Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0007 ( Chapter 7 )

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 7

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Vash was staring at him expectantly again. He snorted and turned his head away, refusing to acknowledge him. His brother, as usual, was waiting for him to comment on his inane blithering chatter. **Tough.** He thought ungraciously. He had absolutely nothing to say to him…at least nothing he'd want to hear. He wasn't about to start spouting that 'love and peace' crap just because his brother had been trying to brainwash him into believing in that bull. If Vash really was serious about it, he'd be using more of his Plant abilities to wear down Knives' resistance. But of course his brother wouldn't ever do that…he refused, even now, to accept the true nature of his existence. Vash was still trying to be human. Knives' lip curled in disgust. **Idiot.** He thought sourly. Vash was a Plant and the sooner he accepted that the sooner he could get over his silly infatuation with the humans who seemed to take great pleasure in tormenting him. No matter how much he longed for it to be otherwise, Vash was just going to have to come to terms that he wasn't human and learn to live with it.

"Come on, Knives." He winced at the wheedling tone he was using. "It isn't that hard, is it?" He frowned, trying to decide what it was his brother was blabbering about this time. Was it the 'love and peace' thing again? Or was it something to do with admitting that he'd been wrong about humans? Their conversations always came down to that so it was hard to tell what it was that Vash was trying to get at this time around. Knives had long since stopped listening to everything his twin said. It had become tedious to listen to the dull lectures day in and day out. Eventually Vash would have to come to realize that his will couldn't be swayed in this matter. "Well, fine, then." Vash stood, his frustration clear. "Be that way. I'm tired of wasting my time talking to myself." Knives glanced over at him from the corner of his eye. "I just don't get it. All I'm trying to do is help you and you're still acting like this." He winced when the door slammed behind him.

He rolled his eyes and snorted again before shifting to a slightly less uncomfortable position. Vash hadn't remembered to prop him up before leaving. He sighed and shook his head as he stared up at the ceiling. Frowning thoughtfully he wondered if he could do it himself. Gritting his teeth, he proceeded to try and finally gave up and relaxed against the soft mattress with a soft, frustrated curse. He was thoroughly sick of being too weak to perform even the simplest of tasks like sitting up and changing his position on the cursed bed that had become his prison. He suppressed a childish urge to through a tantrum.

The door opened slowly and he turned his head to look in surprise at the new arrival. His eyebrows rose when he saw Meryl hesitating in the doorway. "What do you want?" He asked softly but with venom, not wanting his voice to carry to his brother's ears. He'd refused to speak to Vash and it just wouldn't do to let him know that he'd deigned to converse with his little human pet.

Meryl stepped into the room and closed the door behind her quietly before crossing the short distance to glare down at him. "You're unbelievable!" She hissed furiously, small hands closed into fists at her sides. He wondered briefly is she was going to hit him. She hadn't resorted to physical abuse yet, but he wouldn't put it passed her to give up on merely verbally abusing him. "Vash only wants to help you and you're being such an ass about it."

"So what?" He turned his head away from her to stare at the wall beside him. It wasn't much better than the wall at the foot of the bed, only lacking the burn marks and grooves of the other one.

"So what?!" He winced as her voice rose before she closed her eyes and drew in deep, calming breaths. "I can't believe you!" She dropped into the chair beside his bed. "Why do you insist on hurting him? Is it because you're so miserable that you want company?"

"You know what they say…misery loves company." He glared at her for a moment. "Help me up."

"Why should I? It would serve you right if we all just stopped coming in here and let you rot in your own miserable existence." She scowled down at him. "Where would you be then? If you didn't starve to death you'd dehydrate and die that way. Sometimes I think Vash should've just left you out in the desert to die. Maybe then he wouldn't be feeling like this. Or maybe he should've just killed you outright. It would've saved us the trouble of putting up with your crap."

He blinked in surprise. "Vash wouldn't do that, woman."

"No, he wouldn't. But he should have." She leaned closer, invading his personal space in his opinion. "You're an evil, evil man, Knives. You take pleasure in hurting others. You're a homicidal maniac blown up with egotistical self-importance. You're not a god! You may not be human, but you're still mortal and not omnipotent."

"A god?" He snorted. "Not likely. A superior being? Absolutely. You humans are all the same!" He reached up and fisted his hand in the soft material of her blouse, drawing her down further. "You're parasites! Your entire existence is based on raping and pillaging without a thought to the other organisms that exist along side you!" His blue eyes narrowed in rising anger. "You destroyed the planet you originated from! Your kind are the only species in existence that preys upon itself! You're worse than animals! Filthy, disgusting, stupid, arrogant humans!"

It was her turn to blink in surprise at his vehemence. "Is that what you think?" She asked with deceptive calm. "That we're animals? We're trying, Knives! We're trying to survive. Every living thing desires to continue living…even you!"

"No, not animals…parasites! You thrive by living off the Plants! You trap them, imprison them, use them and then discard them as if they're nothing but garbage!"

"We're doing the best we can! Give us an alternative, Knives! Tell me how we can do better!"

"Die!" He shouted and flung her away from him. "Just die, already and leave the Plants alone!"

"That isn't an option! Try again." She sat slowly again and watched him warily. "We need the Plants to survive because you trapped us on this Godforsaken planet in the first place. I never asked for this, Knives. I did nothing to deserve it and neither did the majority of the people here."

"Humans destroyed their planet…they'll do it again. It's only a matter of time before they wipe out the entire universe with their greedy disregard for…"

"We're not all like that!" She jumped to her feet again to lean over him. "God! You're such an ass! You can't judge everyone for the crimes of a few!" She spun away from him and stomped to the door. "You're such an unbelievable jerk." With that parting shot, she left.

Knives closed his eyes, hands clenching into fists as he fought to control the rage rising within him. She didn't understand…not that he'd expected a **human** to sympathize with the plight of the Plants. He drew in several deep breaths and finally sighed. He was alone again…and still he was flat on his back. He had a feeling it was going to be a long day. He doubted she'd return for a while…at least until her temper cooled enough to remember that she'd forgotten to bring him something to eat.