.You cannot Love. part 2

Don't Own Trigun, Wish I did, blah-blah-blah, all named characters so far belong to Mr. Nightow except dear Mr. Mannas Kenar Halthorin (you steal him you die!)

This chapter show's Vash up as a bit of an immature idiot near the end, but well, sometimes he is really, isn't he. Also It introduces Mannas and gives you an Idea of what's going on around the town

Ok, I hope you like it and please R&R If you can... and If you cant bad luck because if you don't I'll hunt you down and steal your toothbrush!

Vash shot up into a sitting position, his breathing was rapid and fast, his heart pounding and he was sticky with a layer of cold, sweat. He's had another dream, Knives … Rem. His past had a habit of haunting him wherever he went.

He rubbed his forehead, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed before getting to his feet. He leaned out the window, breathing in the fresh air, feeling the coolness of the desert night against his skin.

Absently, he scanned the view once again glancing at the top left window. To his surprise not only was the mattress gone and the window open, but a girl was sitting in the window frame, One thin leg hanging down whilst the other she hugged to her chest. From what Vash could see her eyes where probably closed but her flicky dark hair shined oddly in the moonlight waving gently in the breeze.

He picked out all this information with a quick glance, his trained eyes skimming over other things now, the way the town looked different under moonlight. The way the buildings looked squat and bulky… but his mind strayed back onto the peculiar girl who could still see from the corner of his eye. After a moment he saw her slip down and land lightly on the ground before melting into the darkness.

With difficulty he soon managed to shut his thoughts down before going back to bed, pulling a rough cotton sheet over himself half-heartedly, falling slowly back to sleep…

Millie stood beside Meryl in the sheriff's office, It had been a long morning especially seeing as she had spent all last night writing one of her massive letters, but for her, it was well worth the effort but she suffered now feeling really sleepy and only half listening to the conversation.

"- We only found it awhile ago but Mrs. McGrath says she saw the boy last night so he couldn't have been dead that long…-"

Dead! Her focus homed in on the conversation and she began to listen.

"- Anyway we found him by the Tavern with half his neck mauled off… like a beast had done it… It was horrible The little kid who found him probably wont be the same .. hah nasty shock! For the little scamp…-"

"Mauled off!" Said Millie, her heat sinking like a stone sending a sharp, cold, ache into her stomach. "Well …Yes weren't you listening Millie?" Mumbled Meryl. "This is why you should write a smaller letter…".

The Sheriff looked at them both with an inquiring expression.

"Don't even ask" groaned Meryl as Millie yawned widely. "Well that's the only thing that's happened around here for a long, long time" Explained the Sheriff rubbing his moustache. "This Town was usually a happy, sleepy little place, until about a week ago when that damned sand-steamer came by with all those queer folk and them strange traders."

Millie's mind buzzed with thought's full of dread.

Had it spread to here?

Whats happening?

But then it began to wander off again as she fought the overpowering urge to sleep, still the thoughts niggled at the very back of her mind.

To Millie, the rest of the time spent in the sheriff's office was a blur until they left.

Meryl wiped her forehead as they left the shrif's building, she was beginning to feel the heat and these disturbing tidings scrambled her thoughts.

"I need a drink, lets go to the pub Millie…" "Yeah, Its really hot for this time of the yea-"

Millie's sentence was cut off by three gunshots coming from the direction off the Bar, The girls ran towards the sound instinctively. "I'll kill him if he breaks anything!" Roared Meryl.

As if on cue There was a sound of something big smashing against glass and another four or five gunshot sounded from the pub. As they skidded to a halt in front of the pub Vash ran out screaming through the double doors leaving them swinging madly, before hiding behind Meryl and Millie.

Meryl turned around slowly to face him, steaming with anger. "Was this you?" She growled through gritted teeth.

"No, honest, I was just having a drink! and then this man, shot at this girl and threw some glass thing at her, then she got really angry, and threw a table and it nearly hit me, then the guy, shot at the girl again and then, I ran outside." Vash blurted out so fast Meryl nearly couldn't understand him. His face shined with innocence. "Honest, cross my heat and hope to die." "If only we were so lucky" growled Meryl unsure.

As they began to swap insults Millie's attention was drawn to a short figure, clad in all black with a large hat and a huge trench coat, with a high collar, walk out and head down the road. Millie was astounded that anyone could be wearing such heavy black clothing in this staggering heat. Her eyes widened as the girl stopped in front of an inn and turned looking her directly and coldly in the eye before walking through, slamming the door behind her.

It wasn't until the strange person had gone that Millie's sleepy brain registered the fact that the person might have been in the bar, but it was to late to say anything by then.

Her attention was shattered when Meryl grabbed her sleeve and pulled her into the bar.

There where a few people cowering behind upturned tables looking over the top of them uncertainly and a man lying limply across the counter with a deep green cape on. "Are you alright sir?" asked Millie timidly walking over with Meryl trailing behind followed by Vash.

The man slowly sat up and looked her in the eye. He had light blue hair which stuck out at odd angles under his black hat and his eyes where a staggering gold in the iris. Millie was quiet taken aback by his features, she hadn't seen golden eyes before.

"I'm sorry to have alarmed you ladies" he said softly wincing as he inspected his arm. He slowly pulled up his deep blue sleeve with care, to reveal his arm, sticking out at an unnatural angle. Blood was also dripping from his leg.

Vash walked over next to Meryl and looked over her shoulder. "What's going on- AGH!" he said looking closer. Meryl was the first to act. "You need help, sir! Please, lean on me and my friend and we'll help you to a nurse. The man laughed awkwardly. "Its only a flesh wound, anyway, I've had worse." He winced and let out a gasp as he tried to sit up further.

"Sir I agree with Miss Meryl, you do need help" Said Millie with a worried expression. "That's true but I couldn't lean on you to ladies I'm much to heavy and-"

Vash moved over and pulled the man's good arm over his shoulder helping him up. "Don't worry about it! and even if you've had worse, you still need help little buddy- Gah! your really heavy Mr. sir!" He exclaimed as they walked out towards the little hospital across town. The one that Vash had made note of yesterday.

Millie giggled. "Mr. Vash look at his weapon! its bigger than yours. Its probably what's so heavy." The man winced as he unhooked it from his belt with his good arm, handing it to her. "It's a Crossbow, not a gun…" He explained.

Vash sighed happily. "Now your ten times lighter! Hahahah"

Meryl rolled her eyes. "What happened anyway Mr. … erm… sir?" The man chuckled again winced slightly as he did so. "I am Mannas Kenar Halthorin. … and I … I had a table thrown at me." He explained sheepishly

"See, I told you so." Sniggered Vash childishly.

"Shut up you" said Meryl whacking him on the back of the head.

"Ow I'm holding an injured man here!"

"Oops sorry Mr. Halthorin."

"Call me Mannas please-"

"How come he gets an apology?"

"Because you're a blubbering idiot, anyway I've been wanting to do that for ages heh heh hehh…"

"Hey!"…

"…!"

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