Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Anniversary ❯ Happy Anniversary ( One-Shot )

Meryl absently munched on the bowl of homade 'chips' Milly had made.

She had made some mention of it being a family recipe, but Meryl

really didn't think about it for too long. She was trying to focus on

this article she was writing. She had to pay her portion of the bills

someway.

Meryl sighed and leaned back on her chair, glaring at the typewriter.

Milly was great with the housework and the cooking. She also worked

at the new waterplant. Vash was also working there. Meryl did

waitressing, but it didn't pay very well, even with tips. She hoped

maybe she'll be able to sell some articles and get them published or

something in order to get some greater double dollar flow.

She plucked out another chip and grumbled at her motionless

typewriter.

Meryl closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the house. Milly

was off today and she'd said she had something important to do in the

kitchen. She heard the clattering of pans and utensils, and Milly's

feet pacing hurriedly back and forth through the kitchen. Meryl took

a deep breath and smelled the mouth-watering scent of sugar and baked

goods. She wondered what was the big deal about making so much food

right now.

Bored and stumped, she could see no other reason to stay holed up in

her room. She got up and headed for the door. Maybe Milly had

something Meryl could help with. She was good at cooking, but she

didn't have the inventive genius Milly did.

Meryl headed down the stairs and heard Milly singing along to some

music she had playing. She walked into the kitchen and saw what could

have been two things.

Chaos... Or the preparations for a party.

"Milly? What are you doing?" Meryl asked, heading toward her friend.

Milly was fiddling with a contraption that was stirring what looked

to be like the thickest, sweetest icing in the universe.

Milly looked up and blinked at Meryl. She had flour smudged on her

nose and cheek. "Oh! Meryl! Are you done with your article?"

"No, but I can't really work on it if I have no idea what I'm going

to write about." Meryl dipped her finger quickly in the stirring

stuff. She put her finger in her mouth and moaned in delight. "Oh,

Milly, this is delicious!" She looked around and saw food on the

stove being cooked, stuff in the oven, and a couple other gadgets

being used to make something or other. Something smelled wonderfully

of coffee. "Milly, why are you making so much? What's up?"

Milly stared at Meryl owl-eyed before startling herself out of her

surprise. "You don't know, Meryl? Did you forget?" She leaned toward

Meryl to whisper something in her ear.

Meryl put a hand to her mouth, and looked at Milly as she pulled

away. The larger woman had a pleased grin on her face. "Milly, I'd

completely forgotten..."

"You want to take care of dinner while I take care of the desert?"

Meryl rolled up her sleeves with a devilish grin. "I'll make a

feast!" She headed toward the fridge with a determined glint. *I'll

make the best food I've ever made, and I'll put all my love into it!*

*

Vash stretched as he walked into the house and tossed his gear on the

chair by the door. "I'm home!" He cracked his neck and went to the

door on the immediate right to look in on his twin. Still

unconscious. His brow furrowed. Neither of the insurance girls were

watching him? He checked the clock on the wall. It'd be Milly's shift

wouldn't it? "Milly, Meryl?" he called out. They hadn't replied to

his 'I'm home' with the usual 'Welcome back' either.

Vash suddenly got a little worried. He inched into the house

cautiously, hoping nothing had happened to the girls while he was at

work. But the further he got into the house the more he was torn

between what to think. He couldn't hear them, and they weren't

responding, but he could smell luscious foods coming from within the

deeper recesses of the house. His stomach rumbled loudly.

Just as Vash stepped around the wall that lead from the living room

to the dining room a very loud, "SURPRISE!" startled him from his

hungry stupor. He stared in disbelief at the table decked with enough

food to feed the entire town, with a five layer cake the center

decoration (not to mention the mad icing decoration skills), and two

insurance girls, dressed in their best.

Vash didn't even think they had dresses like that.

Milly was in a simple, elegant dress of the same shade of blue as her

eyes. It had short sleeves that clung to her shoulder from a wide

oval neckline. The skirt billowed around her ankles. She was

barefoot. Meryl was also barefoot, but she was in a sleek, black

dress, sleeveless with thin straps and a cut that dipped into a

sexy 'v' to accent her cleavage. The dress molded to her body and

ended just above her knees. Vash could only stare at them, the food,

and the giant 'HAPPY ANNIVERSARY' sign above their head with mouth

agape.

They looked at him with such eagerness that he didn't allow himself

to stay in shock for very long. He waved at the entire picture before

him dramatically. "What's this?"

"Happy Anniversary, Mr. Vash!" Milly said happily before wrapping him

up in a squeeze.

"'Happy Anniversary'?"

Milly released him and Meryl was already standing by his side. She

gave him a brilliant smile. "I'd forgotten myself, Vash. Milly was

the only one who remembered. This is the anniversary of the first

time we met you and knew you were Vash the Stampede. We've been with

you ever since."

Vash stared at Meryl and at Milly wonder spreading across his

features. He grasped them both suddenly in his arms and held them

close, overwhelmed. They hugged him back.

When he finally pulled away, he gave them an abashed look. "I'm not

really dressed for the occasion," he murmured, looking embarrassed

about his work clothes.

"Nonsense!" Milly said. "We did this to celebrate. Meryl and I just

happened to have these old things lying around. You're fine!"

Vash shook his head. "No. This is a special occasion. I'll be right

back." Vash dashed to his room and came back moments later, feeling

much more appropriate in the clothes Meryl and Milly had bought for

him months ago. He hadn't had a chance to wear them yet.

When Milly saw him, she let out a delighted squeal. Meryl looked up

at him and flushed fiercely. Vash gave them both a wide grin. "So,

ladies? Shall we celebrate?"

Milly nodded and began to distribute the food. Meryl went to the

record player and turned it on. Vash was right beside

her. He looked down at her and gave her a wide grin. "Happy

Anniversary, Meryl."

She blushed a lovely shade of red and Vash led her to the table. He

looked at the giant cake Milly was already cutting and his heart

warmed.

The words "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY VASH!!" was decorated on the cake, in a

handwriting he recognized as Meryl's.