Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0003 ( Chapter 3 )

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 3

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Knives gritted his teeth and slowly raised his arm a couple inches off the mattress. Closing his eyes in a grimace of pain he allowed it to fall back to the sheets and spent the next few minutes drawing in deep gulps of air as he fought the wave of nausea the pain had brought. He had to admit that it was an improvement, even if it was a small one. He was just lucky that his kind healed so fast otherwise he'd probably be dead…or at the very least a quadriplegic. **Did he really have to shoot me so many times?** He closed his eyes and winced at the very noticeable whine in his thoughts. **Great. Now I'm sounding even more like Vash.**

He sighed and drummed his fingers on the sheets. He was bored. There was nothing to occupy his time except to stare up at the ugly ceiling and contemplate the destruction of the human race. Of course, it was frustrating to think about his failed plans in view of the fact that he was currently at the mercy of the humans he hated so much. It didn't matter how he looked at it, he'd sunk so far that it would probably take at least another century to dig himself out of the pit he'd found himself in. He just couldn't understand why his brother had done this to him. **What did I ever do to deserve this?** He thought with a scowl. He coughed and grimaced. **Well, beyond the obvious, that is.**

He sighed and looked towards the door. It was getting to be close to the time one of his brother's females would be coming to check on him. They seemed to have a schedule for these visits of theirs. Breakfast was Millie and her infuriating cheer, lunch was Vash and his lectures about love and peace, and then the evening was taken up with Meryl and her glaring contests. He felt a smile curve his lips as he listened for the sound of footsteps. He was looking forward to seeing how many shades of red her face would turn before she gave up and just yelled at him. He counted off the minutes silently and scowled. **She's late.**

He turned his attention back to the ceiling and narrowed his eyes as he focused on a dark spot that seemed to be moving across the cracked paint. **Ugh…spider…** He hated spiders…both the human variety and the arachnid type. He'd get Vash to get rid of it. He'd do it himself, but he was currently confined to his bed and unable to move due to the pain in his body. He really hated pain. He'd never been able to deal with it well at all. Vash, on the other hand, had been better equipped for it and at times Knives wondered if his brother had a predilection towards masochism. He shuddered at the thought and winced. How someone could actually **welcome** pain was a complete mystery to him, yet his twin's behavior over the last century seemed to point towards that conclusion. Why else would he let the humans he loved so much shoot holes in his body and damn near kill him every time he was amongst them? Knives decided that he'd never understand his brother and his seeming love for the pain that had been inflicted on him.

He looked towards the door again, straining his hearing for any sign of movement beyond. He could hear nothing and that puzzled him. Meryl should be in his room right now hovered over him and glaring down at him as she forced him to eat whatever she brought for his evening meal. Of course, he didn't really mind the food she brought, not that he'd ever let **her** know that. It just wouldn't be nearly as entertaining if he were to acquiesce easily. At least Meryl seemed to understand that he still had a full set of teeth in his head and fed him accordingly. **So…where is she?** He thought with a scowl. He closed his eyes and concentrated, exerting precious energy as he 'searched' for her. **She isn't even in the house.** He thought with some surprise as he opened his eyes again to stare up at the spider currently spinning a web above his head. He ignored the tiny creature and frowned thoughtfully. What could make her so late? He knew she had a job in the local café…he'd gleaned that much from overhearing heated conversations between her and his brother. Perhaps she'd been required to stay late? Of course, that didn't make a lot of sense to him. If that were the case she would've just sent Vash or Millie to take her place. Meryl never forgot about him and his need for sustenance. So…where the hell was she?

Knives hated to admit it, but he was concerned. Meryl, he'd discovered during the time of his convalescence, was obsessed with order. She made a schedule and expected everyone to abide by it. He could almost admire that in her…almost. She was neat and tidy, methodical in her approach to nearly everything she did. And that, too, he could almost admire. She had a stubborn streak that rivaled anything he'd ever seen before yet she also maintained an open mind. He scowled and reluctantly decided that he could almost admire that about her, too. If not for one minor detail, he found that he could almost like her. That detail, unfortunately, was non-negotiable. She was human and therefore, in his opinion, scum…disgusting, parasitic…but…strangely appealing. He shook his head sharply. Where had that thought come from? He really needed to get out of his room…he was beginning to lose what sense he had.

He was drawn out of his conflicting thoughts by the sound of running feet. The door to his room banged open causing him to start and jump, jarring his injuries painfully. He blinked and stared as his eyes fell on the intruder in the beginnings of a scowl. The expression altered immediately to confusion as he took in the disheveled appearance of his visitor. "S-sorry! Sorry I'm late." He frowned uncertainly as Meryl crossed the room nearly tripping in her haste. She looked strangely flustered and he wondered what could have ruffled her usual professional calm so much to show. "Ugh…men." She muttered as she pulled a chair over to his bedside. He looked up at her and waited patiently for her to continue. He had a feeling it was going to be an interesting tirade to listen to. "stupid, stinky, slobbering, disgusting…" She shook her head and balanced a plate on her lap. "Honestly…what makes them think that women actually enjoy being groped?"