Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0004 ( Chapter 4 )

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 4

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Knives sighed and closed his eyes to block out the sight of the ugly ceiling and the spider web clinging to it. Not surprisingly, Vash had refused to kill the spider. **Stupid, idiotic moron…** He thought in disgust. Vash, he decided, had taken his 'no kill' attitude way too far. Not only did he refuse to kill humans when his own life was in jeopardy, but he also stubbornly refused to kill even an insect. **What the hell is wrong with him?!** It was infuriating…and frustrating. He just didn't understand what his brother could possibly be thinking in that empty head of his. He could almost understand his views about humans…almost…since they were, in their own right, sentient beings. But insects? It just didn't make any sense.

He sighed again and shifted uncomfortably. The pain had receded in his limbs to a dull ache and he was now able to move…a little. He still didn't think getting out of bed would be a very good idea, though. He had a feeling the resulting pain just wouldn't be worth the effort, even if there was a possibility of getting out of the damnable room and seeing something other than the ugly ceiling and the annoying spider. He found that he'd almost welcome seeing the humans as they scurried about their insignificant daily routines out in the bright light of day. He was beginning to think that if he never slept in a bed again that would be too soon for his liking. It wasn't that the bed he was currently occupying was particularly uncomfortable…quite the contrary…but after being confined to it for weeks on end, he was thoroughly sick of it.

He shifted again and scowled. Maybe he could convince Vash to at least prop him up in a sitting position so he could stare at something other than the ceiling with its cracked paint and the industrious spider spinning constantly above his face. Anything would be an improvement at this point. He was so bored he thought he'd go insane from it. He smirked and shook his head. Vash already thought he was loopy, so that wasn't an argument that would sway his brother to his way of thinking. He was almost to the point that he welcomed the time he spent with Millie and Meryl. He knew that something had to be done when he looked forward to Millie's constant babble accompanied by the gooey mess she called porridge.

Time ticked away at an agonizingly slow pace and he found himself wondering what everyone did with their time when they were away from him and his boring prison. Millie, he knew, worked with a construction crew that dug for water. At first he'd been more than a little surprised at the discovery that a woman was employed in such heavy manual labor. That was, until she'd displayed her shocking strength. He shuddered at the memory. He never…and he really meant **never**…wanted to get her pissed off at him. She'd been able to lift him without any effort despite the fact that he outweighed her by at least seventy-five pounds. He had a feeling that if she put her mind to it she could cause him a **lot** of unwelcome pain. Her job, he knew, took up the daylight hours…at least until the blistering heat of midday and early afternoon. So…where did she go during those hours? It was a mystery.

Meryl, he knew, worked at the local café…despite that unfortunate incident of two weeks before when she'd sent a customer into the oblivion of unconsciousness with a well-placed whack from her serving tray. He snickered as he remembered her retelling of the incident. He secretly felt the slug deserved everything he got and then some. It disgusted him that humans could have such little common sense or decency. If left up to him, the bastard wouldn't have an arm after that stunt he'd pulled. So, Meryl's job took up the morning and afternoon, leaving her evenings free. She spent some time with him, but where did she go after that?

And then there was Vash. His brother, he knew, was lazy beyond belief. Besides, no one in their right mind would hire the idiot. His penchant for disaster was too much of a deterrent for steady employment. Anyone unlucky enough to hire him would soon find their business establishment destroyed beyond recognition. Knives honestly didn't understand how Vash could cause so much havoc, but he understood the human's reluctance to take any chances where he was concerned. So, what did he do when he wasn't annoying him during lunch? He had to go somewhere…but where?

The only constant companion he had to relieve the boredom of the hours spent alone was a stupid, black cat with unbelievably huge green eyes. He'd really like to know where the feline came from and how it got in and out of his room with the door tightly shut and no windows, but he couldn't very well ask the animal itself. He didn't mind the cat, just as long as it didn't step on his still healing limbs or shove its tail up his nose as it was wont to do. It wasn't so bad when the creature just curled up on his chest and slept, the soft rumbling of its purr was actually quite relaxing. He wondered if cats could be trained and if so, could he train the animal to kill the damned spider hovering on its thin thread of web just above him?

He sighed and turned his head to survey the room again from his limited viewpoint. The cat hadn't come in yet. He frowned, wondering if he'd been abandoned by the feline as well. He didn't like that line of thinking. He hadn't been 'abandoned' by anything. His brother was keeping him prisoner and the humans had, well, human things to do. Besides, it wasn't as if he actually craved their company…was it? He shook his head sharply and returned his gaze to the ceiling and the spider. He narrowed his eyes and stared hard at the tiny creature and its web attached to the cracked and peeling paint. There was something almost…well…almost beautiful about the way the web caught the light and shone with an iridescent glow. He wondered why he'd never noticed it before. It was strange, really, how the pattern seemed to evolve as he watched and the industrious spider just kept spinning and spinning creating a beautiful tapestry that stretched across the ceiling and quivered with any motion in the air surrounding it. It was such a fragile construction, easily destroyed with very little effort, yet still it was…beautiful.