Trigun part deux
By otaku no baka
This part is more like the Seed ship episode in the anime. It will tell the connection between Tanto and plants as well as why Villie has two personalities in the first place. Demonic Kuroneko, this is for you and I hope it helps your confusion! Unfortunately its a bit depressing as well near the end and has a bit of dark themes so here is the um, warning and all. It does get lighter later on though.
Oh yeah, Maria plays an important part to a question that didn't make any sense in the Trigun anime. I mean, they could have spent one episode or even made it something reasonable since they made the anime before Trigun was finished --; Ah well, just remember that Maria does have a last name, unlike Winter, but there's a reason she does not say it at this time.
You'll see that crazy cat kuroneko-sama as well as a sandsteamer eventually in the story. It's not over yet and I still have a lot of holes to fill up! And I am neutral to pairings and this story will reflect it. It depends on the reader who is with who. (So you will have to interpret who is the father to Michm and Madison's parents!)
Michm appears again: "But you will read any pairing about Trigun to some degree."
Arg...well most of you probably skipped this ranting author note anyway ;
munches on coco puffs and looks in the box Drat....no Trigun ownership this time! Well at least I have a nifty Vash hair gel product!
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Thoughts...that's the first memory that I recall
For a while that's all I heard were thoughts and voices. A person saying, "It doesn't make any sense...they are going to be exactly like how we turned out."
"Well not exactly..."
"What I mean is that they are going to be two separate beings..."
Light appeared after the thoughts came...it felt like days or even months. Then everything happened in a blur. I don't remember my baby hood, only my childhood. I spent ten years in my home before the incident happened.
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"Papa...why did you name me Tanto?" I was only a few months in human time, but my body was around five or seven and my mind an open sponge. My mop of bi color hair, which my "Father" dubbed an unusual occurrence, but he says it's due to using his and my "Papa's" blood along with other artificial means.
"I named you Tanto because...well you like swords right?" I nodded my head vigorously. "I named you after myself because you remind me of myself...you like to listen to my stories about humans and peace. I then named you Wolfwood because you remind me of him...you said that not all humans could be influenced after you heard my ideals out. You said that if that was the case, Neo Gunsmoke would be boring."
"But Tanto Vash Wolfwood sounds weird papa...stranger than Villie's name...."
"Papa," or my creator Vash, laughed at my response. "Well I didn't name your sister at all. Your father did that. I have no idea why he would name her Vithan...so I gave her Villie as a nickname."
"It reminds me of your name papa. Millions isn't a bad last name though..." I contemplated changing my last name to Millions, but then I would have to do a 180 on my whole name and it wouldn't sound right. Millions Tanto Vash? Not only did Wolfwood sound better, but also it was an honor to have the name of a person that my papa cared for major.
Our creators treated us differently than to each other. Its like when we weren't around they would argue for a while. I wasn't around them when it happens, but I could sense it at times. My "father" Knives told me that both him and Vash had different viewpoints about human beings. From the stories that I ask of him, he tells about his long battle with his brother and what humans did to him in the first place to have such a viewpoint. I understood his prospective, even though I didn't see a human until my tenth year.
My "Papa" Vash on the other hand, told me stories about love and peace, as well as respecting all creatures. He told me that he learned this from a woman named Rem, where they used the body structure in order to make my sister in the first place. He says that they used someone else for my sister and their own for me, which may be one reason behind my funky hair as I call it.
He also showed me how to whistle and the song "Grandma Rem," as we call her, sung at her time. It amazed me that my father would hold on to something and even remember such a thing after so long. From my estimates, it's been over one hundred years already...
At certain times, both of us would listen to both men and their stories. This is the only time that I can understand why they would fight for the period they did. I comprehended both of their viewpoints, but have to agree with Villie that they were both, "stubborn." Of course it's the same with us as well as them, since saying that my sister and I agree on everything is being a complete hypocrite.
My sister and me are both fraternal twins, created from a bulb around the same time. We supposed to be one being, but ended up separating at the last minute, well that's what my father says. Even with our creator's blood in us and various other genotypes, mostly from plants, we still had our differences. Villie enjoyed plants and other living creatures, but didn't completely understood humans at all. She wanted to know why humans did some of the things that they did. "Why are they selfish? Where does it come from? Why don't they share? That would solve many things. Why don't they do this or that?"
Me on the other hand, I enjoyed tales about humans and my curiosity increased the more I listened to my Papa's fables and even did research on my own about Neo Gunsmoke with the help of the books my father would bring on his trips to the outer world. I also enjoyed my Father's tales of the Gun ho Guns and how he wanted to create an Eden with only himself and Vash, along with the plants of course.
We, he sort of had an Eden now, he told me. He said that after one hundred years, they finally reached an agreement. Vash could visit humans off and on if he wanted, but they both would live here in this hidden Eden of their own. They thought of the idea to create us from Vash, who said that we could help with the plant and the human race gap. Father simply said that he didn't want any harm to come to us by involving humans in our lives, which lead into arguments. "Father" never mentioned why he wanted to make us. He said it was a whim, and just wanted to make his brother happy for once.
Besides their stories and teachings, our creators would often show us their skills. I learned to use a six-shooter from "papa" and to control my mental powers from "father." Villie and me had substantial psychic abilities, to the point that they might be better than my father's at times. But we didn't know how to control them, and I feared that I might end up hurting something with them, so I didn't use them very often unless it was necessary.
Villie on the other hand, loved her powers. She would test them out as much as she can, and even learned how to teleport correctly, well to some degree. What she would do is teleport behind me silently, and then pounces on me. I sat in the rec room at one time, both of us a few years old then. We still wore the replicas of the Seed ship clothes our creators used to wear in their youth.
I felt the synthetic wind blow at my face, and wondered what real wind felt like. The blades of grass wiggled under my feet, and I enjoyed the genuine plant life in this room. Suddenly, a heavy weight fell on my back and we were both rolling down the grass hill, laughing. She was trying to tickle me and I retaliated with my own grubby fingers. We eventually hit bottom and she appeared victorious on top of me, showing the love and peace sign my father did at times.
I groaned in defeat and tried to get her off of me, but our long hair, at the same length but mine's was a quarter brown, tangled up together. We tumbled again against our protest, and it seemed to take forever before we sought out the mess of arms and hairs.
Villie smiled brightly like she always does, Her blond looks messy as usual. No matter how many times my father combs it, it never stays neat long. She helps me from the ground and I stare into the distance of the room at absolutely nothing.
Her back is turned and her hands are folded behind her back and that mane which reaches to her feet. "Tanto, do you ever wonder why we exist? Is it to help humans and plants like papa said? Or is it another reason like father hints?"
I shrug to her question and myself. I never really thought about why we were created, just the idea what to do with my abilities. "You shouldn't worry too much about that sister."
"Tanto...what are you going to do with your life?" Her hair starts to sway in the wind, but her back is still turned.
I rub my chin and think for a moment. "I guess help my onesans. I care about them greatly. I hear their thoughts and feel their emotions. I don't completely understand them, but my onesans have been around longer than I have and helped create me."
"Plants...onesans...." She turns around and gazes at me. "Yeah...why leave the humans to our race when we can assist them?"
"Well...I don't know sis. Unless you are in their shoes, you really cannot understand them right? But you could try to understand them. Maybe if I do become a plant engineer, I could try to understand humans."
She remained silent for a moment, her eyes and expression wistful. Then she turns to me and grins. "Yeah you're right. Maybe if we get older we can go to the outer world eh?"
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I remembered the day we took that picture. Both of my creator's expressions were completely different and our age showed more. My hair came out of its ponytail that day as well, making me look more like my twin. I laughed to myself at the idea of Villie jumping into our parent's arms, or trying to.
It wasn't that long from the incident, only a few days before. My sister and I became ten years old that day, and my papa made a cake, with a feast of a dinner. We didn't really need food and drink, since father said we were "bio-energy plants," and could live off of the minerals and gases in environments like other plants. We ate because not only it was human, but also we were used to it.
We made the party outside in the rec room. I sipped on my first taste of champagne and thought about myself. I wasn't like the plants in the bulbs, but I wasn't like my parents either. I could still be destroyed, but my powers were beyond standards. I wondered about humans and what they would think of me. I wasn't like them, but I looked like them, except my tell tale hair that could stick out in any crowd.
"Papa, father, could we become plant engineers?" Villie asked around a piece of cake. The silence that followed made me wonder if my creators were arguing inside their heads. Their expressions changed a few times before "father" sighed and said.
"I guess so, but one of us must be there if you do go." My sister whooped and hollered and I almost fell over at the expression. The rest of the day was jubilant as ever, playing games and receiving gifts. My father gave me a real tanto blade that day, and I decided to practice and work with that for now on, instead of reading books about swordsmanship. Sister received a coat that was much like her papa's and we both had a pair of green gloves that had a leaf insignia on one hand and a tree on the other.
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We spent a few days with our fathers to different locations in Neo Gunsmoke. Villie chatted excited about the sand and the heat of the outer world. I wanted to see a human with my own eyes, but was disappointed with the result of not finding one. Our fathers helped us with the initial plant work, but before long we could do everything it was to fix and repair a plant. My sister and me had a bad habit of talking with a plant before we started any work. It was nothing wrong with it, but not necessary. We wanted to make sure they felt comfortable and that nothing else arisen later on if we didn't do anything right.
Three days after our day of birth, Villie begged our "parents" to go by ourselves. My father was completely against it, but Vash managed to con a yes out of him. She wanted to show that she could do the work and come back without any troubles, like a child who wanted to show responsibility by riding the bus to their favorite place without getting lost and coming back.
I had a bad feeling about this, but shook it off as Villie teleported to the area. She still didn't have the hang of it, but could go place to place if she had a good description. She wobbled a bit at the heavy landing and I grumbled when I crashed on the floor.
"Sorry brother." She sweatdropped and glanced around the area. This plant facility had an upper room where the plant and its devices were. I followed the tubes and various equipments in the place. It still unnerved me when I seen how the plants are in the outer world compared to my home.
Villie ran upstairs and I continued to look around, memorized by the work and the parts in the building. "Don't worry brother. This will only take a minute!" I sensed something out of place and glanced up at a man.
Even though I was ten human years, my size and body were the same as a teenager around fifth teen or sixth teen. This man looked to be a few head sizes bigger than me though, but not the same height as our parents. I was amazed by the clothes he had on, a purple shirt of some kind and jeans. He showed affects of being in the sun too long, something that never affected me. Bowel cut blond hair in curls reminded me of my papa's hair. This was the first time I ever saw a human in my lifetime.
"What's a kid doing here in a plant building?" His voice had a deep rumble to it, much different music to my ears, since I only heard the speech of my parents, my sister and my own. His breath also reeked of alcohol.
My father was completely against drinking, only rarely and in moderations. My papa on the other hand, only came home drunk once, and made such a mockery of himself that he decided not to touch the stuff anymore in order to set an example.
I just stood there until another's man's voice rang out above me. "There's another one up here!" He appeared to be at the location were my sister went to.
"Oh that's my sister." The man gazed down at me for a moment, before grinning slightly. I didn't like the way he looked at me.
"Hmmm...so you are a girl or a boy?" He messed with a strain of my loose hair that came out of its ponytail, before I slapped the greasy hair away.
"A boy." I said with sternness. His features appeared to be disappointed at my response. I didn't like the attitude he presented himself at the time. What was so important that he had to know my sex? My feeling in the pit of my stomach grew more and more.
I narrowed my eyes as he gazed down at me, until a scream rang out in the area. I knew that voice, but before I could yell my concern, another man put a hand over my mouth. The same man from before grinned at me again, more sinister than before.
"Don't worry about your sister. She is in good hands now." I growled and struggled around. For a moment I thought about using my powers, but remembered last time that I did, I ended up exploding the dummy my papa brought from the outer world. I didn't want to think what would happen to living things...
"Now what should we do with you hm?" His widen grin sent chills down my spine as my sister's yelling cease. "I think someone would be interested in a pretty boy like you." He ran a hand down my clothing that I usually wore. "But we would have to break you in first."
I managed to move my mouth so that my front teeth with my sharp canines were near the hand covering my mouth. I bit down hard and spat out flicks of blood that dripped into my mouth from the wound, hearing his scream of pain. I ran upstairs quickly and stopped in my tracks at the site of my sister.
The whole engine room was painted red. I smelled the strong sense of blood and tried not to feel nauseous over it. It didn't help that the plant showed me many emotions and feelings, sadness and despair overcoming my mind. But what overwhelmed me was the site of my sister.
She sat in the middle of the room, rocking herself slowly, saying a mantra over and over again. Part of her hair speckled the floor around her and her clothes hung on her oddly. Her eyes were long gone and I feared the worse.
I walked carefully and numbly on the stained floor, avoiding the body parts that littered it and trying to not be sick at the site. I never saw extreme gore and didn't know what to react at it. The smell was different than the times you get a cut or a wound, more devastating and affecting my mental state. To think she actually experienced this.
I bent down and gazed into my sister's eyes. Her face had an imprint in it and her arms had red marks deep within the skin. She mumbled again and again, "Please don't make me do it...I didn't mean to do it." I hugged her close as she cried into my shoulder. "I didn't mean to...they were trying to hurt me and then I used my powers...."
I nodded my head mutely and kept her close, listening to her ranting on about humans, asking her what she was doing and how they hit her before everything went black. It took a while before I lead her outside and then, the men who tried to hurt me vanished.
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I couldn't teleport us home, so I had to send a message in order to contact our fathers to pick us up. My sister became more stable then, but she still said it was her fault and asked me why do humans hurt us? I didn't know how to respond to that.
My parents went into a long heated argument afterwards, my father angry at the fact that he told papa not to let us go by ourselves alone. I discovered my sister only had bruises and marks on her body, and she killed the men before they even forced themselves on her. My parents treated her the same, reassuring her that it wasn't her fault and it was the men's since she was special. Father observed me as well, but I only said they bind me for a while and I managed to get away. He told me that he wanted to make the humans who did this to us suffer, but papa caught wind of it and another dispute assured.
Ever since then, father said we couldn't go back into the outer world. Papa wanted to disagree, but he too was fearful what might happen to us. He said he cared for us both and didn't want misunderstanding people to hurt us. My father laughed at that and said that most humans fear them and they went into a spat. I had to agree with my father for once. Why would people hurt us? The only reason I could think of is fear or jealously. Maybe they are jealous of plants and my creators.
My sister showed signs of mental issues off and on after that. One time I visited her to go to the rec room with me and she cut off all her hair. The strains surrounded her like flower petals and she cried again, her head bowed and one hand gripping her arm.
I realized she stabbed herself with the scissors. I ran to her side quickly and pulled out the protruding object. Crimson red flowed out and I gasped at the size of the hole inside it. I put both hands on the wound and concentrated, glowing around her fingers. I smiled as the bloody stopped and the wound began to close up.
"Villie..." She looked up at me with confusion and something new: insanity.
"Its all wrong! They...touched my hair! It's tainted! I'm tainted!" She put one hand to her shorter locks and pulled it. It was much shorter, the whole back almost gone and the front with uneven parts.
She moved her hand from my clasp and laughed, a laugh that wasn't what I was used to out of her. "Maybe father made us to kill all the humans...yes yes..."
"Sister please...it's me Tanto." She gazed at me again and sniffed.
"Brother...please leaves me alone." Her voice returned to a normal state, but I still feared what might happen to her.
"Please leave! Let me be!" She scooted to the side of the bed and curled up. I ran out of there and tried to find our parents, who sat in their rooms talking again.
"Something's wrong with sister!" They both glanced at me but ran to her room, to which we discovered she was gone.
My parents went after her immediately. "Stay here Tanto. I don't want you to get hurt." Vash smiled weakly at me again and waved, a sack on his back and clothed in a red coat this time with tubes. Knives only gazed at me before saying, "Don't follow us either. Who knows what might happen to you then without us." He adjusted his jacket and pulled his gloves on, an outfit that papa said he wore more when he traveled in the outside world. I didn't know that was the last time I would see of them.
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After a few months, I eventually gave up staying in Eden and went against my father's wishes for once. I packed up a few things and went to the outer world. It took me twenty years of searching before I passed out at a town.
My hair was full of sand and my clothes worn away, a nun told me when she found me in December. I kept on mumbling about my sister and my fathers when she took me in. I spent twenty-five years in the orphanage with the other human children, and learned a great deal about humans and their beliefs. Eventually, I became so good in assimilating into their culture; I went through the rites of being a bishop. It was only more of an experience on humans to me. The only issue is that staying in the outer world for so long caused my mind to branch out into two different personas, not as extreme as my sister, but still no better none of the less. The personality I have now is my more humane one along with the knowledge I have from my creators. The other one...is probably my hatred of human beings and what they did to us. It's also my more ancient side, since I pushed all of my learning about plants and what not to the side of my mind. Its slowly merging with my humane side, but I still have conflicts with both of them.
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Tanto's head lay in his arms, eyes half closed and dejected, as he told his past to the Man group. All of them except Maria stood agape and shocked, even the stone faced Soba.
"So you are related to the great Knives in a way." The girl's voice showed glee and wonder.
"You lived with Vash and Knives? The Vash and Knives mom used to talk about?! Wait...if you lived ten years in Eden and spent twenty years looking for Villie, and twenty five in December...that means you are fifty five!" Mich had a hard time trying to get this all in his head.
"Wow...so that's why I had that feeling...you are related to Ericks!" Lea's young face brighten at the though of meeting someone like the man her mom used to talk about.
The bishop's sea green eyes flashed. "I have no idea what happened to my sister now. I suspected she suffered from schizophrenia, but this case of it is very extreme. My sibling is stronger than that, or that's what I thought." He wanted to know what happened to July forty five years ago and the wear bouts of his creators. He now understood why he accepted this case in the first place; subconsciously he sought out to help his sister in her unstable state. This is the only good lead he had in forty-five years.
"Why did it take you so long to find your sister?" Louis listened to his story with interest. He couldn't believe his sister was right with her feeling.
"I couldn't teleport like she could. She appeared to disappear like the wind by teleporting from town to town. It didn't help that I also forgot about her in a way."
"So Villie's other persona is Bloody Villie that formed after her experience with humans and is a sort of hatred that she had for them?" Madison wanted to know about the woman she made friends with in July. She knew that Villie wasn't really a killer; that something else is influencing her.
Tanto nodded his head. "She never saw or experienced humans besides stories and tales, so when she did, it formed a hatred in her that branched out to become another part of her mind now. But at the time, she seemed to control it and only needed more help and reassurance. Now, I think something else happened to her that caused it to become like this."
"Well, we'll find out eventually right guys?" Michm turned to the Man group who gave out wild various responses.
"I don't know. Ms. Villie's other side is pretty dark. What happens if she kills us or ends up like that Knives man?"
"Villie should be helped anyway she can since she is Erick's kid!"
"...A child like that must have the power of the fifth moon.... just like her creator."
"Soba you are afraid aren't you? I knew you were a coward!"
Most of them went into a heated argument and Tanto rose up. "Ok you guys don't have to join me if you don't want to. It's my problem so I will take care of it. Now you understand my mission and why I have to do this till the very end."
"Don't worry bossman, I'll help you out, since you helped us out." Madison grinned at him and gave him a thumbs up.
"I said I would see you to the end in this, and the planet won't have peace if your sister runs around unstable."
"I want to find out more about plants so I won't become ignorant and pass that on to my children, like my mom did to me and my brother. She wanted us to treat everything equal" Lea hugged Louis' arm and nudged him.
"What? I'm going too...I don't want you to be killed without me, and I actually want to see the legendary Vash the Stampede."
"Maybe being around you I could get a more understanding about my swordsmanship and what I could do to improve it."
"You're not human and you are like the great Knives in a way...I don't have anything else so why not?"
"Well its unanimous then!" Michm smirked at the clergyman. "You have to take us with you!"
Tanto let out a huff of breath and nodded. "Fine, since you keep on pestering me. Let's go find her then. Michm, do you know the where bouts of her?"
"I'm close, but it's not that good, since I never actually found a person as conclusive as her."
"Well don't worry, since I...no we will all help you on this."
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Yeah this is the longest part that I have typed up! Whew...from here on, the chapters will be better and more action packed, instead of sadness, (this part makes me feel bad every time.)
I know it's been a while from the update, but three parts are better than one hmmm?
Next episode: Hmm...a relative of Legato that wants to create another Gun ho Guns and Villie earns a job as a singer. This person seems to want our poor protagonist/antagonist