Woah. I got a review on just my intro. :D thankyou. It was inspirational.
AN: My chapters are probably gonna stay short and sweet like this. Except for the occasional biggie. These are all just little scenes that play out, not an uninterrupted story
--- Ch2: Gentle rain.
Vash is travelling the long road back to the only people who he can ask for help with Knives. The only two people who he'll put in such danger, because they so often willingly put themselves in the path of his destruction. Besides, they can always leave him if they don't want to stay any more.
Meryl.
He is going back to her, and to her indomitable sidekick Milly. It is a long journey, back to that dusty little town where Vash left the two insurance girls. Meryl, who he's finally let into his heart, who he finally told about his past. He's. he's not sure why. Was it in case he didn't come back, or to ensure that he did come back? Perhaps both.
Such a long journey. At least, it feels like a long journey, since Knivesu still has not roused, and continues to perfect his sack of potatoes impression. Though most sacks of potatoes don't have dust crusted to the drool drying around their mouths.
It is in this slow plodding journey, lost in thoughts and vagueness brought on by exhaustion and relief, that Vash feels something. Just a soft mental susurration, like a thousand voices sighing very gently, just over the horizon. It draws his head up away from the path he's treading. He narrows his eyes searching the landscape, but it doesn't repeat. Instead a thin keening rises, a voice alone, crying for help. Instinctively he turns towards it, but the motion must have disturbed Knivesu, because he moves weakly, making an unintelligible noise. Vash staggers to a halt.
Yes, that's right, Vash's first responsibility is to his brother. He cannot race across the landscape. No more can he be the dashing hero who saves the day. He sighs, his heart pained, his face a mask, his eyes aflame with pain.
There is no question about it. Knivesu stays with him. He loves his brother; he will not run from his brother. And finally, he will not run from the responsibility he has, to take care of his brother, to stand up for what he believes in, to butt his head against Knivesu's, because to not do so raises his brothers beliefs above everyone else's to lie unchallenged. Knivesu will be taken care of. Nothing and no one will stop Vash in his duty now. For he loves everyone. He loves all life. And he will work towards what he believes in. Alone. He will protect the world from this particular menace only. Though it is easy for Vash to put aside his own grievances against Knivesu for the sake of a promise made long ago, it is hard to make him choose one life over another, one call of distress over another, because of that same promise. But he does. In a way he still wears his coat, though he doffed it in the desert.
The keening call for help goes unanswered, and does not repeat.
Vash's hope had been rising slowly through the trip, as he looked towards the day when Knivesu gave up his hate. But now it evaporates. The greatest menace Gunsmoke has ever seen is his responsibility alone to take care of. Alone. His shoulders sag under their burden, and Knives almost falls to the ground before Vash steadies himself. What he wouldn't give for more harsh words from one particular voice, drawling in Kansai bent that he is being an idiot, and to accept his fate more gracefully.
The rain is falling in earnest now, it seems. It is as though the whole world is filled with it, for one particular gunman.
Vash looks at Knivesu resignedly, a body slung over his shoulder, and slaps his unconscious butt playfully saying. "C'mon Knivesu, we're going home."
Knives does not stir again the whole trip back.
And so it was that the first call of the water bringer was left unanswered. The brothers new bond could not be sundered so quickly for even such a purpose. Once more the water bringer waited, as before, and chose a new time to call forth the first defender of the human spirit to a different duty.
--- TBC. What do you think of this next part? I edited it to add in a few things and change the style almost imperceptibly.
AN: My chapters are probably gonna stay short and sweet like this. Except for the occasional biggie. These are all just little scenes that play out, not an uninterrupted story
--- Ch2: Gentle rain.
Vash is travelling the long road back to the only people who he can ask for help with Knives. The only two people who he'll put in such danger, because they so often willingly put themselves in the path of his destruction. Besides, they can always leave him if they don't want to stay any more.
Meryl.
He is going back to her, and to her indomitable sidekick Milly. It is a long journey, back to that dusty little town where Vash left the two insurance girls. Meryl, who he's finally let into his heart, who he finally told about his past. He's. he's not sure why. Was it in case he didn't come back, or to ensure that he did come back? Perhaps both.
Such a long journey. At least, it feels like a long journey, since Knivesu still has not roused, and continues to perfect his sack of potatoes impression. Though most sacks of potatoes don't have dust crusted to the drool drying around their mouths.
It is in this slow plodding journey, lost in thoughts and vagueness brought on by exhaustion and relief, that Vash feels something. Just a soft mental susurration, like a thousand voices sighing very gently, just over the horizon. It draws his head up away from the path he's treading. He narrows his eyes searching the landscape, but it doesn't repeat. Instead a thin keening rises, a voice alone, crying for help. Instinctively he turns towards it, but the motion must have disturbed Knivesu, because he moves weakly, making an unintelligible noise. Vash staggers to a halt.
Yes, that's right, Vash's first responsibility is to his brother. He cannot race across the landscape. No more can he be the dashing hero who saves the day. He sighs, his heart pained, his face a mask, his eyes aflame with pain.
There is no question about it. Knivesu stays with him. He loves his brother; he will not run from his brother. And finally, he will not run from the responsibility he has, to take care of his brother, to stand up for what he believes in, to butt his head against Knivesu's, because to not do so raises his brothers beliefs above everyone else's to lie unchallenged. Knivesu will be taken care of. Nothing and no one will stop Vash in his duty now. For he loves everyone. He loves all life. And he will work towards what he believes in. Alone. He will protect the world from this particular menace only. Though it is easy for Vash to put aside his own grievances against Knivesu for the sake of a promise made long ago, it is hard to make him choose one life over another, one call of distress over another, because of that same promise. But he does. In a way he still wears his coat, though he doffed it in the desert.
The keening call for help goes unanswered, and does not repeat.
Vash's hope had been rising slowly through the trip, as he looked towards the day when Knivesu gave up his hate. But now it evaporates. The greatest menace Gunsmoke has ever seen is his responsibility alone to take care of. Alone. His shoulders sag under their burden, and Knives almost falls to the ground before Vash steadies himself. What he wouldn't give for more harsh words from one particular voice, drawling in Kansai bent that he is being an idiot, and to accept his fate more gracefully.
The rain is falling in earnest now, it seems. It is as though the whole world is filled with it, for one particular gunman.
Vash looks at Knivesu resignedly, a body slung over his shoulder, and slaps his unconscious butt playfully saying. "C'mon Knivesu, we're going home."
Knives does not stir again the whole trip back.
And so it was that the first call of the water bringer was left unanswered. The brothers new bond could not be sundered so quickly for even such a purpose. Once more the water bringer waited, as before, and chose a new time to call forth the first defender of the human spirit to a different duty.
--- TBC. What do you think of this next part? I edited it to add in a few things and change the style almost imperceptibly.