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- Trigun Fic (continuation fic, SPOILER for end of Trigun)
Dubird - 05 Jan 2003 02:04 am
Post subject: Trigun Fic
(continuation fic, SPOILER for end of Trigun)
i'm not posting it here b/c it's a spoiler for the end of the series.....but i
wanted some opinions on it....and i like having people review my stuff over at
FF.net.....
this is kinda my version of what might have happened after
the series ends......i've got one last part to finish....i just haven't worked
out everything i want the two of them to say to each other yet....it just
doesn't sound right....but the rest is pretty good i think.....any and all
reviews would be read and worshiped!..... ...
Forgivness
Akira13 - 05 Jan 2003 10:30 am
Post subject:
I'd review it, but I don't know much about Trigun, so I don't know what to
expect.
Dubird - 05 Jan 2003 06:46 pm
Post subject:
well, review on the writng style....i'm really trying to improve how i write, as
well as what i write.....you know, is it easy to read, can you picture what's
happening, that kind of stuff....anything would be helpful!....
Dubird - 09 Jan 2003 02:27 pm
Post subject:
OK, I finished it! I'm posting it here now b/c it's all done. Please, someone,
please review it! It's really depressing
to write storys and have no one enjoy them!
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Title: Forgiveness
Author: Dubird
Pairings: I guess a bit of
MerylXVash, but it's not the focus of the story.
Rating: PG-13 for some
swearing
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. This is just one of the
many fan spawned writings of another crazy person. I also go to college and have
lots of loans to pay off, so if you're looking for money, you've come to the
wrong place!
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Vash leaned against the outside
wall of their little rented cottage, feeling the warmth of the stones seep
through his shirt. He closed his eyes against the glare of the double suns,
trying to capture a moment of peace. Before he had to go back inside and face
him again. It was becoming harder to talk to Knives every day, trying to get him
to open up and just listen for a change. Knives had hardly spoken since he had
woken up, and most of the time he seemed to just tune the world out. Vash slid
down the wall to sit on the still-cold ground, drawing his knees up in front of
him and resting his forehead on them. 'If only he would talk to me,' he thought,
wondering again what had happened to his brother.
'Vash?' Meryl's voice
floated out of the heat and he looked up, seeing her framed in the doorway. She
paused as she spotted his newly acquired black eye. 'What happened?'
Vash shrugged, a little embarrassed. 'Nothing much. Knives tried to
climb out the back window last night. I'm not sure why.'
'And he hit
you?'
'Well, yeah. But I think that was my fault. When I grabbed his
arm, he lost his balance and fell out of the window.' Vash rubbed the back of
his neck in a familiar gesture, trying for lightness of mood to keep her from
worrying.
Meryl just shook her head. 'How long are you going to keep
this up, anyways?'
'What are you talking about?'
'This...keeping
your brother up there. You're just going to keep him locked up for the rest of
his life?'
'Of course not!' Vash paused a moment, trying to find a good
answer. 'But I can't let him hurt anyone. And besides, you don't have to stay
here.'
'Oh yes I do!' Meryl glared down at him, putting her hands on her
hips. 'Someone has to look after you. You seem to get into more trouble than
anyone I know, and without even trying!'
'I know. It's a real drag,
isn't it?'
'This isn't a laughing matter, Vash!' She knelt down next to
him and placed her hand over one of his. 'You can't keep this up. Sooner or
later, something bad will happen and you'll be right back where you started.
You'll kill yourself at this rate, and for what? For someone that used to be
your brother?'
Vash stood up, shaking off her hand. 'You just don't
understand. I can't let this alone, and don't ask me why I didn't just kill him.
I can't. I won't.'
Meryl stood up as well, her gray eyes flashing with
anger. 'Maybe I understand better than you think. But you can't go on like this.
It's making you miserable, and eventually he's going to get you killed. Think
about that for a while!' She stormed back into the cottage, slamming the door
behind her.
Vash watched her go, a little startled by the intensity in
her voice. She had spent half their acquaintance yelling at him, but this was
different. 'What if she's right?' a small voice inside whispered to him. He
leaned back against the wall again, closing his eyes. 'But what else can I do,
Rem? What else should I do?'
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Meryl stormed down the hallway, slamming doors behind her. 'That
pig-headed, spiky-haired idiot!' she fumed to herself. 'What the hell does he
think he's going to accomplish anyway?' She stomped into the kitchen, almost
running into Millie, who was occupied with making breakfast.
'Good
morning, senpai!' Millie chirped, happily stirring oatmeal and ignoring Meryl's
scowl. 'I was just about to take breakfast up to Mr. Knives.' She pointed at the
tray on the table, neatly laid with a bowl of oatmeal, silverware, napkins, and
juice.
'Never mind doing that, Millie,' she replied. 'I'll take His
Highness's breakfast up to him!' Forgetting her fear of him in the heat of her
anger, she grabbed the tray and marched out the door towards the stairs.
'Senpai?' Millie watched her go, her face mirroring her confusion at
this change of behavior, which Meryl ignored. Normally, she tended to avoid
Knives, espically in the morning when she wasn't exactly in the most patient of
moods. This morning, however, Meryl was simply angry. She headed upstairs to
Knives's room and nudged the door open. The source of her anger was currently
sitting propped up against the headboard looking out the window. She noticed
that he was also sporting a black eye and looked rather disgruntled. She
deposited the tray on his lap with a sniff. 'Here. Eat.' She backed away a
couple of steps and crossed her arms over her chest. Knives looked down at the
tray, then back up at her, his cold eyes boring into hers. Meryl shifted her
feet slightly, a bit un-nerved by that look and masking it by scowling at him.
'I didn't poison it, you know. If I wanted to kill you, I'd just shoot you.'
Knives raised an eyebrow at that, and looked at her, wondering why she
was staying instead of just dropping his tray off and leaving. She had never
seemed to want to linger around up here. 'Was there something you wanted to ask
me?' he said as mildly as he could, trying to keep his calm. For some reason,
she always seemed to be able to stir his anger. A large part of that was the way
she always seemed to pick on Vash, but that wasn't the only reason.
Meryl just glared at him. 'Actually, I do have a question for you. When
are you going to grow up?'
'What?'
'Just what I said. I'm
assuming your being an ass is simply a phase you're going through and I wanted
to know when you're going to get over it.'
His eyes narrowed and he
glared back at her, barely able to keep any kind of calm. 'You go to far,' he
said quietly, in that soft voice that had always cowed those around him.
'No, I don't think I go far enough!' she snapped. 'Yes, you're some
psychotic homicidal maniac, but you could at least try to understand what's
going on around you. Hell, you could at least be polite! Being psychotic doesn't
excuse you from good manners!'
The corners of his mouth twitched
slightly as if he was trying to keep from laughing at that, which only made
Meryl madder. 'How DARE he laugh at me?' she thought to herself, ignoring the
fact that she had made a rather silly remark.
'My apologies then,' he
said mildly, suddenly amused by her attitude. Good manners? He could match
manners with the most tutored scholar in existence. After all, that was one of
the first things Rem had taught the both of them. 'No, you're not going to think
about that. She was wrong, after all. No matter how much she tried to delude
herself and Vash.' He glared back at Meryl, his momentary amusement
disappearing. 'However, I see no reason to be polite to you.'
'Why...you...!!' Meryl took a deep breath through her teeth to settle
her thoughts. 'I suppose it's because I'm human, right?' she asked rather
sarcastically.
'Actually, that is a part of it.'
She rolled her
eyes at that. 'Just because we don't have your abilities you think we're
worthless. Well let me tell you something, Mr. High-and-Mighty. We've managed to
survive on this God-forsaken backwater planet. And we've managed to do more than
survive!'
'Yes, with help.'
'Help? I suppose you're right. But
from what I remember from my Earth history, we humans had lived just fine
without any of your help for hundreds of years!' She dropped one hand to her
hip, pointing one finger at him to get her point across. 'And believe me, bub,
we could've survived just fine on this planet without the help of your kind!
Sure, more of us would have died, but we would have done it! Humans are
survivors!'
'So are cockroaches.'
Meryl had no idea what a
cockroach was, but realized that she had just been insulted. 'You better be glad
you're injured! We may be cockroaches, whatever those are, but we certainly
don't need your approval, you jackass!'
The tray clattered to the floor
as Knives stood up at that comment, his blue eyes flashing with anger. Meryl
took an involuntary step backwards. 'Oh my God, I've just pissed off Millions
Knives. What the hell is wrong with me??'
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Vash paused outside his
brother's door, listening to Meryl's ranting. He had heard her voice from
outside, and wondered what in the world was going on. He knew she was afraid of
Knives, though she'd never admit it. He still wasn't sure why she and Millie had
stayed to help him care for his brother. After all, they did have jobs and other
lives to attend to. Yet neither one seemed to be able to give him a good reason
why they stayed. Millie had simply said that she wanted to help. That he could
believe. To her, Knives was probably like a injured stray, albeit a very
dangerous one. Meryl, however, he just couldn't figure out. Half the time he
caught her looking at him oddly, though as soon as she realized he was looking,
she started ranting about something. Then again, a part of him really didn't
want them to leave, despite the danger. They were probably the only two people
alive right now who understood what had happened. After all, they had been
through most of this with him, had suffered along with him. He couldn't deny
them the right to stay and see this through to the end, nor did he want to have
to be alone anymore.
He winced slightly as Meryl called Knives a
jackass. 'Not your most tactful comment, Meryl,' he thought, pausing with his
hand on the doorknob. He had almost entered after the crash of dishes, but
something told him to stay put and listen.
'Is that so?' Knives said,
after a momentary pause. His voice was low and angry, as if he was struggling to
keep from strangling her. 'If that is the case, then why are you here?'
'Well, I'm certainly not here for you,' Meryl replied indignantly. 'I'm
here because of Vash. He needs someone to look after him, and that someone
defiantly isn't you.'
'Everything I've done, I've done to protect him!'
Knives's voice rose as he finally lost control over his temper. 'I've looked out
for him all our lives! I've tried telling him the truth, and he never listens.
So I've been trying to show him!'
'What truth? That humans are evil?'
'Yes! I just don't understand why he completely refuses to believe me.'
'So you tried to show him by killing everyone he loves? By spending all
that time hurting him, again and again?? By making him so miserable he can't
even function at times?? And then, by trying to kill him when he refused to
agree with you??' Meryl's voice had risen slightly with each sentence until she
sounded as if she was ready to strangle him herself.
There was a pause
at that, as if Knives hadn't been expecting that comment. Vash pressed his ear
to the door to try and hear what was going on.
'What are you talking
about?' he finally heard Knives ask, sounding a bit unsure of himself.
'Did you ever stop to think that maybe you're wrong? Yeah, we're not
perfect. But neither are you! We have our faults, and there's a great number of
humans that won't win any good deeds contests. But there's a lot of great people
out there. That's something you apparently don't understand.'
'No.
That's not true.' Knives's voice faltered a bit as replied. 'You're just saying
that because humans lie. I can't be wrong!'
The resounding -smack- of
flesh hitting flesh caused Vash to wince back from the door. 'Will you just grow
up?? You sound like a child! If you don't want to believe me, then fine. I don't
care. But if you really love Vash, then just sit and think about what you're
doing to him!'
Another pause, a bit longer this time, followed by the
creak of bedsprings as someone sat on the bed. Vash was about to open the door
when his brother responded. 'And why should you care, anyways?' he asked,
sounding a bit sullen.
'Because I love him, you moron! And I can't stand
watching how miserable you make him! Now, I'm going to bring you another bowl of
oatmeal, and you're going to eat it if I have to hog-tie you to that bed and
force-feed it to you!' Before Vash could jump away from the door, Meryl had
flung it open, dumping him unceremoniously on the floor. She glared down at him,
her cheeks slightly pink. 'What the hell do you think you're doing??'
'Um....good morning?' Vash grinned up at her from the floor.
'Oh, shut up, you idiot!' She stormed out of the room, swearing under
her breath as she headed back downstairs. 'Men!' she thought to herself. 'One of
the days, I'm just going to have to borrow Millie's stungun...'
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Vash picked himself up off the floor
and looked over at Knives. His brother was sitting on the bed, arms around his
knees, scowling out the window. He also had a red mark on his cheek that was
about the size of Meryl's hand. 'Didn't I tell you not to argue with her?
Especially in the morning before breakfast?' he said mildly, shutting the door
behind him and going to sit on the end of the bed. Knives turned his head to
glare at him. Vash simply looked back at him calmly, waiting for him to say
something. But Knives just turned his head away to stare out the window again.
Vash sighed. While he hadn't expected Meryl to come up here and chew
Knives out, and he certainly would've tried to stop her if he knew that was what
she was going to do, he had hoped for a moment that she had shaken his brother
out of his shell a little bit. He started to get back up when he felt a very
tentative brush across his mind. His eyes widened in shock as he realized it was
Knives. Vash sat very still, hardly daring to breathe. He hadn't felt that since
they were very young. Maybe Meryl had shaken something loose after all.
'Was she right, Vash?' Knives asked his question softly, still looking
out the window.
'Right about what?' he answered quietly.
'About
what she said about you. And me.' Knives turned to look at him, his expression
unchanged but with his eyes full of confusion.
Vash paused a moment,
trying to form an answer. He was afraid of what would happen to Knives if he
said yes, but he didn't want to lie to him either. However, there was no need
for him to answer. Knives nodded as if he had spoken. 'I guess so.' He laid his
forehead down on his knees with a sigh. The tentative touch had withdrawn, along
with Knives again. He laughed a bit after a moment. 'I was so positive,' he
whispered, his arms tightening around his knees. Vash reached out his hand and
paused, uncertain of what to do, afraid of saying something that would make
Knives withdrawal further. He sighed softly, letting his hand drop to the
covers. 'That doesn't matter, Knives,' he said, staring at the floor. 'What's in
the past is done and over with. People can change. Our futures are what we make
of them. The past doesn't matter.'
He heard a rather bitter laugh at
that. 'You really think so?' Knives leaned back against the headboard and closed
his eyes. 'After all I've done to you, you'd just forget it?' He laughed again,
a self-mocking laugh that chilled Vash. 'I'm still not convinced you're right.
After all, I spent a lot of time protecting you. I didn't want you to have to go
through that like I did.'
'Go through what?' Vash looked up briefly,
trying to figure out what was going on.
'Never mind,' he replied. 'Rem
was an exception after all, and that's who you knew. You saw the smiles of the
rest of crew and didn't see further than that. I didn't want to destroy that.'
Vash shook his head and returned his gaze to the floor. 'No, I did see
the crew. They were scared of us, yes, especially at first. But most of them
tried hard not to let what we were bother them. After a while, they accepted us.
We may not have been valued crew members to everyone, but at least they accepted
us.'
'Steve never did.'
'I don't know what his problem was. I
think he just never lost his fear. Some humans are like that.'
'Oh, he
lost his fear. He just always hated us.' Knives winced a little, then shook his
head. 'Rem was the only one that really cared about us. Or, rather, cared about
you.'
'She loved both of us.' Vash sighed, a bit melancholy.
'Then why didn't she stop what was going on?'
'We never told
her, did we?' Knives opened his eyes at that, but Vash was still staring at the
floor. 'After all, if we had told her the things Steve said, she would have
found a way to stop him. In fact, any of the others would have at least told Rem
about it. But we never said anything, so she didn't know.'
The two
brothers sat quietly for a moment, each lost in private thoughts. The moment was
broken when Vash heard Knives whisper. 'You should have killed me out there.'
Vash looked up in stunned surprise. 'Why do you say that?' he asked, a bit
strained.
'Because you can't trust me, right? Your friend is right about
me.' He paused and turned his head to look out the window again. 'I've spent all
this time, believing you were wrong. I still don't really know myself right now.
I tried to protect you, and just failed miserably. Why should you let me live?'
'Because you're my brother!' Without realizing what he was doing, Vash
reached out and grabbed Knives's arm. He wasn't even sure he could get through
to him anymore, but he had to try. He opened his mind and let Knives see what he
felt, an act he hadn't tried in over a hundred years.
Knives' eyes
widened as he felt Vash's hand clamp down on his arm. An instant later, he felt
his brother's mind, for the first time in a very long time. Inundated with
emotions, he could only sit and try and make sense of what he was sensing.
'So much pain!' He felt as if he couldn't breathe for a moment.
'Yeah, there is pain.' Vash answered him. 'But there's so much more...'
He focused on the good memories he had, of the friends he had made over the
years, even the time spent traveling with Millie and Meryl. 'Yes, humans can be
deceitful and cruel. But most of them aren't. Theirs is a world full of joy and
sadness and pain and relief, and I wouldn't want to live without it.'
Knives closed his eyes again as Vash released his arm, watching him
apprehensively. He felt as if his entire world had suddenly shifted, and he
wasn't sure he understood why. He drew his arms around his knees again, lowering
his head to rest on them. He could feel Vash's uncertainty, but simply didn't
know what to do. 'Knives?' Vash spoke his name carefully, as if he didn't know
what to do next himself. He felt tears suddenly slip down his cheek, and he
fought silently to regain control. He had only cried one other time in his life,
private tears he didn't want to burden his brother with, and he had sworn not to
cry again. Yet, they continued to fall, almost of their own accord. He felt
Vash's arms wrap around him, offering comfort, and he stopped fighting.
Vash simply tightened his arms around his brother as Knives continued to
cry. Somewhere, deep inside, he allowed himself to hope that things would turn
out all right again.
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