Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Mine ❯ Wrath has no Fury... ( Chapter 8 )

 

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 8: Wrath Has No Fury…

 

 

 

 

`What… did he just say? Oh God…' Meryl thought as she continued to stare at the man before her. There it was. Her worst nightmare had come true. The man that she had fallen madly love with just told her that he was leaving and he didn't want her to go with him. She felt several different emotions running through her, but she mostly felt hurt, betrayal, and anger…

 

Oh she was very angry, to the point of exploding. She sat frozen in her chair unblinking, as she continued to stare at the unbelievable `bastard.' Until she heard Milly call her `Sempai.' Meryl turned her gaze to the brunette and saw the sadness in her eyes, which caused the last restraint that kept her from lashing out, to dissolve. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a shaky breath before pushing away from the table to stand.

 

Vash just sat there in silence as he watched the rush of emotions flash through Meryl's molten silver orbs. At first he saw the sadness, which chipped away at his heart, and then he saw that her eyes were beginning to burn. `Oh shit… she's really pissed off! I'm in big trouble,' the blonde man realized as he heard Milly call out to Meryl. Then the next thing he knew he had a fiery woman in his face.

 

“I can not believe you just said that! Who in the hell do you think you are Mr. Stampede?” Meryl shrilled as her voice began to crescendo. “Especially after everything Milly and I have done for you! Well guess what? I don't give a fuck what you want! It's my… our job to watch over you and I'll be damned if I'm… we are going to stop because you don't want us to!”

 

Then the tears began to flow as the overemotional woman stopped for a moment to collect her thoughts. Vash saw this and tried to say something as his own eyes started to glisten. “But, Meryl…” he started, but was instantly cut off as Meryl began her tirade again.

 

“And what are you trying to pull with all of your innuendoes? What? Did you think that you could play with the naive insurance girl and get me into bed… just so you could leave me! Is that all I am to you? Someone you could screw before you and your brother went away… never to see me again? Well, I hate to disappoint you, but it's not gonna happen! Go play with the little whores that you're used too… you're not getting shit from me!”

 

With that last exclamation, Meryl started to rush from the room, intending to go flop on her bed and ball her eyes out (or to abuse her typewriter), but as she reached the doorway to the living room, a pair of strong hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a crushing embrace.

 

“Meryl…” Vash started again.

 

“No Vash…leave me alone,” the petite woman cried as she started pounding her fists on his chest.

 

“Damn it… Stop that and let me explain!” Vash bellowed as he grabbed both of her tiny fists with his left hand.

 

“Www…what is there to explain?” Meryl whispered dejectedly as she kept her gaze level with the Plant's broad chest.

 

“Yeah, Mr. Vash, what do you mean by not wanting us `as insurance girls' to go with you?” Milly chimed in, still sitting at the table.

 

`Bless you Milly,' Vash thought as he glanced over to her and smiled. “Well, what I mean is that I don't want the insurance girls to go with me, but…” Vash began, while taking a deep breath and turning his attention back to the woman in his arms.

 

“But?” Meryl prodded, while turning her watery gaze up to meet his.

 

“But… I would just love to have Meryl Stryfe and Milly Thompson, my friends, join me,” Vash finished as he thought he would really love to have Meryl as more than a friend.

 

“Really?” Meryl whispered hopefully.

 

“Yeah, really,” Vash replied in confirmation as he let go of Meryl's hands and brushed her tears away. “I have been alone for too long and I don't want to be anymore. Besides, I like having you around, short-girl.”

 

“Of course, we will go as your friends, right Sempai?” Milly chirped as she stood.

 

“Yes, of course, we will,” the smaller woman agreed as laid her palms on the gunman's chest and smiled.

 

“YAAAAAY!!!!!!!” the big-girl squealed as she ran over and gave the other two a big bear hug.

 

“Owwwwie…. my shoulder aaa...and short-girl is turning blue,” Vash dramatically cried as Milly squeezed tighter.

 

“Ohhhh… sorry, Mr. Vash! I guess I got a little carried away,” the brunette giggled as she let go of her two comrades.

 

“I wasn't turning blue!” Meryl groused defensively, pulling away from the blonde man and smacking him on his injured shoulder.

 

“Ouch… Meryl! What did you do that for? Remember, I'm injured here!”

 

“You can call that your punishment for lying,” the petite woman smirked as she thought, `and for giving me a heart attack!' Then she walked over to the table, sat down, and took a sip of her coffee.

 

“I wasn't lying, short-girl!” Vash stammered as he followed Meryl and sat next to her. Upon hearing his last statement, Meryl looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, daring him to keep it up or else he was really going to be injured. The outlaw just lowered his head and continued to mumble about how he didn't lie and that there were several different meanings for the word `blue.'

 

Milly's laughter rang throughout the room as she watched both of her friends interact with one another. “Boy you two are just too funny,” she exclaimed as she sat back down in her seat. “You two really are perfect for each other!”

 

“What?!” Both the gunman and insurance girl screeched as they looked up to Milly at the same time with matching red cheeks.

 

“Gee… did I say something wrong?” the big-girl questioned as she looked back and forth between her Sempai and Mr. Vash.

 

“Ummmm… well… anyway, why don't you tell us more about what you want to do, Vash,” Meryl instantly said in order to steer the conversation back to something less embarrassing.

 

“Yeah, good idea,” Vash agreed. “Well like I was saying before, I want to take Knives back to the only place that I have ever called home.”

 

“Where's that Mr. Vash?” Milly asked.

 

“Do you remember the SEEDS ship that fell to the ground? Well, I want to take him back there.”

 

“Ohhhh…” Milly and Meryl muttered at the same time.

 

“After all, the Doc already knows all about our… family feud,” Vash continued before taking the last gulp from his coffee cup. “And I feel that taking him to familiar surroundings will encourage him to change his views on humanity. Besides, he and I are responsible for what happened to the ship and I want to help everyone who…” he paused for a moment remembering all of the deaths, including Brad's. “…suu…sur…vived, adjust to liv…ahhh… living on Ggg…gun…smoke,” Vash choked out as tears poured from his sad eyes.

 

“Oh Vash…” Meryl breathed as she pulled his right hand away from the cup and entwined her fingers with his. “It will be alright…”

 

Vash looked at their joined hands and smiled slightly. “Ya' know, Meryl… just knowing that you will be with me, I have a feeling that it will be.” He then looked up into her bright eyes and knew that everything would be all right.

 

“So… when we gonna leave, Mr. Vash?” asked the big-girl.

 

“I would like to leave ASAP, but unfortunately, the next bus that goes directly to New Oregon won't come through here again for another two weeks. Besides, taking the bus would take at least seven days and I would really rather not have Knives on one for that long.”

 

“Then what do you purpose, Vash?” Meryl asked.

 

“Well, I saw a flat bed truck for sale today…”

 

“The one at the saloon, right?” she then interjected.

 

“Exactly! It would be perfect, too. If we can afford it, we could leave as early as tomorrow. And if we all took shifts to drive straight through, we could make it in about two and a half days. I just don't know if we have enough money, though…”

 

“Mr. Whittaker, the owner of the truck, did say that it's been up for sale for quite awhile now. And the only reason that he has it, in the first place, is because the previous owner decided to get into a drunken brawl in the saloon and… well … he didn't make it out alive.”

 

“Gee… that's terrible, Sempai!” Milly said sadly as she got up to refill everyone's empty coffee cups.

 

“Yeah, I know,” Meryl concurred before adding, “I guess the sheriff told him he could keep it to compensate for the damages in the saloon.”

 

“So, how much was that short-girl?” the blonde gunman asked.

 

“I don't know for sure, but Wes, one of the bartenders, said that it was about two grand.”

 

“Well…” Vash started as he thought about how much money he had on him. “If I take out 200 double-dollars for traveling expenses that would leave me with about 1,200 in cash.”

 

“And Milly and I have about 500 double-dollars right now. We won't get another check from Bernardelli until I send the most recent report. And we won't see those checks until about a week or so later.”

 

“Let's hope that the 1,700 will be enough. Meryl, could you talk to him in the morning?”

 

“Sure Vash.”

 

“What about me? What would you like for me to do?” Milly asked as she reached for another apple dumpling.

 

“We will play that one by ear, Milly. I would imagine that it will all depend on if we can get the truck or not,” Meryl answered.

 

“Well, I suppose I could go first thing in the morning and tell foreman Kyle that we will be leaving soon and maybe he will let me work just until noon. That's if we get to leave tomorrow afternoon. After all, every little bit helps, right?”

 

“Right,” Meryl agreed as she proceeded to move her left hand to pick up her coffee and realized that it was still entwined with Vash's right. She immediately looked over to him and saw a sweet smile on his face, which made her smile back as she used her right hand to pick up her cup. “Well, I suppose that we had better get a move on. Dishes need to be washed and I want to finish my report tonight, so, I can get it in the mail tomorrow,” she added after taking a sip.

 

“I guess you'll want your hand back, huh? Though, I really like holding it, short-girl. Ya' know… your hands are very soft and I bet that with all of the stroking of the keys you do that you are really good with them, too! ” the outlaw announced wickedly as his grin widened, while letting go of the tiny hand. Meryl's alabaster skin took on a pinkish hue as she rose from the table, smacked him on the back of the head and called him a pervert. She then moved to the sink and ran the water for the dishes.

 

“Mr. Vash, you are such a tease! You had better watch it or Meryl might pull out one of her derringers on you!” Milly lightly warned as she shook her head and smiled at the outlaw who turned his attention from the short insurance girl to her.

 

“I know, but I just can't seem to help myself!” Vash replied cheekily as he stood and carried his chair over to where his brother was lying unconscious a few feel away. He then sat down and completely turned his attention to his twin.

 

`Those two are something else. They had better make me an Aunt several times over,' Milly thought as she finished off her dumpling and got up to help Meryl with the dishes.