Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0009 ( Chapter 9 )

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 9

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It was time, he decided, to do something about his confinement. He was thoroughly sick and tired of staring at the same four walls and dreary ceiling. He was beyond caring whether or not his still aching body was capable of withstanding the rigors of what he was about to demand of it. He needed to get out of the damned room and see something else. He was so bored that even the knowledge that he'd be causing himself immeasurable pain couldn't deter him from his set course.

Gritting his teeth in grim determination he swung his legs over the side of the bed. So far so good…the pain was bearable, merely straining discomfort and not stabbing agony. Shifting his weight forward he drew in a deep breath and pushed himself up from the soft comfort of the mattress and swayed, his head spinning with dizziness and sudden pain. "Damn…" He muttered and held himself stiffly still as he waited for the wave of nausea to pass along with the trembling weakness he felt in his limbs. He was thankful that he was alone. He doubted he could withstand the torment flooding his protesting muscles as well as the jeering he was likely to receive from Meryl if she could see him swaying where he stood, close to collapse from the exertion he'd just pushed himself to perform.

He narrowed his eyes and studied the distance from himself to the door before sighing. Considering that it had taken all his strength to just stand up he seriously doubted he could make it across the short distance to the door without falling flat on his face. The humiliation that would accompany such an occurrence made him cringe. Meryl would never let him live it down if she were to come in and find him sprawled in an ignominious heap on the floor. He glanced down at the floor and raised a hand quickly to cover his mouth when he felt his stomach heave. He never realized how far down it actually was until that moment. **Just my luck…** He thought sourly as he fought to keep his stomach where it belonged and not in his throat. **Now I'm experiencing vertigo. Figures.**

When his stomach had settled to a more sedate level of protestation he glanced back at the bed grimly. He had a choice to make now. Get back into the bed and stay bored, or attempt to walk and possibly fall on his face. He looked back to the door and scowled. He'd been confined to the room for too damn long for his liking but he wasn't looking forward to the possibility of falling either. He looked from the bed to the door several times with a frown before sighing. There really was no help for it. He had to make the attempt and risk the embarrassment or he'd go out of his mind and finally crack up from staring at the same damn walls for much longer. "At least I won't be bored anymore…" He muttered under his breath as he gathered his strength to take the first step. Drawing in a deep breath he closed his eyes and moved…only to have his leg buckle under the strain of trying to support his weight as the door opened.

"Knives!" He winced at Meryl's startled cry and tried to prepare himself for the impact of the floor with his face. Instead of the hard floor, he landed on something soft…and warm. He opened his eyes to find himself staring into Meryl's startled grey gaze. "Idiot. You shouldn't be out of bed yet." She grunted with the strain of supporting his weight. "Okay…easy does it…" She guided him back to the bed carefully, her arms locked around his waist, and slowly lowered him to the mattress. "Whew…you're heavy! Don't do that again." She sat heavily in the chair and sighed, face red from the exertion of practically carrying him. "Unlike Millie, I can't just carry you around, Knives. I'm not strong enough."

"Should've just let me fall…" He muttered and allowed himself to fall back to stare up at the ceiling.

Meryl peered at him in surprise. "You mean to say you'd rather be on the floor right now?" She shrugged. "Suits me just fine, but then I'd have to pick you up and get you back into the bed any way, so this works out much better I think."

"Bah…" He sighed and slowly pushed himself back into a sitting position, trying not to wince from the discomfort in his protesting muscles. "I'm bored." He admitted grudgingly.

"So you'd rather risk reopening your wounds to divert your boredom? I never would've pegged you to be a masochist, Knives."

"I'm not…" He began heatedly before closing his mouth with an audible click. He had to admit that his recent actions actually did point towards that conclusion. "At least bring me something to read, then."

She tilted her head to the side in careful consideration, lips pursed into a thoughtful frown. "You really want to get out of here, don't you?" She asked softly, grey eyes intent on his face.

"What do you think?" He counted without rancor. "I've been staring at the same thing for four months. I'm going insane from the lack of mental stimulation."

She shrugged and stood slowly. "Then why not put your mind to planning out the destruction of the human race?" She cast a rather nasty smile in his direction before heading for the door. "You've no one to blame but yourself, Knives. Your attitude and snide remarks drove everyone else away. I'm all you have left and I'm not going to give in to your crap so you can just sit tight and deal with being bored." She closed the door quietly behind her.

He stared at the door in open-mouthed shock. Never, in his one hundred and thirty-one years had anyone ever spoken to him in such a manner. Not even Rem when she'd been scolding him for something or other that he'd done. Even Vash, in all his anger, had never been so…so…cold. His eyes narrowed on the door and he scowled. He wasn't going to 'sit tight' as she'd so eloquently put it. To hell with caution. He was getting out of the damn room and he was going to do it on his own without any help from the infuriating woman.