Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun no matter how much I wish I did. Maybe one day I will get the rights to it as a Christmas present. Sigh
A/N: I did this story as a request from my friend Becca. Yay! T.T On to the story. --Is tired and bitchy--
Chapter 1: The Setup.
She wished she had never gotten out of bed this morning. It was New Year's eve. For some reason, she had always found this holiday depressing, even if she had no reason to.
Meryl Stryfe sat at her desk trying to get the last of her paperwork done before the big 'party'. The young girl massaged the bridge of her nose, sensing that a headache was soon on its way.
It wasn't that she didn't like the thought of a party...it was more of the fact some of the people at the party would end up doing a lot of things they would regret in the morning. Not only that, but there would be a certain person there, who, for lack of a better word, she hated.
Meryl tried once again to focus on the pile of papers before her. Hopefully, she would be able to sneak up to her room during the party and take a little nap without anyone noticing.
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"Mr.Vash?"
"Hmm?"
"You've been avoiding my question, Mr.Vash..."
"No I haven't...I already told you the answer, Millie."
"Don't you try and pull a fast one on me... You know as well as I that you haven't given me an answer yet." Millie grinned. If it took her all day, she would get the answer out of him. She already knew the answer, but she needed to hear it from his lips. She decided to ask him one more time.
"Well, are you going to do it at midnight, like Wolfwood and I suggested you do?"
"I already told you Millie. I don't know..."
"Come on, Mr.Vash! What is holding you back?"
Vash suddenly found his shoe laces very interesting as he shook his head slightly. He and Millie were in the kitchen preparing for the big New Years Party.
"I'm gonna go to the Store to pick up some stuff. Do you need anything?" Vash asked grabbing his coat.
"Hmm...Let's see. Oh! We need some toothpicks for the appetizers." Millie told Vash, who at the moment was only half listening. She smiled at the dazed expression he gave her before he stepped out of the door. It was obvious he had things on his mind other than toothpicks. She almost audibly squealed as she thought of the events tonight would bring. Hopefully, Vash would follow through with the plan...for his sake, and another's.
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Signature: Meryl Stryfe
Date: 12-31-04
Finally done! She had been sitting there for another hour before she had finished all he paperwork. She hated having to do all of these lengthy reports for the insurance company, but it was a, 'necessary evil', as Millie so eloquentaly put it.
Meryl looked out of the dusty window to the right of her desk. The only thing she saw was sand, as far as the eye could see. After a few moments of staring dazily out the window, she pushed her wooden chair back from the desk and stood. She yawned and stretched before walking over to her bed and plopping down on it. She looked around the small room, it wasn't much, but at the time it was all they could afford. She and Millie stayed in one room while Vash stayed in the other room.
Speaking of Vash, she could have sworn she heard him coming up the stairs, to bother her no doubt. She closed her eyes wishing that people would just leave her alone and let her sleep
-Knock, Knock-
No such luck.
"Meryl? You alive in there?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Vash. Come in."
She heard the door knob rattle before she saw Vash step into the room.
"You look a little tired Meryl." Vash said pulling her wooden chair from her desk and sitting in it so that the back of the chair was in front of him.
Meryl just rolled over, effectively letting Vash know that she wanted to be left alone.
"Well, if you want to help decorate for the party, we'll be downstairs." Vash frowned slighty before getting up from the chair and leaving the room, shutting the door in his wake.
Meryl sighed and the rolled over so that she was laying on her side with her elbow proping her head up. She didn't mean to be such a bitch sometimes, but he just didn't seem to come at the right times. The only time he showed up was when she wanted to be alone. She closed her eyes and tried to at least relax before all the 'fun' began.
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'Now where is that old box?'
Millie thought, biting her lower lip. Last time she saw it, it was in the cupboard under the stairs. Walking over to the side of the stairs, she began to tug at the slighly rusted handle until it finally came undone and the door creaked open. She reached up and pulled a cord dangling from ceiling. A tallow tint covered everything in the small space as the light above clicked on.
After a few moments of moving boxes around and sneezing, Millie finally found what she was looking for, before she retreated back to the kitchen for some fresh air with the big boxed nestled tightly in her arms. She set the box on the kitchen table before opening a drawer beside the stove, and pulling a small key from it depths. She moved around to the front of the box and pushed the key inside the lock. She turned the key until she heard click, letting her know that it had been unlocked. Gingerly, she removed the lock and placed it on the table beside the wooden crate.
Millie nearly squealed with excitement as she oppened the crate and look inside.
Just what she had been looking for... grandpa's old record player and record collection. Surely, this little baby who come in handy tonight.
She quickly looked over some of the records in the box, picking put a few goods and making a mental not to play themat the party. She continued to look throught the records until she found one that put a smile on her lips. This record would be PERFECT for tonight's plan. Millie chuckled to herself as Vash walked back down the stairs to once again help her with the preparations.
What fun tonight's events would hold.
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A/N: Sorry for such a short first chapter... But I didn't want to do too much in the first chapter. Basically it was to just setup the party and part of the plot... hehe. Ahem. Please forgive any spelling errors and/or grammatical errors, I was kind of limited to the amount of time I had to write this. Please review! I like to know if my story was alright or not.. thanks! So yeah.... on to Chapter 2!