
"Shhh...It'll be fine...don't worry..." A pair of strong arms picked her up, as she began to cry.
***
"LYRA!!" Legata shrieked, jolting awake.
"Shh! You'll wake the dead with your howls, girl! Now lay down! You'll hurt yourself even more! It's a wonder you're still alive! Two ribs broken and a broken arm! Thank god your ribs didn't puncture your organs...the doctor fixed you up nice, but he said you should rest a few days."
"But Lyra! Did you find her?!" Legata demanded, her vision fuzzy, unable to see the person talking to her.
"Who? Lee-rah, did you say? There was no one else..."
"No! Lyra! She has blonde hair! Green eyes! Short, only seven years old! Lyra! -My-sister!"
"There was no one but you."
"No! She must be still in Oakshire..."
"Oakshire? Where's that?"
"Oakshire, Utah. You've never been there, but it's a nice place. A HUGE Oak tree, right in the center or town. Nice and green. Nothing like this desert- y place...Much too dry...Not at ALL like Oakshire."
"What's a Utah? Wait! Rem said that was a state in America. But that was on Earth! Wasn't it? But Earth...! It's uninhabitable! No way is there any Earth now..."
"What?!? Where am I then!?"
"You're in May City. I thought you knew that?"
"No stupid! What PLANET???"
"Planet Gunsmoke. Jeez, must be suffering form severe heatstroke...but doc said you'd be fine..."
"Planet... Wait! Isn't that where Trigun takes place? Shut those blinds!" Legata commanded.
"Ookies."
Once the room was not quite as bright, she could see whom she had been talking to.
"Ohmygod! You! You're...YOU'RE VASH THE STAMPEDE!!!!" she screamed, pointing.
"YEEK! Uh, no I'm not!"
"Then who are you?"
"I'm...uhhh...Would you believe Eriks?"
"A-HA! Vash uses Eriks as a fake name! I KNEW IT!"
~*Hoo-boy...This is gonna be a long day...A loud girl who knows my identity already...*~
"Uh...are you after the reward?"
"What?" Legata looked blank. "Oh! The $$60 billion reward! No. I couldn't turn you in! You rescued me! Now...start explaining where I am and what I should do now that I'm here."
"Erm...internet?"
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So? Howd'ya like the second installment? It's my first shot at writing Trigun fanfiction...might be a little dry... HEHEHE! A little ~dry~! Get it? They're in a destert? Dry? Eh...nevermind...Read my bio for the disclaimer, mm'kay?