Trigun part deux
By Otaku no baka
Shrugs This story is still one of the fastest stories that I even updated. I think its because of my motivation to see the Trigun anime; I might end up buying it soon Still...its not as fast as I want it due to still not having the net! I think its close to half a year now arg! Four months!
Oh well. Devil's Symphony of the Night is a song to a hum I made up after I graduated from grammar school. Its creepy and strange...but makes sense, since it applies to Bloody Villie.
I thank everyone for the reviews and the criticism! It helps future parts and where I can clarify points in my story.
Did anyone notice a change in the borders or text? Its the new preview thingie in fanfiction.net.
' ' Means mental talking.
Look....Trigun....Nightow...Trigun.....Nightow! Get it? Got it? Good! shows to lawyers again and again
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Snip Snip, clip clip.
A hand griped the side of the sink as torrents of hair fell around it
Clip clip, Snip snip.
The person clad in only their underwear growled and seemed to crack the porcelain in her grip.
"Why...why do you plague me so!" Villie sobbed at the image of herself in the mirror with a haircut. Then she laughed at it, softly at first, but it turned into a full-blown cackle. The woman strikes at the mirror.
Her voice turned deeper. "Tsk Tsk...I'm just like this mirror now."
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A town awoke to the afternoon period. People gathered around and rushed for time they didn't have. One woman in particular shuffled through the turbulence."Excuse me...arg." Her pure white hair tied loosely in a braid could point her out in any crowd and gray eyes frowned in annoyance and frustration. She had on a white shirt with a tie and black dress pants. On her back held an instrument case. (I'll never make it in time at this rate!)
She finally breaks through the mob of humans and stands near a nightclub that became a café at day. The woman walks in and sits in a seat letting out a breath.
"Having trouble today Winter?" Winter looks up to see a large muscular man with a wide rim black hat that appears intimidating, but his soft brown eyes show his true nature.
"I'm fine Zan, just the usually lunch hour chaos." She pulls a strain of pasty hair out of her face.
"Well don't rest up too soon, since we have to do a jig in a bit." He puts his hand on her shoulder in sympathy as she sighs.
"Alright, just let me tune my violin then." --------------------------
Villie walks through the streets with a piteous gaze. It has only been a day since the July incident and finding out she is the Bloody Villie that is rumored.
After all this time and I was she. Each step was carefully planted on the ground, as if the sand was valuable. I can't believe I have multi personalities and one of them is a cold-blooded killer. The blond woman bowed her head and frowned at her haircut, which reflected even more of her sadness.
Bloody Villie hacked at the poor strains; the reason to get back at her other persona or to make them inconspicuous is only know by the woman herself. So instead of Villie having a broom style with a ponytail at the back, it was considerably shorter and flat, only a few strains framing her face and her hair reaching to her neckline.
She kept on making her careful steps, the innocent side not used to wearing a dress. She could only find the garment to wear in the hotel room, since her coat ended up being lost somehow. Probably during the teleportation she thought bitterly. Her own mental powers gave her extra additions, but at times she hated them.
Her sundress flowed in the winds as she made her short strides, trying to avoid the afternoon crowd. She felt glad her weapons ended up at her location and could take her six-shooter with her.
She spotted a little nook within Dankin to reveal a club/café called, "Cage." It peeked her interest and a sudden growl erupted from her stomach much to her embarrassment.
(Well what are you waiting for child? Go inside) Ignoring the taunting tone of the voice, she walked in to see it was crowded with humans having their break or just hanging out. A stage was in the middle of the place, with various musical instruments.
--------------- Winter fine-tuned her instrument before gazing at the other band members. There were a total of four people including Winter. They nodded their heads before coming onto stage.
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Villie sat in the far corner of the bar, sipping lightly a cup of tea and a few salmon sandwiches given by the waitress, not feeling up to her usual milkshake and danish. Her bangs hid part of her face, but she still seen what was happening. A group of people appeared suddenly, each of them except a woman using the instruments on stage. The woman bowed to the crowd before she pulled out a violin out of her case.
Music began to fill up the area, the chords of the string family sung out first. Winter closed her eyes and concentrated on her instrument instead of the crowd, feeling each note and making sure her syncs flowed with the song.
Soon the sound of a sax followed by other brass instruments rang out, following the playing of the violin. They correlated with each other, making a blue/jazzy melody. When the song reached a point, the drums followed bringing another beat to it.
Winter smiled to herself. She could feel the notes she preformed as well as the emotions of the crowd. Some of them hmmed the song as it played while others conversed with their partners but still more attentive on the stage than their party. The string percussionist listened for the crescendo of the song, until a voice rang out in her head.
(What?) All of the band members paused for a second, but kept on going. Winter listened with more awareness at the singing inside her head; her fingers moving like stings on a marionette.
'Oi savior, ja savior
Servo nos ex ignarus fossor, nos depspero in obscurum illud fossor
Oi savior, ja savior
The great death of the night
He sings the tune of the shepherd
Reaping the precious sheep
Showing his power to a different tune of death
That savior that savior
Oh why do you salvage your time on these humans?
He says it's his nature; that's what he was born to do
The humans sustained him thy savior
Oh why do humans affect us so? The dark touches destroys me
The light touches destroys me
Only balance can
Save us from the ignorant fools
We have no hope in the darkness those fools
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All the band members stared at the woman in the corner, the applauding deaf to their ears
Bloody Villie only smirked, changing from her nicer personal during the musical. 'You humans are very interesting. It pleases me to see jewels within the trash.'
Winter's gray eyes widen in astonishment and fear. (That woman...she...I feel something bad...something wrong.) She gestured for the others to go backstage.
"Are you sure Winter?" The women listened to a man with red hair sprouting under a beret hat.
"Yeah I'll be alright Kyo." At least I hope I will
All the other band members nodded and left her to her devices. The musician jumped down to the floor, obvious to the mummers of acceptance and congratulation. She paced over to the corner and glanced at the schizophrenic sipping her tea.
Winter pulled out a chair and folder her hands on top of her instrument. "What...how did you...who are you exactly?"
Bloody Villie smiled again behind the glass. "Depends on what you are exactly. Many call me their salvation, but to humans I am your worse nightmare."
The pale woman gasped. "You're her...Bloody Villie correct?"
She stopped mid sip and frowned. "You humans are worse than I thought. Afraid of anything you don't understand. The years of my lifetime and my creator's lives, you still don't get it do you?"
Winter had the urge to bolt out of there then, but composed herself. "I don't get what...I mean you are human aren't you? Just misguided or having some type of pain..." She smiled like a mother comforting a child when the other flinched. "That's it isn't it? You destroy towns because something happened with humans correct?"
For once, Winter had the chance to inspect the woman more closely, who put down her teacup taken aback. Her hair was short but cut sloppy, like it was done in a rush, parts of the front longer than the rest, except the in the back. Her navy eyes flashed many emotions that made the woman have a hard time staring at them. From her face structure and eyes, a person would interpret killing or violence soon upon them.
But the woman went on. "I don't know much about her, besides the fact she slaughtered my hometown July as well as several others," She paused for a moment of sadness but went on. "And wasn't human by standards. You...sung in my head...no...the whole band's head and the last time I looked, mental capabilities isn't a standard human trait."
"You're not afraid of me eh? You don't fear what I might do to you?" The elder woman seems to cackle slightly, the guests in the bar completely unaware of the conversation in the corner.
"I'm a little, but I'm curious for some reason. It's like I know you from somewhere..."
Bloody Villie blinked, her face appearing more relaxed, but that smirk sprouted again, making her more sinister. "Interesting...a human that doesn't fear me completely or wants to destroy me, even after I finished off the place she was born?" Winter gazed down and the other laughed. "I guess you will be amusing for a while, so I might as well put up a good show for you."
The violinist dared to look at the woman again, and saw her eyes closed, in deep concentration. When she opened them, her face lightens and she appears innocent. "What...happen this time? I pray I didn't kill anyone again."
Winter blinks and parts her mouth slightly. "Umm...no you didn't."
"Oh good then!" Villie smiles and closes her eyes. "But who are you then?" She cocks her head and gaze at her with interest.
"Oh yeah I didn't introduce myself..." She extended her hand. "I'm Winter, well that's what the ministers at December used to call me, so I just adapted it. I lost my real name after July."
"I'm sorry...you came from that town then...I...don't remember you though."
"That's because it's my hometown...well sort of. My family grew up there and wandered around. After they passed away, I stayed in December until I turned eighteen and have been finding work until I found Zan. We joined together and made a band."
"Oh yeah...I noticed your violin..." Both of their gazes went to the instrument on the table.
"Well this is only Joan..." The poor woman blinked at her oddly. "I named him when I was younger and just started playing. He hasn't changed much during the years"
"You mean, you played the violin all your life?"
"Yeah, it kept me occupied and it's better than hymns..." She felt like telling her whole life to the strange lady. She reminds me of my childhood friend. "Anyway, we need a singer in our band, would you be interested?"
"I'll love to, but I really don't know much about singing...."
"Its ok, we'll do a few practice rounds and you'll get the hang of it no time." Winter smiled but thought about what she said. She doesn't remember what she did? That raised a flag in her mind.