Mizzy: Oh boy… I'm sorry I didn't have this on Sunday… I really should have. But the first week of school and all… and… ummmm yeah.
Let's just say… School sucks. A lot.
I don't think I'm going to do anymore witty character convos anymore.
Just a regular disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. Wish I did, but I don't. I'm far too unimaginative to own something as amazing as Trigun.
Oh and by the way…. This chapter goes out to ShadowDemon-Gengar
Go read her story "Blue Skies of Eden" and review…. Or just read all of her stories. And review. Because she's just so darn amazing.
Yup. Now on with the show.
Undiscovered AngelsKnives stared across the shooting range, gripping his black colt .45 in his hand tightly. Something was bothering him. What? Well, not even he knew at this point. He had thought that releasing some of his anger that his brother had caused by shooting would make him feel better. Apparently not, though.
As he reached into the pocket of his pants, he grabbed the extra bullets he kept in there just in case he felt like the first round wasn't enough. Just like now.
What was bothering him so much? Whatever it is, I think I'll kill it the next time it even speaks to me. Knives finished reloading his gun with this thought and turned towards the shooting range. He didn't feel like going and getting more bottles to shoot at. The only thing for miles was sand, sand and more sand, with the occasional dead body (or so he would like to think).
He could shoot at the side of the house, but the bullets would go through the wall, possibly injuring the person on the other side. One of Vash's spiders could be there. Oh how that thought pleased him. He pictured it. Innocently shooting at the wall, all the while knowing that the short, bossy woman was on the other side, but as Vash stepped out of the house to try and kill Knives, the ice blue eyed plant would just say it was an accident. Or not, and just smirk triumphantly and shoot his brother in the face.
No, he could never do that to Vash. Sure, his twin annoyed him with his pacifistic ways, but there was no need to kill him for it. Besides, he needed his brother to help create an Eden for the plants.
Not to mention that deep down, Knives loved his brother very much so. Not that he would ever admit it.
Anna stared at her sleeping sister. Tara. Her name was Tara, as the locket told her. Tears sprung in her eyes as she realized that she might never remember who they had been before.
Why did this have to happen to her and her sister?
Her pessimistic outlook on life began to rise from her memory banks that she wished she could open, making all of her past memories flow into her mind. She didn't want to stay here for long. She felt like a burden.
Again the question, Why her?
Vash stood at the desk across the room, soup on a tray in his hands, while the insurance girls hovered over Anna (though Meryl found this very hard to do).
Suddenly, a stir came from the blonde girl laying on the bed. Anna quickly grabbed her sister's hand and squeezed lightly, urging her to wake up. As silvery blue eyes opened, a yawn came from Tara as she stretched and looked at Anna. A smile graced her light pink lips as if to say 'hello'.
"Tara, say something," her sister urged, becoming impatient at Tara's lack of speech. Tara's smile became sad and she shook her head. Vash came over to the side of the bed with the tray still in his hands.
"Sit up, please," he requested, though it sounded like a command. Tara did as told and the tray was placed on her lap. "Hope you like it! Meryl's cooking isn't the best, but-" Vash received a hit over the head and he retreated back to the chair at the desk. Tara's smile reappeared as she nodded her head in thanks, metallic blue eyes laughing at the exchange between the two.
"Tara, why won't you talk?" Anna asked, pressing the subject. Tara just ignored her and began eating the soup, which she actually found amazingly wonderful. She didn't know what the tall blonde man was talking about. "Tara!" Anna's yell caused a new silence to envelop the room. Slurping came from the blonde, and after the soup disappeared from her spoon, she lowered it back into the bowl. Turning her head ever so slightly, she stared at her sister in an amused fashion. "Talk, Tara." A shake of her head and she went back to quietly slurping her soup.
"She won't talk because she is incapable of doing so," Vash spoke in a serious tone and Meryl turned to him.
"What do you mean 'incapable of doing so'?" the short woman queried and Vash stood, turning to face everyone once again.
"I mean, she can't. Something is blocking her ability to do so. Perhaps she's been traumatized… She probably CAN remember what happened, and because of it, cannot speak," he paused and scratched his head, "Something like that, at least."
Millie and Meryl nodded in understanding while Anna just gaped at him. "So… what can I do? Is there anything I can do? I mean…"
"Relax," he said in the most calming voice any of them had ever heard and though it was meant only for Anna, all of them did as told. "I'll try to do something about it, but… I can't promise results." Anna looked at her sister, who nodded her support of Vash.
"Please," Anna spoke the simple word and Vash smiled and turned back to Tara. He sat on the bed and stared at her. The room became awkwardly quiet.
Then, as Vash and Tara's breathing started to synchronize, Anna's became erratic. What's going on? She thought to herself, and a pain began to form in her head. First it was small, forming at the back of her head before it slowly built into a full migraine. She moaned, attracting Meryl and Millie's attention. The two women rushed over to the twin that was groaning from pain.
"Anna, what's wrong?" Meryl spoke in a smooth tone, one a mother might possess. Anna was now one the ground, leaning against the wall for support.
"Miss Anna, are you alright?" Millie's sweet voice reached Anna's ears and she realized she couldn't be in this room much longer if she wanted to feel any better. She quickly stood up, pushed through the insurance girls and ran out of the room, her footsteps loud on the stairs. The girls debated whether or not to follow her, but as Vash came out of his trance and Tara fell to the bed, they decided to find out what had just happened.
Knives was still standing, debating whether or not he should go inside and get more bottles to shoot at. Suddenly, he remembered that there was a human girl sleeping in his bed right now. Why did I let them have my bed? He asked himself as he slid his gun into its holster and strutted up to the back door.
About a meter away from the door, it burst open, revealing the black-haired human girl he had threatened earlier clutching her head in pain. She was looking down and didn't seem to notice him as she ran into him.
Then, she did something that he truly wished she hadn't. She grabbed his shoulder for support, and fell into him, causing his reflexes to make him catch her. Her face was hidden in his chest, tears streaming down her face. Knives now stood, slightly slouched with this human girl in his arms, not knowing what to do. Wait, yes, he did know what to do.
Quickly, Knives pushed her out of his arms, and when she fell to the ground, no complaint came from her. She just lay there, crying into her arms, keeping her face away from the sand, though her hair was fanned out on the ground. She just stayed there, confused at everything that was running through her mind.
Anna wanted to take Knives's gun from its holster and shoot herself in the head. She felt so horrible. Like someone was digging a knife in her neck and twisting it. All of these visions came to her eyes, though she knew they weren't hers. A bright light, an angel, men in orange uniforms walking away, and then white. The images kept repeating over and over. What was going on?
"Human, get up," he paused for a moment when she didn't move, "You truly are pathetic. Just like the rest of your race. Now get up, before I decide to shoot you." He didn't know why he even cared, but he felt the need to make her stand.
On Anna's side the pain and images in her head were starting to die down. What's happening to me? This question was occurring more and more in her mind these days. To say it was annoying her would be an understatement.
"Spider, I'll say it once more before I shoot you in the head, get up," this woman was infuriating, really. Little did Knives know, Anna could barely register his voice. Who is that speaking? She wondered to herself. All she could hear was murmuring, but what she did understand was the distinct sound of a gun being pulled out of it's holster.
She turned, propping herself up by her right arm and shielding the twin sun's glare with her left hand. The suns were relentless at the moment and the only thing visible was the outline of a man, pointing something at her. The man's head looked as though there was a halo around it, an illusion created by the bright light.
Anna was totally drained, the pain still aching in her head, though it was lighter now, and she just wanted to pass out. She stared up at the man, hoping he could do something, wanting him to do something.
"Save me… Angel…" she pleaded with the man as she slowly went back to her position before and succumbed to the need for sleep.
Knives…Mizzy: I hope you all don't mind that this chapter sucked. Truly. I really, really don't like it.
Anyways… thanks for the reviews, hope you don't hate me for my late-ness.
-Review Responses-
Chibi Monkey13: Thanks for reviewing on all the chapters instead of one. Muuuuuuch thanks for that.
Updating is… blah. I really want to, because I know you guys want it… But then there's the trouble of updating too soon and the chapter just sucks. You don't really satisfy your reader and you feel bad because, well, it sucks.
I didn't notice that my style improves with each chapter, but thanks for pointing it out! Heh heh, though I think you'll want to retract that statement after you've read this chapter. Gah. I don't liiiiike it. But I rewrote it three times before I decided that I can't delay the inevitable.
Bad reviews, here I come.
Oh boy…
ShadowDemon-Gengar: Oh I don't care, as long as I get a review from you, my dear, that's all that matters. laughs
I really like the idea of Knives shooting at stuff that's not alive, too. Heh heh, something about it makes me all GIDDY! But that's because I'm insane… Just kidding. Shivering is more so what it makes me do, too.
And since my little brother has his little air-soft guns, I have to constantly deal with the sound of gunshots outside, even though they're just air-soft guns.
…and he shoots them at my window… though it's not close enough to break it. It's still… annoying… and creepy.
I'm off to go review "Blue Skies of Eden" now… yay for that. I felt like I needed to update before I went and reviewed. You know…
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Mizzy: I'm awfully sorry for not updating sooner, but one word comes to mind.
SCHOOL!
And if I don't update again by next Sunday… It's because… of the storm. It's just a tropical storm now, right???? Sigh… I'm missing school for this-this… NOTHING-NESS! So lame. Sooooo incase it actually is a threat, you know… I'll be staying safe in my storm shelter (a.k.a. my closet…), eating poptarts and drinking green tea.
I wish I had some dumplings.