Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Mine ❯ On the Road Again ( Chapter 10 )

 

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 10: On the Road Again

 

 

 

 

Milly straightened her back and brought her left hand up to wipe the sweat from her brow as she held the handle of the shovel in the other. The survey team decided that it would be more advantageous for the village to place another well closer to the south end of town, where the soil wasn't so granular. The land there had some potential and with the work of the town's people, they could prepare the soil for crops. Besides, the newly discovered resource was more plentiful than what they had originally anticipated. So, once the word was out, the town would boom and the extra well would definitely be needed.

 

`At least I haven't needed my stungun for the past few days,' Milly thought as she leaned back over to continue digging. `I wonder where Sempai is. It must be after nine o'clock and she hasn't come over to see me yet.'

 

“Hey Milly!”

 

“Gee… what impeccable timing,” the big-girl mentioned as she straightened herself and looked over to the smaller woman who greeted her. “Why hello, Sempai! I was just wondering when you were gonna come and see me,” Milly added as she closed the distance between them. “So, how did it go?”

 

“Well… I got the truck and for only 1,400 in cash…” Meryl answered somberly.

 

“That's great! Mr. Vash will be so happy and we can leave today and…” Milly trailed off as she took in the sad features of the woman in front of her. “Sempai, what else besides the 1,400 double-dollars?”

 

“Nothing…” the short-girl whispered as she hung her head.

 

“Now Meryl you know you can't lie to… wait… where are your earrings?”

 

“Ummm… well I guess that the damages to the saloon were over three grand while the truck's worth about six. I…I guess Mr. Whittaker's wife really liked them and he still needed to get her a birthday present. So, we made a deal,” Meryl sighed as she lifted her head and smiled a little at her partner. “So, in all actuality, we got the truck for a bargain I'd say. Besides, they're only earrings and it's not like I can't get another pair,” the petite woman added as she returned to her normal confident self.

 

“But Meryl… weren't they a family heirloom from Earth?”

 

“Yeah, they were crafted around 1985 Earth-time.”

 

“Wow! Are you sure you want to give them up? I mean… there has got to be another way.”

 

“I'm sure. Besides, Vash is worth it!” Meryl declared, her smile brightening. “Well, I'm gonna get us packed. I'll leave your traveling clothes out, that way when you come home all you have to do is shower.”

 

“Oh thank you, Sempai!” Milly chirped before quickly adding, “Foreman Kyle said that I could leave whenever I needed. I figured that I would work until noon, kay.”

 

“Sounds good, I'm gonna head back now. I still need to get the money over to Mr. Whittaker and I want to make sure that Vash took a nap. So, I'll see ya' in a few,” Meryl said as she waived to her partner while turning to leave. Then she thought of one thing that she needed tell Milly. “Oh… one more thing, Milly,” she quickly added as she turned around to face the big-girl. “Could we keep the earring thing a secret? I don't want him to feel guilty about this…”

 

“Why sure, Sempai!”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Milly watched her Sempai walk away and wondered how she got so lucky to be paired up with such a wonderful person. `Well… two wonderful people, if you included Mr. Vash.' she thought as she turned to continue working on the new well.

 

 

 

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The first thing Meryl noticed when she walked through the front door was the silence. She hoped that it was because a certain blonde gunman with a doughnut fetish actually listened to her and took a nap. But, with Vash anything was possible. So, she quickly looked in the kitchen and saw that it was empty save for the man on the cot. `Good he must be sleeping,' she thought, but decided to go upstairs to make sure. She also had to collect the 1,400 double- dollars, so, she could get it over to the saloon and pick up the truck.

 

“Well I'll be…” Meryl whispered, a few minutes later, as her gaze landed on the bed and saw Vash's long athletic form lying there. He was sleeping on his stomach with his head turned slightly so that he faced the desk on the opposite wall. His prosthetic arm was up and over the pillow, while the right was also up, only under it, both slightly grasping the fluffy mass. She also noticed that he left some money out on the nightstand, 1,200 double-dollars to be exact.

 

She made her way over to her pink suitcase pulled out 200 before silently stepping over to the sleeping man, stopping before him. She looked down to his sweet face and whispered, “Sleeping like a baby.” Then without realizing what she was doing, Meryl bent over and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. As she pulled away, she saw him smile while he incoherently mumbling something about kissing angels.

 

“No Vash, you're the Angel,” she breathed before picking up the money sitting out for her and quickly left to go pick up the truck.

 

If she had waited for a moment longer, then she would have been greeted with warm aqua eyes and a matching smile. “No Meryl, you are my Angel,” the handsome man said to himself, while closing his eyes so he could dream about a promising future with Meryl Stryfe, his Angel.

 

 

 

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About an hour and a half after the sweet kiss, Vash found himself lying on his back and wide-awake. He figured that it was about eleven o'clock and that he got plenty of sleep. Well, at least for that moment in time. But, for some reason he just couldn't get up, even with the temptation of having a very luscious short-girl in Milly's room packing.

 

With his hands tucked under his head, Vash stared at the ceiling while trying to figure out if he was doing the right thing by taking his brother to the fallen SEEDS ship. Sure, after several hours of `discussions' with the maniacal twin, some last night and some on the trek back from the `war zone,' Knives promised that he would not purposely cause another harm while deciding if humanity deserved to exist or not.

 

“But still… it's a start.” Vash said to himself.

 

One thing that did concern him was what Knives had commented on after Meryl made her hasty retreat the night before. On a long exhale of breath, Vash closed his eyes as he recalled the disturbing part of their telepathic conversation…

 

“So… Vash,” the platinum blonde mentally began as his gaze returned to his twin sitting in the chair next to him.

 

“What is it Knives?”

 

“These female Homo sapiens that have been following you, are they yours?”

 

“Mine, brother? What do you mean?” the golden blonde replied with a hint of irritation lacing the thoughts as he narrowed his eyes.

 

“Oh you know… your servants. After all, we are both superior beings, of a higher class if you will… It would be expected that we would have these things that are below our stature wait on us.” Knives clarified with an air of superiority. “It is a very intriguing concept, don't you think?”

 

“No, they are not my servants! They are my friends and companions. I will never treat them as anything other than equals and I hope that someday you will feel the same, brother!” Vash replied defensively. “Sh… they are very special.”

 

“I see, dearest brother,” Knives stated as he felt just how special `she' really was. “Hmmm… is she… I'm sorry, are they more precious than Saint Rem, Vash?”

 

“In a sense… yes,” Vash sighed out loud. Knives knew about his feelings for the short-girl, so, there was no sense in denying it. He then gave is brother a small smile and telepathically added, “Rem was an excellent mentor, a mother figure and I wouldn't be who I am today with out her, but Meryl is… well… she is… different. I can't even explain it to you… it's like nothing I have ever experienced. All I can say is that I hope that someday you will have the opportunity to feel this sensation.”

 

Knives narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized his brother's state of being. Even though they had been apart for so long, they still shared the same bond, a blood bond that only Plant twins could share. When the connection was open between the siblings, as it had been, he knew what his brother was thinking, felt what he was feeling. Since Vash was thinking of the smaller human, Knives felt contentment, completion, and a deep love radiating all throughout his twin. However, there was something more, more basic, primal. It was almost as if his brother on a molecular level needed to bond with that human, but not like a bond that they shared, this was something different, something consuming, hedonic…

 

A mating.

 

Knives closed his eyes for a moment to digest the new sensations that were coming from his brother. With a sigh, he returned his steely blue gaze back to his twin. “Very well brother, your `friends' will forever be safe from my wrath if I decide that the rest of humanity is not worth being spared,” Knives graciously conceded.

 

“What the hell was that about anyway,” Vash mumbled to no one as he opened his eyes, looking to the ceiling and thought, `I felt him go through me probing, analyzing, surmising, but for what? I mean he did it right after he asked about the girls… about Meryl. Will he actually tolerate them?'

 

“Gyah, why can't life ever be simple,” the outlaw complained as he sat up to look around the sparse room. “Hmmm… short-girl must have already packed in here. I guess that it is safe to assume that she got the truck. I just hope she left that change of clothes in the closet for me,” he mumbled, rising from the bed and walking over to the closet door. He opened it and, sure enough, there was his bag in the corner and hanging right next to it was a button down shirt of electric blue cotton and a pair of slate colored slacks. Vash pulled out the clothing and strode to the bathroom to shower.

 

 

 

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Meryl looked around the kitchen, taking inventory of what still needed to be packed. All she saw were two things, a demented Plant, who looked deceivingly peaceful in slumber and a box of doughnuts, which she knew Vash would eat before they even left. All that needed to be stored in the truck was Vash's bag, his twin, a mattress that their landlord said they could take (for said twin) and some toiletries that could be packed just as soon as Milly finished working and took a shower.

 

“As a matter of fact, Milly should be here any minute,” Meryl realized as she noticed that it was a little after noon. Just as she finished the sentence, the shorter insurance girl heard the front door open and Milly yell `I'm back.' Walking into the living room, Meryl met the taller woman and gave her a big smile and asked, “How was your last day?”

 

“Oh Sempai, everyone was so sad to see us leave and they all wished us the best of luck and even some of the wives put together a little care package for us… see!” Milly chirped as she held out her hands to show Meryl a basket full of breads, fresh fruits, pastries, and, of course, pudding. “Look they even gave us a few of dallons of water!” Milly added as she pointed over to the doorway.

 

“Wow that was really nice of them!”

 

“Yeah I know… oh guess what else?”

 

“What?”

 

“Foreman Kyle even paid me for a full day's wages again, isn't that wonderful! Here you go Sempai!” Milly said gaily as she put the basket down and handed the envelope over to the short-girl.

 

“It sure is Milly, it sure is!” Meryl agreed before advising her partner, “I believe Vash is done in the bathroom so you should be able to get in there and shower.”

 

“Right and I'll be quick about it, too.”

 

“Great, it would be nice to be able to get on the road by one,” the petite woman said as she watched her partner climb to steps to shower. She stood there for a moment contemplating what should be done next, when she heard Milly greet Vash and told him that she was in the living room. Meryl heard his footsteps and watched as he descended the stairs. However, once she saw him she inwardly groaned.

 

Who would have thought that a few hours of sleep, new clothes, a shower, and a shave would make her want to throw her inhibitions away? All so she could go and jump on the blonde Adonis who walked toward her. But, they did and oh how tempting it was to do just that!

 

Vash the Stampede filled her senses as she took in how he looked with is hair down and still damp from the shower and his jaw clean-shaven. The new clothes that she had bought for him were absolutely perfect. The shirt, which he left unbuttoned at the top, almost seemed to be cut specifically for him as it accentuated his broad shoulders and lean waist. While the color, an electric blue, brought out the darker hues in his eyes making them look almost teal. Then there were the slate gray slacks, with the flat front. They fit him like a glove, emphasizing every muscle as he strode confidently over to her while holding his bag over his left shoulder.

 

`God is he gorgeous,' she thought heatedly, while ogling the man that should have been worth the sixty billion just because of how damn sexy he was.

 

“So, short-girl… like what you see?” Vash questioned as a knowing smirk appeared on his handsome face. `At least I know that I have the same effect on her as she does to me,' he thought inwardly.

 

“I… ahhh… I…”

 

“Yes Meryl?”

 

“I think you… ahhh… look nice,” the petite woman stammered as she blushed profusely.

 

“Why thank you,” Vash said as a feral grin spread across his face. “You know, I think that you might appreciate this outfit more if we went up stairs and you took it off of me!”

 

“BBB...But what about, Milly?”

 

`Huh? Did she just say what I thought she said?' Vash wondered disbelievingly as he took in the shorter woman's heated gaze. `I'll be damned, she is actually thinking about doing it… ugh… if there was only time…' he added internally, as the temptation before him made it exceeding difficult to keep his priorities straight.

 

“Oh Meryl… if there were only time,” Vash finally murmured out loud as he raised his real hand to caress her cheek. He was so tempted to kiss her right then and there, but with fire already running through his veins, he knew that it would be impossible to stop until he had her naked and moaning underneath him. Then as he lowered his hand from her cheek, he sighed, “So, what still needs to be done?”

 

“Well… everything is loaded in the truck except for your brother, the twin mattress for him, a couple of care packages from the crew working on the well, and the things left in the shower. Oh there's a box of doughnuts on the table for you, too.”

 

“Doughnuts… really?”

 

“Yep, but you can't have them until everything else is loaded.”

 

“Not even one?” whined the blonde as he watched Meryl shake her head no. “Well, I had better get the rest of the stuff loaded so I can have a snack!” And in a flash he was out the door with his bag and part of the care package in tow.

 

 

 

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Thirty minutes later, the trucked pulled out of the soon to be prosperous town with Vash driving (against the short-girl's better judgment) heading east. Meryl sat next to him in the middle while Milly, for the time being, sat next to the window.

 

“So, how long are the shafts going to be?” Milly curiously asked.

 

“Don't you mean shifts Milly?” Meryl corrected.

 

“Yeah, how long are they?”

 

“Well…” Vash started, while considering the question. “I guess that we will play that one by ear. Each of us can drive until we get tired, then switch.”

 

“That will work, YAAAAY!” an ever-so chipper Milly replied.

 

After a few minutes of driving Meryl noticed something strange, the suns were slightly behind them instead of on the driver's side of the truck. “Ummm…Vash?”

 

“Yes Meryl?”

 

“Isn't New Oregon north? Aren't we supposed to be heading north?”

 

“Actually, New Oregon is northeast and we will be heading in that direction in a few hours, but first, I have to go somewhere.”

 

“Where Mr. Vash?” chimed in the taller woman.

 

He glanced over to the insurance girls before turning his gaze back to the open desert ahead of them. Then on the exhale of a deep breath, he supplied, “I need to go back to Demitrihi. I made a promise that I would retrieve something that I left out there.”