Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Mine ❯ Dessert is Good ( Chapter 6 )

 

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 6: Dessert is Good

 

 

 

 

Meryl just stood in front of the open refrigerator, staring blindly at the contents. She knew that she needed to pull out the ingredients to start dinner. But, for some reason, she couldn't get her brain to focus on anything other than what happened before Milly's `impeccable' timing. The petite woman wondered if she was actually dreaming, because logic told her that there was absolutely no way that someone like Vash the Stampede could possibly harbor any romantic feelings for her. She even thought about pinching herself, but figured that if it was dream, then she didn't want to wake up. After all, it seemed as though the infamous Humanoid Typhoon was going to kiss her and wanted to tell her something very important.

 

`What am I gonna do… I mean, the look in his eyes… it almost looked as though….' Meryl anxiously thought, while absently nibbling on the knuckle of her left index finger. She really didn't understand why he was acting so differently toward her, unless something was preventing him from doing so earlier or, more specifically, someone. `And if that's the case then maybe he…' she wondered before grabbing the edge of the countertop with both of her hands while her grey eyes widened in disbelief. `He couldn't possibly… could he? Oh god and what if he leaves… then what will I do?'

 

“Oh, snap out of it Stryfe!” Meryl commanded out loud, preparing to focus on the evening meal. It made no sense to worry about it while there was a supper to be made.

 

Then with a mental shake of her head, she began to pull items out of the refrigerator and placed them on the clean counter. The astute woman quickly took inventory of what was before her and separated the items into preparation order. Once she was satisfied that everything was ready, she began to pull out the needed cooking utensils. As she pulled out the final item, a ceramic mixing bowl, she felt a conscious presence in the room with her.

 

“Sempai…”

 

It was Milly. Meryl turned to look over her shoulder at her best friend. And the miserable look that she saw should have never appeared on the face of the lovely woman standing behind her. It just didn't fit in with her disposition.

 

“I…I'm really sorry,” the taller insurance girl whispered glumly as her baby blue eyes watered.

 

“Oh Milly, please don't cry,” Meryl pleaded as she walked over to her friend and hugged her.

 

“BBB…But I co…could have ru…ruined everything fff…for you,” Milly stuttered shakily, while returning the embrace.

 

“No… you couldn't have. Don't worry… it will all work out in the end.”

 

“You mean you're not mad at me?”

 

“Of course not!” the shorter woman exclaimed as she pulled away from the embrace and looked up at her best friend, giving her a warm smile. “So, how about helping me make dinner?”

 

“YAAAAAY!!!” Milly cheered merrily as a bright smile appeared on her face. Then without hesitation, she asked, “So… what's for dessert?”

 

 

 

 

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After opening the closet door, Vash pulled out his well-worn black Levi's and a new white button-up shirt that Meryl, of course, had bought for him. Since he wasn't exactly sure when the post office closed, the blonde wanted to head out as soon as possible, which meant he needed to dress quickly. But unfortunately, not having complete mobility of his right shoulder made the task quite daunting. So, after a few muttered curses and quite a few minutes more, the determined outlaw had finally finished with the last button on the shirt, but decided to forgo tucking it in. He had been injured, after all.

 

“Now for my boots,” he sighed to himself as he sat down on the bed and set them on the floor at his feet. Once the boots were in place and every buckle buckled, Vash stood and prepared to leave the tiny bedroom. However, just as he started for the door, the tray on the nightstand caught his attention. `Might as well help out a little,' he thought to himself, while picking the tray up with his prosthetic limb before striding out the door.

 

A few minutes later, Vash entered the kitchen and saw both women diligently preparing dinner, while talking amicably with one another. Then he heard Milly ask Meryl if she was going to work tomorrow night at the saloon.

 

“I…I don't know, I guess it depends on Vash…” Meryl sighed as she stopped cutting the poultry in front of her.

 

“Hey, insurance girls!” Vash happily greeted, while walking into the room with the tray in hand. Both women turned to look at him as he placed it on the table right before his avid aqua gaze moved to the smaller beauty. Then with a big smile, the gunman stated, “You said that you wanted to bring this down short-girl, but you forgot it. So, I thought that I would for ya'!”

 

“Why, thank you, Mr. Vash!” the taller girl chirped as Meryl and Vash continued to stare at one another. “Well, I suppose I'll just put this stuff away,” Milly then said, for her own benefit, since no one else was paying attention before walking over to the table.

 

“Has my brother awakened yet?”

 

“No… and nothing has changed,” Meryl replied as she lost herself in his beautiful aqua gaze.

 

“That's good… Knives needs his rest, so he can heal,” Vash said, still smiling, while taking a step closer to the woman that he cared deeply for. “So… what ya' cookin' Meryl?”

 

“Well…” she started nervously as she turned back around to face the counter. “We're having baked toma with Spanish rice and Mr. Stevenson, the grocer, had some nice carrots, on sale I might add, so I thought we could… ahhh…” Meryl stopped mid sentence as she felt Vash step right behind her and gently place both hands on her shapely hips.

 

“Sounds good… but what's for dessert, insurance girl?” Vash whispered in her left ear.

 

Meryl inwardly groaned and closed her eyes as the heat of Vash's breath on her neck and ear sent tingles racing throughout her entire body. `I'm dreaming… I have to be dreaming…' she wildly thought to herself until she distinctively heard someone else say in her mind…

 

“You're not dreaming, Meryl.”

 

Her smoky orbs shot open right before she stuttered out a reply to the question, not wanting to contemplate the possibility that she just heard Vash in her mind say that she wasn't dreaming. “The grocer… umm… also had aaa…apples, making aaa…apple dumplings.”

 

“Sounds delicious,” the tall blonde man provocatively breathed as he backed slowly away from the stammering woman right in front of him. `I had better get out of here and run my errands or else I'm gonna throw her over my shoulder, take her upstairs, and have dessert right now,' the impassioned Plant thought as he looked over to Milly and gave her a quick wink. Then as if the entire exchange never happened, he goofily proclaimed, “Well gotta go, later ladies!” And with an erratic waive, he left the kitchen and within seconds was out the front door.

 

“See ya' Mr. Vash,” Milly called out to the retreating gunman.

 

Meryl just stood stock still in front of the counter, while looking down at the fresh toma she was preparing for dinner. As she heard the door slam shut behind the man who was wreaking havoc on her senses, the smaller woman turned to look at her best friend. “Do you think that he has any idea as to what he's doing to me, Milly?” Meryl whispered, her eyes turning glossy.

 

“Why sure he does! Oh Sempai… isn't love wonderful!”

 

“No!” the raven-haired woman cried before looking to the floor and muttering, “I…I feel like a complete idiot around him and I think my insides have turned to mush. I guess… I don't understand why he's doing this and it scares me… I mean he could have so much better…”

 

“Now Meryl, you of all people should know better! Don't you dare stand here in front of me and put yourself down like that,” Milly lectured, while walking up to her partner to stand over her down cast form.

 

“But…”

 

“No buts! You are a confidant young woman who has her shit together and you deserve someone as special as Mr. Vash!”

 

“Yeah, but… I have been such a bitch to him,” Meryl replied as she looked up to the taller woman, showing the glistening tears in her eyes.

 

“Ya' know, Mr. Vash may act like an idiot sometimes, but he knows what you're really like and if he sees only half of what I see, then how could he not fall for you!” Milly proclaimed as she wrapped her arms around her best friend in a comforting embrace. “Besides, as my big, big sister always says `opposites have a funny way of attracting' and you and Mr. Vash are definitely opposites!”

 

“Yeah, that we are!” Meryl agreed with a small laugh as she let go of her friend, so, she could wipe her eyes. With a smile brightening her lovely face, she turned back to the counter, while stating, “Well, I suppose that we had better get a move on or we won't have dinner done until tomorrow.”

 

“Gosh, we had better or Mr. Vash will probably start whining about being starved to death when he gets back,” Milly added as she approached the counter as well.

 

“Do you know where he was going, Milly?”

 

“Sure do! He said that he was going to the post office, because he wanted to send a wire out ASAP.”

 

“Did he say to whom he was sending a wire too?” the shorter woman asked, while adding seasoning to the main entrée for tonight's dinner.

 

“No… he sure didn't…” Milly replied as she looked questionably at the woman standing just right of her.

 

“No matter, I suppose. He'll tell us if he wants us to know,” Meryl mumbled mostly to herself before looking to her friend. Then with a tilt of her head, she signaled a change of topic by saying, “Milly, you actually swore!”

 

“Yeah, I know… isn't that funny,” the taller woman giggled right before she immediately started to retell the events of what had happened to her earlier as they both finished with the dinner preparations.

 

 

 

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FYI: A toma is a form of bird that is found on Gunsmoke. I would say it's similar to a chicken or turkey. Our brave insurance girls meet up with the creatures while hitching a ride with Jesse, the truck driver, in the manga Trigun Maximum vol. 2