Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0002 ( Chapter 2 )

Trigun Fanfic

Trigun © Yasuhiro Nightow * Shonen Gaho-sha * Tokuma Shoten * JVC * Pioneer Entertainment (USA) Inc.

The following fanfiction was written by me (Chiruken) and is intended for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

--Incompatible-

Trigun Fanfic Featuring Knives and Meryl. Knives hates all humans. Meryl just hates Knives. It's a match ideal for the promise of Eden.

By Chiruken

Chapter 2

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Knives stared up at the ceiling hating it more and more with each passing moment. His brother, he decided, was an idiot. Of course, that wasn't news to him. He'd known that for some time. He scowled and narrowed his eyes. He never would've thought Vash had a penchant for cruelty, though. His current situation, however, pointed directly towards that conclusion. Why else would his brother place him in the keeping of the humans he hated so much? That was the only explanation. **Vash, you're a cruel, sadistic bastard.** He thought sourly as he heard an annoying sound emanating from just beyond the closed door to his current prison. After a moment, he recognized it as off-key humming. He grimaced and tried his level best to block out the sound.

He'd learned that there were two female spiders in the same dwelling as he was currently in. It was disgusting. He had no idea when Vash had taken up with them, but he could only conclude from the snatches of hushed conversation he'd overhead that these were the 'Insurance girls' his sources had informed him of. He frowned in concentration, trying to remember their names. **Millie something-or-other and Beryl or something like that.** He shrugged mentally and grimaced again. He really hated being in too much pain to perform even the simplest of gestures.

He became aware that the humming had stopped. He breathed a silent sigh of relief. He didn't mind music, but he much preferred it to **sound** like music and not some horrid replica of a Thomas' bellowing wheeze. He could hear water running and was immediately reminded that he was thirsty. He was annoyed that the human's had appeared to have forgotten about him…again. He scowled up at the ceiling. He'd be damned if he begged them for a measly drink. So what if his throat felt like sandpaper? He'd wait until Vash returned from wherever the idiot disappeared to during the day. Of course, he could die of thirst before then. He snorted disdainfully. **That's probably what they're hoping for.** He had no doubt that they'd be just as glad to dump his corpse out in the desert and let the dunes drift over him.

Footsteps intruded on his morbid contemplation of thirst, death and sandy dunes. He slowly turned his head towards the door, inordinately pleased that he was able to accomplish that on his own. He was really getting sick of being an invalid trapped in a bed and at the mercy of those around him. The door opened slowly to reveal the tall spider with the overly cheerful expression. He scowled and turned back to staring at the ceiling. Out of the two, he much preferred the smaller one. She was almost interesting. This one hardly ever reacted to anything. He decided that she just wasn't normal. **Probably mentally deficient.** He thought with a smirk. At least the other one had varying expressions ranging from worry to exasperation to red-faced anger. This one just kept smiling like an idiot.

"Good morning, Mr. Knives. How are you feeling today?" He ignored her, as usual. He doubted she'd really want to know what he thought. "I brought you some breakfast." **Oh goodie.** He thought sarcastically. "I made you some porridge." He grimaced. He was beginning to detest the stuff. It seemed all the humans could think to prepare was slop of some form or another. Did they think Vash had shot out his teeth? He winced when she sat on the edge of the bed causing the mattress to dip and shift his body painfully. "Um…open wide!" He glared up at her and clamped his lips tightly together. His eyes crossed as he stared at the spoon hovering just above his face. **Disgusting.** He thought with a frown. Of course, it didn't smell all that bad, but he wasn't about to let **her** know that. The woman smiled broadly and reached down with her free hand to pinch his nose. Eyes widening in shock he was left with no option but to open his mouth or suffocate. She took the opportunity to shove the spoon in. He glared up at her but swallowed lest he choke on the goopy concoction. "There…that wasn't so bad, was it?" She presented another spoonful to him. He stared at it for a moment before dutifully opening his mouth. He decided that the least amount of physical contact the better. If he just complied and ate the porridge she wouldn't touch him again. "Meryl and Mr. Vash are out shopping today." She continued in a sickeningly cheerful voice as she continued to shovel the grey matter into his mouth. He found he could barely keep up with the speed she was feeding him. "Mr. Vash convinced her to get some doughnuts this time." **Why the hell is she shoveling it in so damn fast?!** He nearly choked but valiantly swallowed. "There! All done!" **Thank God!** He thought a little desperately. "Well…I have to go now!" She stood, causing the bed the shift again. "Meryl should be here soon, so you don't have to worry about being alone, Mr. Knives." With that she left without a backwards glance.

He blinked and stared at the closed door. That had to have been the strangest encounter he'd experienced to date. **What the hell's wrong with her?** He thought with a frown. **That was odd…even for Millie.** He scowled up at the cracked paint. It wasn't that he cared one way or the other about the stupid female spider, but she'd nearly killed him with porridge just now. He could think of much better ways to die than being choked with mouthfuls of the quivering grey mess she called breakfast. He sighed deeply. She hadn't even thought to bring him a glass of water. **Figures.** He thought with disgust. He turned his head to stare at the door again. **And why was she in such a hurry?**