Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ A Fighter's Spirit ❯ Salvation ( Chapter 4 )

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Author's Note: What an opinionated bunch you are. Thank you for all of the reviews you've submitted and I'd like to apologize for not updating in so long. I hope you enjoy this much delayed chapter.

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Chapter 4: Salvation

Silvery, shimmering tears fell down Tira's troubled face. Not so much tears of pain, more so tears of confusion and fear. What had just happened to her? Slowly, she tried to put together the pieces.

Knives.

The name stood out in her mind. It seemed, given the prior experiences, his name was more than a hollow shell, it had meaning. With the sound or mere thought of it, a delicate chord in her subconscious was struck; fear. An inexplicable terror.

Vash's hand quivered heavily on the doorframe.

Knives.

`Why brother, why?' Vash questioned in his mind.

He had very well seen what had occurred, from a front row seat in fact. He had heard Tira's distressed sobs, her cries for help, yet he stood there, transfixed.

`What could drive you to do such a terrible thing? What I ask?' his mind inquired, as though to Knives himself.

A fleeting image of his brother's profile crossed Vash's mind. The eyes were closed, a smirk drawn on the lips. A low laugh began in his throat, slowly rising and escaping as maniacal laughter.

Vash shuddered visibly. The piercing laugh sent a chill running up his spine.

Turning his eyes on the shaken girl, his expression softened, though, his feelings remained the same.

Hatred.

He could do nothing to change what had happened, to that he was powerless, however, with one flourishing motion, he was seated before Tira.

With a small whimper their eyes met. Slightly bloodshot from crying, Tira's eyes reflected his image.

"V-Vash?" she questioned, staring.

He nodded, slowly drawing her into his embrace. His hand instinctively went to the back of her head as she cried into his shoulder. A tear slowly fell down his face as he kissed the top of her head.

"It'll be all right," he told her quietly, cooing to her.

Gradually, she cried herself into a light sleep, still resting upon him.

Down the hall stomped the second man.

"I was so close!" Knives shouted, slamming the door to his and Vash's room closed. He took a seat atop his bed, his face in his hands. "That Neanderthal had to barge it!"

He slowly raised his head to level his eyes with the mirror hanging on the wall. His sky blue eyes flickered maliciously.

"No," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "It is not over."

His hand reached for the gun, which rest upon the bedside table. He grasped it firmly and held it in front of him, inspecting the workmanship. The black metal reflected beams of sunlight that streamed through the window.

"This is far from over, brother," he said aloud, smirking more.

Getting up from his seat on the bed, he silently crept down the hallway towards the kitchen. He reached the door frame, watching as Vash held the sleeping Tira. He grinned as he raised the gun, the barrel pointing at the back of Vash's head.

With only slight hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

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And yep, yet another cliffhanger! *laughs evilly* By now you must know that some of these are on purpose. ^^;;

This chapter was more of a perspective thing I guess. Kinda short, I know. Hope you enjoyed it none-the-less! I will try to make the next one longer.

Also, my sincerest apologies about not updating in so long, I plan on doing them more often, really I do. *laughs nervously* Updates coming soon! Don't forget to review!

Kawaii Youko ^_~