Disclaimer: Trigun's not mine! But oh how I wish it were.....
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A/N: Ok, I've decided to start writing longer chapters with fewer updates. School needs my attention too (or at least, that's what I've been told). Hopefully, the chapters will be of higher quality this way, too.
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Desert Sands
By: Batbabe
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Chapter 4
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Vash's ears were still ringing.
He certainly hadn't expected that kind of welcome from Meryl. After she had gotten over her shock and saw Knives, she practically exploded. Her voice had reached decibels that were previously unknown to man (and plant) kind. It was a wonder that all the glass in the house hadn't shattered. Maybe she hadn't missed him that much after all.
Vash looked down at his brother sleeping peacefully on the small bed. /It's about the only thing he does peacefully/ Vash mused. He reached down and pulled the blanket up to his brother's chin and let out a small sigh. Rehabilitating Knives was going to be quite a job, one that Vash wasn't sure he could handle. He loved his twin, even after all of the horrible atrocities he had committed, but he was still unsure about just how redeemable he was. On the outside, Vash was more than confident that his brother could become a normal, non-killing member of society. But on the inside, even he had his doubts as to whether or not that was possible.
He sighed again and turned to leave the room. It was late, but he was still hungry and was not yet ready to go to sleep. Maybe he could find something good in the kitchen, since dinner had been less then easygoing, to say the least.....
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Meryl stared up at the ceiling for much longer than she had planned. She still couldn't believe that Vash was back, under this very roof.
"Damn him." She muttered to herself. How dare he come back and just expect everything to be ok? Especially when you considered that he brought that demonic brother of his with him. He just assumed that the girls wanted to have a vicious murderer in their house. "Idiot."
/At least he came home alive. You should at least be happy about that./ she told herself silently. And she was happy he had come back....back to her. She thanked God that he wasn't seriously hurt either. He had been wounded, of course, but Milly had helped to clean his wounds. She had to because Meryl didn't think that she could get that close to him without shaking like a leaf. So she had opted to take care of Knives, as much as she was loath to.
Vash had then carried Knives up to the tiny extra room at the end of the upstairs hall. Milly moved into Meryl's room, letting Vash take hers. Dinner had been...uneasy....with the awkward silences and eye contact avoidance. Of course, it probably wouldn't have been that way had Meryl not flew off the handle at the sight of Knives on their couch. Knives was certainly making the situation harder than it had to be, and he wasn't even awake yet!
Meryl sighed and rolled over on the bed. /Laying here thinking about it isn't going to make it better. Just be glad that Vash is back and leave it at that./ She told herself, but she didn't listen. She rarely listened when anyone told her what to do.....
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Milly let out a large yawn as she stretched out of bed the next morning. The sun was shining brightly into the rather small room, illuminating everything.
Milly looked over to her partner's bed, seeing it empty and made already. That wasn't unusual though, Meryl was always up and about before Milly. She slipped on her fuzzy yellow slippers and headed downstairs to get something for breakfast. She could faintly smell something cooking, but she wasn't sure what it was. /Maybe it's pancakes!/ she smiled to herself. Her partner was a very good cook, especially when she was cooking breakfast.
As she walked into the kitchen, she saw Meryl sitting at the small table, drinking a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Ma'am!" She said cheerfully. The shorter woman looked up from her drink and smiled back slightly. "Did you sleep well, Meryl?"
"Alright, I guess." was all she said as she looked back down to her cup.
Milly shrugged slightly, not wanting to pry, and fixed herself a cup of coffee and a plate of blueberry pancakes. She smiled inwardly when she glanced down at the pan. Meryl knew that blueberry pancakes were her favorite, and Milly greatly appreciated that her friend was so thoughtful towards her.
"Has Mr. Vash been up yet?" Milly asked as she came to the table and sat down to eat.
Meryl's head shot up at the mention of the outlaw's name.
"Not that I know of, but you know Vash! He won't be up until after one!" She laughed nervously, "So, how are you feeling today? Did you sleep well?"
Milly didn't particularly like it when Meryl tried to change the subject like that, especially when it was so obvious to everyone but her just how much she cared about the gunman. She sighed inwardly and chose to ignore it. Again.
"I slept very well. My bed is very comfortable and your room is much warmer at night then mine." She replied happily as she heaped a forkfull of delicious pancake into her mouth. What she said was partially true. The room was slightly warmer which made for a more comfortable rest, but she had dreamt about him again. Nicholas was never far from her mind.
"Milly? What's wrong?" came her friend's voice, slightly worried. Milly realized that her face had dropped slightly at the thought of the man in black.
"I'm fine, Ma'am. I was just thinking was all." she told her, plastering the smile back on her face.
"Thinking can be rather dangerous, in my experience anyway." Vash pronounced from the doorway, a big grin on his face.
"Oh, Mr. Vash! You're up earlier than we thought you would be!" Milly said in her usual disposition.
"It is rare for you to be up before noon, Vash." Meryl murmured from her side of the table as the blonde practically bounced over to the food on the stove. There was an odd look on her face as she watched him start to stuff himself right there, one of disgust and....endearment.
When he noticed both the insurance girls staring at him, he stopped, "Hey, what's wrong? A humanoid typhoon has to eat too ya know!"
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A/N: Boy, it felt good to write something longer than a couple of paragraphs. I know it's not much longer, but hey, I'm working on it. ;) I think that I might be able to put out another chapter this weekend. That is, if I get inspired. I'll try my best! Please R&R!
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A/N: Ok, I've decided to start writing longer chapters with fewer updates. School needs my attention too (or at least, that's what I've been told). Hopefully, the chapters will be of higher quality this way, too.
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Desert Sands
By: Batbabe
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Chapter 4
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Vash's ears were still ringing.
He certainly hadn't expected that kind of welcome from Meryl. After she had gotten over her shock and saw Knives, she practically exploded. Her voice had reached decibels that were previously unknown to man (and plant) kind. It was a wonder that all the glass in the house hadn't shattered. Maybe she hadn't missed him that much after all.
Vash looked down at his brother sleeping peacefully on the small bed. /It's about the only thing he does peacefully/ Vash mused. He reached down and pulled the blanket up to his brother's chin and let out a small sigh. Rehabilitating Knives was going to be quite a job, one that Vash wasn't sure he could handle. He loved his twin, even after all of the horrible atrocities he had committed, but he was still unsure about just how redeemable he was. On the outside, Vash was more than confident that his brother could become a normal, non-killing member of society. But on the inside, even he had his doubts as to whether or not that was possible.
He sighed again and turned to leave the room. It was late, but he was still hungry and was not yet ready to go to sleep. Maybe he could find something good in the kitchen, since dinner had been less then easygoing, to say the least.....
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Meryl stared up at the ceiling for much longer than she had planned. She still couldn't believe that Vash was back, under this very roof.
"Damn him." She muttered to herself. How dare he come back and just expect everything to be ok? Especially when you considered that he brought that demonic brother of his with him. He just assumed that the girls wanted to have a vicious murderer in their house. "Idiot."
/At least he came home alive. You should at least be happy about that./ she told herself silently. And she was happy he had come back....back to her. She thanked God that he wasn't seriously hurt either. He had been wounded, of course, but Milly had helped to clean his wounds. She had to because Meryl didn't think that she could get that close to him without shaking like a leaf. So she had opted to take care of Knives, as much as she was loath to.
Vash had then carried Knives up to the tiny extra room at the end of the upstairs hall. Milly moved into Meryl's room, letting Vash take hers. Dinner had been...uneasy....with the awkward silences and eye contact avoidance. Of course, it probably wouldn't have been that way had Meryl not flew off the handle at the sight of Knives on their couch. Knives was certainly making the situation harder than it had to be, and he wasn't even awake yet!
Meryl sighed and rolled over on the bed. /Laying here thinking about it isn't going to make it better. Just be glad that Vash is back and leave it at that./ She told herself, but she didn't listen. She rarely listened when anyone told her what to do.....
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Milly let out a large yawn as she stretched out of bed the next morning. The sun was shining brightly into the rather small room, illuminating everything.
Milly looked over to her partner's bed, seeing it empty and made already. That wasn't unusual though, Meryl was always up and about before Milly. She slipped on her fuzzy yellow slippers and headed downstairs to get something for breakfast. She could faintly smell something cooking, but she wasn't sure what it was. /Maybe it's pancakes!/ she smiled to herself. Her partner was a very good cook, especially when she was cooking breakfast.
As she walked into the kitchen, she saw Meryl sitting at the small table, drinking a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Ma'am!" She said cheerfully. The shorter woman looked up from her drink and smiled back slightly. "Did you sleep well, Meryl?"
"Alright, I guess." was all she said as she looked back down to her cup.
Milly shrugged slightly, not wanting to pry, and fixed herself a cup of coffee and a plate of blueberry pancakes. She smiled inwardly when she glanced down at the pan. Meryl knew that blueberry pancakes were her favorite, and Milly greatly appreciated that her friend was so thoughtful towards her.
"Has Mr. Vash been up yet?" Milly asked as she came to the table and sat down to eat.
Meryl's head shot up at the mention of the outlaw's name.
"Not that I know of, but you know Vash! He won't be up until after one!" She laughed nervously, "So, how are you feeling today? Did you sleep well?"
Milly didn't particularly like it when Meryl tried to change the subject like that, especially when it was so obvious to everyone but her just how much she cared about the gunman. She sighed inwardly and chose to ignore it. Again.
"I slept very well. My bed is very comfortable and your room is much warmer at night then mine." She replied happily as she heaped a forkfull of delicious pancake into her mouth. What she said was partially true. The room was slightly warmer which made for a more comfortable rest, but she had dreamt about him again. Nicholas was never far from her mind.
"Milly? What's wrong?" came her friend's voice, slightly worried. Milly realized that her face had dropped slightly at the thought of the man in black.
"I'm fine, Ma'am. I was just thinking was all." she told her, plastering the smile back on her face.
"Thinking can be rather dangerous, in my experience anyway." Vash pronounced from the doorway, a big grin on his face.
"Oh, Mr. Vash! You're up earlier than we thought you would be!" Milly said in her usual disposition.
"It is rare for you to be up before noon, Vash." Meryl murmured from her side of the table as the blonde practically bounced over to the food on the stove. There was an odd look on her face as she watched him start to stuff himself right there, one of disgust and....endearment.
When he noticed both the insurance girls staring at him, he stopped, "Hey, what's wrong? A humanoid typhoon has to eat too ya know!"
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A/N: Boy, it felt good to write something longer than a couple of paragraphs. I know it's not much longer, but hey, I'm working on it. ;) I think that I might be able to put out another chapter this weekend. That is, if I get inspired. I'll try my best! Please R&R!
