Title: The Cold Light Of Darkness
Summary: When Meryl looks at Vash she sees who he really is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or any of the characters in it.
Rating: G
A/N: My first Trigun fic and I've only seen up to 'Vash the Stampede' so it may be a little OOC, it's set at the end of the episode 'Diablo' and is Meryl's POV.
When he turns around and I see his eyes for the first time I have to repress the urge to scream. They're dark, yet shining with rage. It suddenly dawns on me that the man before me isn't the accident-prone, doughnut loving pain in the ass we've been following. He's Vash the Stampede. The humanoid typhoon.
Until now I still wasn't totally convinced that Vash was the Vash, but staring in to the empty depths of his burning eyes I know who he is. I've always thought that he survived off pure dumb luck, with maybe a little skill thrown in, but I see him for who he really is now.
He doesn't kill. That always bothered me. The stories, the rumours, the legend of Vash the Stampede, I couldn't believe it originated from him. How could someone get a sixty billion double dollar reward put on his head without killing anyone?
Tonight I've got my answer. The Vash I met seemed innocent and maybe even valiant, but like everyone he has a past. I tear my gaze from his eyes to look down at his hands and can almost see the blood he must see there every day.
I look back in to his eyes and his expression turns darker as he realizes I know what he's done in his enigmatic past. The man who appears as though he wouldn't harm a flea has taken human life. Maybe that's why he's so careful when he fights. Why he never resorts to ending someone's life even when his own is at risk. I don't get the chance to ask him.
He goes to walk off, and Milly goes to follow, my feet start to move by themselves, following my companion's lead but his protests stop us dead in our tracks. I know Milly is scared, because I know I'm shaking inside. I'm actually scared of Vash! That bumbling air head has changed before our eyes.
He's no longer the mellow, flirtatious dim wit I used to think he was. I see him in his true light now and I know I'll never see him how he was again. I wish the light of truth had never came.
Fin.