Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ A Glomper of Knives ❯ Prologue

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Light. Overall, there was just too much of it. Too much. An abundance of useless, piercing
energy. It burns. It penetrates. Very uncomfortable. *Exceptionally* unpleasant. Make it go
away. Go away. Away. Out. Leave this place and me in my darkness.
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He lay there, fractured, alone, and cold. How strange... To be cold on a planet composed
entirely of searing heat. But he was. Cold. The sensations of isolation and depravation were
overcoming his senses, and threatened to destroy his memory. Never had he imagined, even in his
wildest dreams, that being abandoned by his brother could hurt so much. As a child, he'd pretend
that he was totally self-sufficient and indifferent to the feelings of others, but in reality,
all he ever wanted was to be with his brother.

But nothing is ever that simple. His brother just couldn't see the fundamental beauty of his
ideas. His brother couldn't see the conflagration for the chill. And neither could Rem. She was
too singular-minded to ever appreciate what drove him. It was really too bad, that. He didn't
*want* to kill Rem... She brought it entirely upon herself. Oh the perils of vacuity.

That wasn't the point now, though. All he was concerned with was himself, and how he could
retrieve his brother. He hadn't meant to drive him away... Really, he hadn't. Funny how the best
of intentions can be melted down into something disgusting and imperfect. All he had wanted was
to create something whole, something perfect and ever-lasting. The first time. To be shared,
of course.

Unfortunately, it didn't work that way.

So he would be waiting, with open arms and open eyes

For a glomper of Knives.

~Owari~