Faery Goddyss: Yeah, writing a story where Knives wins does hurt my brain...because that means that everyone has to die...and why drag it out? You know? The utter destruction of a planet in 300 words or less. No updates because...well...Vash blows everything up. Maybe if I think of a good plot, I'll start a longer one. It is kind of intriguing to write something that you know is only going to go downhill.

Aine of Knockaine: Yeah, when Vash wins, I tend to be more optimistic about the outcome :)

Igbogal: TOO MUCH PRESSURE:) Just start writing! I think drabbles would be pretty hard to start out with.

xheartmehorrid: Glad you liked it. There is so much room in the Trigun universe for creepiness. You know what is crazy? Sometimes I read these fanfics and I think, "These people who write these are just normal humans, usually girls, but the crazy shit they write, it can chill me to the bone." Kind of makes you wonder...

"MERYL! I NEED HELP!" Vash looked desperately around him to find the small insurance girl. She suddenly appeared, leaning against the doorframe to his bedroom.

"What is it now? Can't you just use your toes?" She looked exasperated. How long was this going to go on?

"It's not about counting! I need your help REMEMBERING!" He paced the room back and forth. "Okay, first, there was Monev. Then I fought E. G. Mine. Then there was Rai Dei the Blade..."

Meryl's eye twitched. "Don't forget about that woman..."

Vash hit himself upside the head and his voice got deeper. "Dominique the Cyclops...how could I forget..." His eyes looked a little dreamy until the sudden tap tap tapping of Meryl's boot against the synthetic wood floor pulled him out of his thought. "Right, right. Okay...how many is that?"

"Four, Vash. It's only four."

"GAH! It's so hard to count under pressure!" He tried to get ahold of himself. "Alright. Then there was Leonof the Puppetmaster and Gray the Ninelives. Sheesh! What a nightmare!"

"Yes, and there was that weird bullet guy...Happy? Hoppy?" Meryl laughed at herself a little. This was like trying to remember the seven dwarves.

"Hoppered the Gauntlet," Vash corrected her. He looked hopefully at her. "Okay, now how many was that?"

Meryl looked annoyed at him. "You mean you're not keeping track?" When he shook his head no, she sighed, counting quickly on her fingers. "It's only seven. There are 5 more."

Vash put his hands to his head and cried, "Will it ever end? This is the real eternal suffering!" He kept pacing. "Alright. There was Chapel the Evergreen, and Caine the Longshot...Now we're up to 9." He stopped pacing and looked up at the sky. "Who else...who else..."

"Mmmm..." Meryl hummed. "Midvalley. What a fox." Meryl laughed at the incredulous look Vash was giving her. "I'm just kidding!"

Vash started pacing again. "ANYWAY... Zazie the Beast was one of them. What are we up to now?"

"Eleven. There's just one more."

"Well, who was the twelfth? Was it Legato? I don't think it was. Was it Wolfwood? For some reason, I don't think he had a number. Plus, he basically spat in their faces..."

Meryl tapped a finger to her chin. "True, true... Well, do you have any other suggestions?" She suddenly looked up to meet the comically serious face on Vash the Stampede and immediately regretted asking.

"THERE!" He pointed on the bed. "She's been following me everywhere, knows my every move, and CAN SEE IN THE DARK!"

"Oh brother. Vash! I was working! Don't bother me unless it's something important." Meryl stomped out of the room.

"But Meryl," Vash whined, "I am serious! Don't you think it's creepy that she's always around?" Vash let his hand drop to his side out of frustration. He looked over at the bed. Inhuman yellow eyes looked back at him. "Well, am I right? What do you have to say for yourself?"

He only got one word in response:

"Nyao!"