Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0005 ( Chapter 5 )

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 5

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Knives looked over at the door in surprise. He recognized the approaching footsteps as belonging to Meryl. He frowned in confusion as they continued to close the distance to his room. Meryl, he knew, wasn't supposed to be at home. It was, by his calculations, only the middle of the day and she should be at her place of employment. The door opened and she stepped in hesitantly. He raised one eyebrow in silent inquiry. Meryl? Hesitant? Not at chance. So, that meant that something was wrong. When she flopped down onto the chair beside his bed, his curiosity rose even more. He waited patiently for her to break the silence. He didn't have long to wait.

"Well, Knives…it looks like you and I are going to be spending more time together." She sighed heavily and leaned forward to rest her head in her hands, her elbows propped on her knees. "I just got fired." His eyebrows shot towards his hairline. "They said they couldn't afford such a volatile temper in a waitress and the customers were afraid to come in anymore. I just don't get it…" She sighed again and shook her head. "I don't know how I'm going to tell Vash and Millie…"

He frowned at her bowed head and pressed his lips together in a tight line to prevent the words on the tip of his tongue from emerging. Truthfully, he was rather relieved that she was no longer employed in that café of hers. It seemed to him that there were too many men there who had roving hands that seemed to zero in on her backside and other parts of her anatomy that they could reach. Of course, he couldn't very well tell **her** that. She'd probably misunderstand and jump to all the wrong conclusions. It wasn't that he actually cared about her…not in the least. After all, she was human and as far as he was concerned those creatures weren't appealing at all…even if some were almost interesting like Meryl.

"Oh well…at least I still have my wages from the insurance company." She straightened and smiled wanly. "The job at the café was for extra money, after all." She ran a hand through her hair and shrugged. "Oh well…I guess Vash can do without his daily doughnut fix."

**Doughnuts? That's why she put up with those disgusting slugs and their groping? All for Vash and his stupid doughnuts?!** The entire idea infuriated him. He scowled and turned his head away from her to stare up at the ceiling. The spider had expanded its web and it was well on its way to becoming a cobweb. Still, he did find the array of tiny filaments fascinating even if dust was now clinging to it.

"What are you looking at?" He blinked and looked at her again. She was staring at him curiously, her grey eyes intent on his face. He frowned and turned back to his perusal of the ceiling. She didn't really expect him to answer, did she? After all this time and she still seemed to expect a response from him to her prattling and occasionally irritating questions. He snorted and, as usual, refused to answer. Of course, he really didn't have an answer to her question either. How could he possibly begin to explain his current morbid fascination with the spider spinning its fragile web above him? He didn't even understand it himself. "Maybe I can hide in here for a while. Vash won't be back until later this evening and Millie's still at work…" His gaze snapped back to her. "You won't tell on me, will you Knives?" She laughed, a rather weak imitation of her usual happy sounds. "Maybe I can keep this a secret for a while…at least until I can figure out how to tell them." Once again his eyebrows shot up. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Meryl frowned down at him and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Stupid…" He grimaced when his voice cracked from the constant disuse from the past few months. "Human…" He cleared his throat and turned away from her. He silently berated himself for breaking his silence. Sure, she deserved to know the truth, but still…to lower himself to actually **talk** to her? What was he thinking?

Meryl blinked and stared, momentarily shocked speechless. Finally she shook herself out of her stupor to lean forward and peer down into his averted face suspiciously. "Did you say something, Knives?" She asked with a frown. His only answer was an annoyed grunt. "I thought so. Well…" She pulled back and sat again in her chair. "For a while there I was beginning to think you were mute."

His eyes snapped back to her and he scowled. "Stupid…" He was rather pleased that his voice wasn't nearly as rough this time as it had been the previous attempt at speech had been. "Human…" He finished on a growl. Oh yeah…he was getting back into it now. "Mute…bah!"

"Well, what was I supposed to think? I knew you couldn't be deaf from all the glaring you do whenever I talk to you, but since you never said anything…well, you know. What else could it have been? No one can be stubborn enough to refuse to speak for nearly three months."

"Never…" He paused and cleared his throat. "Had reason to." He could sure use a drink about now. His throat felt raw and abused. Maybe breaking his silence hadn't been such a good idea after all. "Water…" He croaked.

She smirked and reached for the glass set on the stand beside his bed. "Say please…"