Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Mine ❯ Good Luck ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Hmmm... I own my kids (Because I made them) I own my husband, (Because the Marriage License says so) and I own a REALLY big mortgage. (Because I'm stupid and signed on the dotted line.) However I don't own Trigun. (Because if I did, I wouldn't have said mortgage.)

 

“blah blah” : talking

`blah blah' : thinking

“blah blah” : telepathic talking

blah blah : other misc. stuff.

 

 

 

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Forever Mine

 

 

Chapter 2: Good Luck

 

 

 

 

The endless blue sky above and the shimmering water below enveloped his dreams as a shower of red geranium petals fell all around him. It was his special dreamscape where he would meet his mentor to discuss the philosophies of life or whatever happened to be troubling him. However, this time there was something different, although soothing and strangely familiar, but nonetheless, very different. Was someone using a typewriter? And where was the smell of a cigarette coming from?

 

“Rem…. Where are you Rem?”

 

“She couldn't make it, Tongari,” a man in black replied as he appeared before a very surprised Vash the Stampede.

 

“Wolfwood…what the hell…” Vash stammered his mouth agape and eyes wide.

 

“Pretty strange, huh?! It's amazing what the human, or in your case, Plant psyche can do,” replied Nicholas D. Wolfwood as he exhaled a plume of smoke from the cigarette in between his lips. “Well, you're the one who said that you wanted to follow your own advice from now on, so, Rem decided to let you.”

 

“I…I won't be able to talk to Rem any more?”

 

“She will always be here for you… Let's just say that she has taken on a partner to help out, Wolfwood answered before smirking, while adding, “After all, you have kept her quite busy for the past 130 years or so!”

 

“Wait… you've met Rem?” an astonished Vash asked, while completely ignoring the priest's teasing.

 

“Yup, sure have and she told me all about you, too! I especially, like the story of how you used to suck your thumb and carry around a baby blue blanket,” the priest divulged as his slate eyes twinkled with mischief. “Boy… you really were a baby, huh, Tongari. I bet that you still have that blanket in your duffel bag, don't ya'!”

 

“How can you be so mean?” whined the blonde before mumbling something about his precious blankey being blown up on the SEEDS ship.

 

“Hah! You are just too much!” Wolfwood laughed before adding, “Well anyway, Rem and I both wanted to tell you how proud we are of you. You finally figured it out and saved Knives!”

 

“I hope I did… but I don't know if just beating him in a shootout will be enough. And even though he did promise me that he will try to see humans like I do…” Vash started only to pause for a moment while looking down at his bare feet. “…I believe that he can change, but erasing almost 135 years of bitterness won't be easy.”

 

“No, most likely not, but have faith, Vash,” Wolfwood said as he put out his smoke on the heel of his shoe. “Besides maybe he just needs to get laid!”

 

“Wolfwood!” the golden blonde screeched, instantly looking up, before quickly adding, “What kind of church-man are you!”

 

“No ordinary one, that's for sure,” he replied with a big smile before adding, “Women are amazing creatures. They can turn deviant men into law-biding citizens and even the most wanted outlaw into a bumbling idiot… right Vash?” Then the priest winked slyly at the blushing gunman as he decided to bring up a case in point. “Anyway, speaking of amazing women, how are our insurance girls? Short stuff helped you figure out what needed to be done, didn't she?”

 

“Yeah, she did. She even faced down an armed man to protect me. I still can't believe she did that,” Vash answered as he smiled at the man before him.

 

“I know she did, I was there watching over you.”

 

“You were also there when I faced Knives weren't you? I heard you tell me where your Cross Punisher was.”

 

Yup, sure was… you can call that divine intervention,” the priest said as he lit another cigarette. “Oh, I can't believe that you left my baby out there! You had better go and get it before someone else finds it!” the priest scolded, referring to his Swiss army knife of weaponry.

 

“Gyah, even from the dead you're bitching at me,” the outlaw complained as he threw his hands in the air in frustration. “I think you were around the short-girl to long!”

 

“Maybe she rubbed off on me a little. Although, she really hasn't been so bitchy lately has she?”

 

“No, she hasn't… though she did sock me one good right after I figured out the Knives issue.

 

“Shit… I would too, after what you had done to her!” Wolfwood exclaimed, while exhaling smoke again. “Geeez… Vash, she helps you out and you in turn end up flinging her around like she's some sort of doll. You really are a Needle-noggin! I mean it started out nice then you completely ruined it.”

 

“I know it… I guess I got scared… or something… I…I just don't know,” the outlaw stuttered. “I mean it felt so amazing being able to hold her close and then something snapped.”

 

“It was probably the last brain cell in that vacant head of yours,” muttered the priest.

 

“Hey, that's not very nice!”

 

“I know… I just couldn't help myself,” Wolfwood said as a cheeky grin appeared on his face. “So, do you remember what you promised me?” he added, reminding Vash of a late night conversation they had while they were staying with the orphaned children.

 

“Yes…”

 

“When are you going to tell her? You are free to do so now.”

 

“I know… and I'll do it soon. I don't know how much longer I can take being in this state of limbo where Meryl is concerned.”

 

“Don't you mean that she makes you hot and you can't wait to jump on her bones?!”

 

“Damn… there you go again! Is sex all you ever think about, preacher-man?”

 

“Oh come on Tongari, you know that there isn't anything better than losing yourself in the throws of passion with a beautiful woman,” Wolfwood replied as his thoughts briefly turned to a certain big-girl with crystalline blue eyes.

 

“Ummm… yeah… sure,” Vash murmured as he placed his hands in the pockets of his pajama bottoms and looked down again, while trying to hide the blush stemming from embarrassment.

 

“Uuuuh…Vash, what's wrong?”

 

“Nnn…nothing,” the blonde whispered, kicking away an imaginary stone at his feet.

 

“Wait a minute… don't tell me… you've never had…” started the priest and he drew a hand through his raven locks.

 

“Nope.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really.”

 

“Wow, that's amazing! You're supposed to be the biggest womanizer ever!” Wolfwood blurted out disbelievingly as he flicked the ashes from his cigarette. “I guess I just don't get it…”

 

“Well, you've seen my luck with women. Plus, I… aaah… I never wanted to burden anyone with everything that kept happening to me,” Vash replied as his aqua eyes started to glisten with unshed tears. “Besides, you've seen my scars. Who in her right mind would want someone like me?”

 

“I can think of someone in her right mind and she definitely wants you!” Wolfwood declared, referring to Meryl.

 

“Yeah, I hope so…” the blonde murmured, while wiping his eyes with the palm of his real hand.

 

Companionable silence instantly fell between the two. The preacher was casually taking hits off of his cigarette, while the emotional outlaw stood there collecting his thoughts. Then, finally, after several minutes Vash spoke again. “Hey Wolfwood…” he whispered sadly before returning his aqua gaze up to Nicholas and adding, “I'm really sorry for what happened. I know it was my fault and I should have been able to keep you…”

 

“Now, hold on a second…” the priest interrupted as he walked up the outlaw and placed his hand on the left shoulder. “There wasn't anything you could have done, remember? You weren't anywhere near me and I'm the one who decided to betray the Gung-Ho Guns for my best friend. So, would ya' lighten up.”

 

“I'm your best friend?”

 

“Well… for a guy, yeah. I would say that the big-girl has ya' beat overall, though!” the priest said, smiling whimsically as he lowered his hand from Vash's shoulder.

 

“So, just what happened between you and Milly, Wolfwood?” Vash asked curiously.

 

“I am not at liberty to say, but I can tell you this… Gunsmoke moved and the Angels wept,” he replied, but before Wolfwood could continue, he noticed that something else captured the blonde's attention.

 

“Wait it's gone…” Vash breathed as he looked about the dreamscape.

 

“What's gone?”

 

“The typing sound.”

 

“Oh… wait… it is gone, isn't it.”

 

“Mmmm… and do you smell that?” Vash sighed dreamily as he closed his eyes to take in the intoxicating scent. “It's Lavender, Meryl's scent. God, she smells good. I think she is trying to kill me by smelling so good. Oh and wait…”

 

“Now what is it, Tongari?”

 

“She's playing with my hair… man that feels soooo… gooood!”

 

“Well, I think that it's about time that you woke up then.”

 

“Yeah, you are most definitely right!” Vash heartily agreed.

 

“Oh and don't do anything Needle-noggin-ish!”

 

“I won't… later Wolfwood. Wish me luck!”

 

“Good luck buddy,” Wolfwood replied in an echo as the dream faded and Vash returned to consciousness.

 

Vash tried to lie as still as possible while reveling in the feel of having Meryl's slender fingers caress his tousled locks. Suddenly, he decided that it was time to let the petite beauty by his side know that he was awake and that he really liked her ministrations. So, very slowly, he lowered his left hand to meet the one she was using in his hair. Upon grasping the tiny hand, he instantly brought it to his mouth before pausing a moment to see if Meryl would smack him with her unoccupied left. He felt her tense right away, but the dreaded blow never came. Vash tentatively opened his vibrant eyes to see Meryl sitting next to him with her eyes tightly shut.

 

`Well, I might as well make her open her eyes,' Vash thought as he gently kissed the palm of her hand before moving it so rest upon his cheek.

 

“Oh Meryl…” he breathed, while staring intently at her so he could gage her reaction.

 

Shocked, Meryl's eyes flew open to look directly into his dazzling ones. Vash couldn't do anything but stare until he noticed the pink hue that stained her cheeks, which caused a soft smile to form upon his full lips. `God, she's beautiful,' the outlaw thought while he continued to gaze at her. But the intimate moment passed as she unexpectedly broke their connection by looking down at her lap.

 

“Ummm…Vash…” Meryl whispered as her blush intensified.

 

“Yeah Meryl,” Vash replied as he sat up in the bed and brought their clasped hands down to rest on his thighs.

 

“I'm very sorry…”