Ok, sorry I've been so slow lately. I haven't really wanted to write this until now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun, all characters and associations to the show belong to its respective owner. Iris, Blake, Kira, and Ryu are copyrighted to me. So is this main thing we like to pretend is the plot.
Chapter 2
Y'know, sometimes you can look at a situation and say, Hell yeah! You know that when you walk away, you'll have gained something.
Other situations, however, you can look at and say, damn. You know you'll come out on top, but not completely unscathed.
And, some times, you just wanna yell. You don't care what you say, but you just have to scream to voice your anger. In these cases, you find yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place.
That's where I was now. The hard place: Vash and Iris, and everything we had worked so hard to protect. The rock: the beautiful women sitting across the table glaring at me......
Kira sat across from Blake, watching him, her skin almost green with disgust. Vash and Iris sat on either side of the boy, and Kira's father sat beside her.
No one dared say anything.
"Anyone want a donut?" His question was ignored.
Iris spoke next. "Nick, it's good to see you, but are sure that our son didn't make all those stories up?"
"I'm sorry Iris, but I know he couldn't have made them up. They were too realistic, too deep. Or maybe I could be wrong."
Iris looked at Blake. He had his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and he looked just like his father...
Iris rubbed his head, waking him from his slumber. He looked around groggily, unsure of where he was, although he had only been asleep for no more than five minutes.
He stared at her, his gaze unnaturally cold. Iris smiled, knowing what he was thinking. She could do that, she knew the men in her life so well, they both had one-track minds. For Vash, it was food, her, and Blake. For Blake, it was drinking, girls, and food. Nothing else. She and Vash would never matter to him. Considering the circumstances.
She broke Blake's gaze as she turned to Nick. She wasn't sure what to tell him. It was a delicate situation. He had explained that he was sheriff, and there was a bit of a bounty building up on her son. Not for deaths, but for property damage. Mainly machinery. As Blake's mother, Iris would never let him go to jail, not if she could help, the last thing she needed was him hating her for something else.
Iris linked her fingers and rested her chin upon her hand. She spoke slowly, carefully. "Where is Ryu?"
Nick looked down at his drink for a long moment. He was unsure of what to say. How could he tell her now. He should have told her when it happened, but he never could catch up with Vash and Iris.
"She passed away 14 years ago."
Iris felt her breath escape her. She couldn't understand. 14 years ago? That would have been when Blake was two, just six years after they split up. Iris had missed her sister all these years, and she had hoped so much that she would be able to see her again. But now all that hope had left her. Vash got up and pulled her gently from her chair. "Excuse us."
Blake was left alone with his "cousin" and his "uncle." The tension in the room grew as he received death glares from both Kira and Nicholas.
Kira stood up suddenly, startling both men. "I'm leaving before I puke."
Nick went back to staring at Blake.
"Can you blame me?" Nick looked startled. What did he just say? Could he?
"If you think that's a compliment or it in anyway makes things better, you got a lot to learn kid." He calmly took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, looked at Blake as the boy gave him pleading eyes, and turned to leave.
Blake got his head out of the gutter for one moment. "Wait! Where can we find you? I know Vash and Iris seem to like you."
Nick blinked for a moment. Why didn't he just call them mom and dad? He never would understand the younger generation, something he regretted.
He sighed, then grabbed a pen and paper off the counter top. He scribbled down an address and laid the paper down in front of Blake. He put up his hand in a symbolic 'goodbye,' and proceeded out the door.
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun, all characters and associations to the show belong to its respective owner. Iris, Blake, Kira, and Ryu are copyrighted to me. So is this main thing we like to pretend is the plot.
Chapter 2
Y'know, sometimes you can look at a situation and say, Hell yeah! You know that when you walk away, you'll have gained something.
Other situations, however, you can look at and say, damn. You know you'll come out on top, but not completely unscathed.
And, some times, you just wanna yell. You don't care what you say, but you just have to scream to voice your anger. In these cases, you find yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place.
That's where I was now. The hard place: Vash and Iris, and everything we had worked so hard to protect. The rock: the beautiful women sitting across the table glaring at me......
Kira sat across from Blake, watching him, her skin almost green with disgust. Vash and Iris sat on either side of the boy, and Kira's father sat beside her.
No one dared say anything.
"Anyone want a donut?" His question was ignored.
Iris spoke next. "Nick, it's good to see you, but are sure that our son didn't make all those stories up?"
"I'm sorry Iris, but I know he couldn't have made them up. They were too realistic, too deep. Or maybe I could be wrong."
Iris looked at Blake. He had his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and he looked just like his father...
Iris rubbed his head, waking him from his slumber. He looked around groggily, unsure of where he was, although he had only been asleep for no more than five minutes.
He stared at her, his gaze unnaturally cold. Iris smiled, knowing what he was thinking. She could do that, she knew the men in her life so well, they both had one-track minds. For Vash, it was food, her, and Blake. For Blake, it was drinking, girls, and food. Nothing else. She and Vash would never matter to him. Considering the circumstances.
She broke Blake's gaze as she turned to Nick. She wasn't sure what to tell him. It was a delicate situation. He had explained that he was sheriff, and there was a bit of a bounty building up on her son. Not for deaths, but for property damage. Mainly machinery. As Blake's mother, Iris would never let him go to jail, not if she could help, the last thing she needed was him hating her for something else.
Iris linked her fingers and rested her chin upon her hand. She spoke slowly, carefully. "Where is Ryu?"
Nick looked down at his drink for a long moment. He was unsure of what to say. How could he tell her now. He should have told her when it happened, but he never could catch up with Vash and Iris.
"She passed away 14 years ago."
Iris felt her breath escape her. She couldn't understand. 14 years ago? That would have been when Blake was two, just six years after they split up. Iris had missed her sister all these years, and she had hoped so much that she would be able to see her again. But now all that hope had left her. Vash got up and pulled her gently from her chair. "Excuse us."
Blake was left alone with his "cousin" and his "uncle." The tension in the room grew as he received death glares from both Kira and Nicholas.
Kira stood up suddenly, startling both men. "I'm leaving before I puke."
Nick went back to staring at Blake.
"Can you blame me?" Nick looked startled. What did he just say? Could he?
"If you think that's a compliment or it in anyway makes things better, you got a lot to learn kid." He calmly took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, looked at Blake as the boy gave him pleading eyes, and turned to leave.
Blake got his head out of the gutter for one moment. "Wait! Where can we find you? I know Vash and Iris seem to like you."
Nick blinked for a moment. Why didn't he just call them mom and dad? He never would understand the younger generation, something he regretted.
He sighed, then grabbed a pen and paper off the counter top. He scribbled down an address and laid the paper down in front of Blake. He put up his hand in a symbolic 'goodbye,' and proceeded out the door.