Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0011 ( Chapter 11 )

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 11

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"Come on, Knives. You have to eat." Meryl sounded both worried and exasperated. "It's been a week already. If you keep this up, how are you ever going to recover enough to walk?" He turned away from her to stare at the wall. "I just don't understand you. I thought you wanted to get out of this room! If you don't eat, you'll never have the strength to get out 'cause I certainly can't carry you." He closed his eyes to block out her face as she leaned over him to try to catch his eyes. "Knives, do you really want to worry Vash like this? When he finds out that you're not eating he's going to worry himself sick, so please…eat just a little, okay?" He tried to block out her voice. "Damn it, Knives! If I have to shove this down your throat to make you eat, I will and don't think I won't!" He clamped his lips tightly together knowing that she **would** try to follow through on her threat.

Couldn't she understand that he just wanted to be left alone? He just wanted to sleep, that's all. He couldn't find any peace during his waking hours with his thoughts running around like a hamster on its wheel. He was filled with confusing and conflicting thoughts, memories he'd long thought forgotten resurfacing to torment him with their bitter sweetness. If only he could just sleep long enough to recover his mental equilibrium he would be able to remember his purpose and stay focused. Until then, he'd be plagued by doubts and uncertainties, confused beyond reason. He hated being confused. He'd always had his mind firmly set on his goal, everything he did was well thought out and planned to perfection. To be unable to do that now was almost frightening.

"I don't know what's going on in that thick skull of yours, but if you think I'm going to feel guilty you've got another thing coming! I will **not** feel guilty because of you, Knives." He heard her sigh deeply. "Are you even listening to a thing I've been saying? You haven't spoken to me in over three weeks…you refuse to eat, you hardly drink anything…I just don't understand." He felt cool fingers touch his cheek. "If I didn't know any better, I'd almost swear you were depressed." He couldn't even dredge up the energy to be repulsed by her touch. In fact, surprising as it was, he found it to be…pleasant. "Knives…do you want to go outside?" She whispered softly near his ear. "I'll help you if you want…only…" She paused as she continued to stroke her fingers against his cheek. "Only you have to eat something, okay? If you eat something, I'll help you outside. There's a nice rocking chair there and there's a nice, cool breeze so you won't get too warm."

He found that even the prospect of getting out of his prison didn't appeal to him anymore. In the back of his mind he knew his behavior was irrational and that he had to snap out of it. It wasn't healthy to refuse to eat and drink, but he just couldn't seem to help himself. He couldn't even manage to hate his human keeper anymore either. He had to admit that she did sound worried about him, but he figured that it was because of Vash. After all, she'd never tried to hide her loathing of him. She'd been very clear in her feelings. She hated him with every fiber of her being and he doubted that it would ever change. He could accept that. She was only showing concern for him out of loyalty to his brother, nothing else. He sighed inwardly. It was no less than he deserved, he knew that.

Meryl pulled back slowly and shook her head. He wasn't paying attention to her, that much was obvious. She nibbled on her bottom lip, a frown of worry creasing her forehead. "I think I had better contact Vash." She murmured softly. "Maybe he can talk some sense into you." He listened to the sound of her footsteps retreating. "It would help if I knew where he was…" The door closed with a quiet click signaling that he was finally alone.

Knives allowed his tense muscles to relax but stayed in the same position facing the wall. He found it rather surprising to discover that even Meryl didn't know where Vash was. He'd thought for sure his brother would keep in contact with her but apparently he'd been wrong in his assumption as to the actual nature of their relationship. Perhaps they weren't as intimately friendly as he'd at first assumed. He shrugged inwardly. It didn't really matter to him one way or the other. If Vash was stupid enough to ignore how the woman so obviously felt about him it wasn't his place to say anything about it. Vash was a grown man…he could straighten out his own personal life without any help from him.

It had been six months…**six months**…since his brother had shot him full of holes and carted his body across the desert only to dump him unceremoniously in this Godforsaken human town with nothing to do but grit his teeth and bear it. After leaving him to the so-called tender mercies of the human women he seemed to be fond of, he'd abandoned him to his own devices. Knives supposed he couldn't blame him for that. After all, he'd refused to speak to his brother and pretty much ignored everything he said to him…well, at least after Vash had begun repeating himself that is. But still, though he acknowledged that he deserved what he'd gotten, he honestly didn't understand why his brother had cut himself off from him telepathically as well. That was something that would bother Knives for a long time. Even during the height of their disagreements he'd never done such a thing. He wondered what it all meant. Had he finally succeeded in driving Vash away from him? A tiny frown tugged at his brows. Could it be possible that after a hundred and thirty years Vash had finally given up on him and truly abandoned him? Just thought of it caused a wave of pain to wash over him.

After everything that had happened, all the death and blood shed, Vash had never once stopped all communication. Slowly his eyes opened to stare sightlessly at the wall. If even Meryl, Vash's trusted friend, didn't know where he was, could it be possible that something had happened to him? Could it be possible that the humans had finally succeeded where they'd failed for all these years? Could Vash, even now, be lying dead somewhere, forgotten, abandoned, cold and lifeless? He shuddered at the thought. What would he do if his only brother left him completely and utterly alone? What would be the point of continuing in his quest for Eden if that happened?