Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0006 ( Chapter 6 )

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 6

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Knives stared at the wall across from him and scowled before tipping his head back to look for his spider and its web. Of course, it was nowhere to be seen. Meryl had decided to go on a cleaning frenzy. He should be relieved that the tiny arachnid and its silver threads were no longer hanging over his head, but all he felt was disappointment and an odd sense of sadness. He sighed and closed his eyes. Even the cat had disappeared after Meryl had caught it on the table in the other room. He shook his head slowly from side to side as he remembered the ensuing chaos that had followed her discovery. He wondered what was going to disappear next. He wouldn't put it passed her to try to find a way to get rid of both Millie and Vash, too. It seemed she liked to dispose of all his other companions, so why should they be any different?

He sighed and returned his attention to the wall. Somehow, the cracked and peeling dark paint of the ceiling seemed much more appealing than the sterile metal of the wall across from him. Scuffs and scrapes marked the surface making him wonder where the humans had scavenged this little bit of material from. Tilting his head to the side in consideration, he thought he detected signs of scorch marks as well as grooves that appeared to have been made by bullets. Maybe it would be better to not know where that wall came from after all.

He shifted uncomfortably and closed his hands into fists at his sides. Movement was becoming easier, though there was still residual pain in his limbs from where his brother had shot him. He was beginning to wonder if the pain would ever go away. He didn't want to even think about spending the rest of his life hurting like this. He had no idea how long he could expect to live, but if his current age was any indication then that would be much too long to spend in pain.

He sighed again, thoughts returning to his brother. Vash's irritating lectures had dwindled and now he seemed content to talk to him about the past. It was all very confusing to Knives. He didn't want to think about the past. He didn't want to remember Rem Saverem and the rest of the crew of the Seeds ship they'd spent the first year of their life on. As much as he disliked the memories Vash liked to dredge up, there was one he hated on a level that far surpassed anything he could even begin to describe. Every time he thought about it, his head would spin and it would become nearly impossible to breathe as hate washed over him threatening to make him vomit from the intensity of the feeling. Even worse, though, was the accompanying fear. He'd thought himself passed that stage. After all, he'd ensured that there really wasn't anything left of the man to fear, yet even after all these years he could close his eyes and see Steve's face, his features twisted into a cruel grin as he raised his hand… Knives shook himself to clear the memory from his mind's eye. **Don't think about it!** He thought a little desperately as he felt the familiar nausea twist his insides.

Vash still seemed to be enamored of that woman, Rem. Everything he talked about seemed to always lead to her. Knives was getting thoroughly sick of it. The woman had been dead for over a century and still Vash couldn't stop talking about her. He sighed and closed his eyes. Sure, he still thought about her, too…but not on the same level as his brother. If it wouldn't have been for Rem and her selfless sacrifice, all the humans would be dead and he could enjoy his long dreamt of Eden with his brother. But no…she'd had to go and kill herself in the process of saving everyone else. Of course, he did feel a little guilty about her death, but not enough to sway his ultimate goals. Vash, on the other hand, had gone completely off the deep end over it, going so far as to try to kill him on several occasions. Honestly, what was so wonderful about her anyway? Sure, she'd been nice to them…but he was fairly certain that it would have changed once she came to realize the truth about the 'children' she'd adopted and took under her wing. He winced as he thought of her likely reaction to the ultimate discovery of their true nature. He doubted even her live and let live policy would've survived under the strain of that.

Slowly he opened his eyes to stare sightlessly at the wall again. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was beginning to wonder if he'd made a mistake in killing Rem's only surviving blood relative. It had been that fiasco that had driven Vash to nearly destroying him along with July City. He'd barely escaped that with his life intact. It had taken a long time for him to recover from the injuries his brother had inflicted on his body. It infuriated him that Vash had shot him…he hadn't quite been able to forgive his brother for that betrayal yet.

Since Meryl no longer had a job to go to every day she'd been spending more time annoying him. She'd taken over Millie's breakfast duties and Vash's lunch visits as well as her own evening ritual of verbal torture. Vash still visited occasionally, but it seemed that his brother was content to let the woman take his place at Knives' bedside. He'd never admit it aloud, but his twin's seeming abandonment had hurt him almost more than his bullets had. **Whatever happened to his conviction that he was going to be the one to 'save' me?** He thought sourly as he slowly folded his arms across his chest with a grimace of pain. If Vash intended to do any saving and convincing, shouldn't he be spending more time at it? He sighed and shook his head. He hated to admit it, but he was lonely. Despite his brother's penchant for dredging up memories best left forgotten, Knives still craved his company. Why wouldn't he? After all, Vash was his brother…his flesh and blood. Everything he'd ever done had been for him, only the jackass refused to see it that way.

He snorted and looked towards the door. It was almost time for Meryl's lunch hour torture session. He smirked and settled back for another sparring match. He enjoyed their battle of wills more than he'd thought possible. For a human, she was very interesting…and entertaining. Somehow he doubted she'd appreciate learning that she was his daily entertainment. The little woman had a lot of pride and it would be ruffled if she thought that he actually enjoyed the time they spent together. He frowned as he thought about it. It was true, he found; he **did** enjoy spending time with her. It was an odd feeling of love and hate. He loved to rile her, to get her temper to boil over, while at the same time he hated her for being human. It really was too bad that she was one of those hateful parasitic creatures. It was one flaw that he really couldn't overlook. He shrugged and decided that he would just enjoy taunting her and use her for entertainment until the time came to once again implement his plans. After all, he wouldn't be confined to this damned bed forever and he still had a goal to reach. He was confident that he'd be able to convince Vash that his mission was true and just eventually…if only he could somehow get him away from the humans long enough to do so.