Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0012 ( Chapter 12 )

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 12

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"Knives, if you don't open your God damned mouth I'm going to have to resort to drastic measures!" Meryl leaned over him, spoon poised, grey eyes narrowed on him intently. "This has gone on long enough. I don't care that you're not human…no one can go this long without nourishment and hope to survive! Now, open up and eat!" She pushed the spoon closer and he turned his head slowly to the side. "I just don't understand you! What's wrong with you?" She dropped the spoon back into the bowl with a slight plopping sound. "Do you **want** to die?!" He allowed his eyes to slide closed wearily and heard a sharp gasp. "That's it, isn't it?" She whispered softly. "You've just given up?" The mattress dipped as she put more of her weight on it. "You have to stop this, Knives. Nothing good will come of it. You'll only cause Vash more pain…or is that what you want? Do you want your brother to suffer more because of you?"

He sighed softly and slowly shook his head. "You…" He whispered, taking great care to form the words properly. "You don't understand."

"Damn right I don't understa-" Her exasperated words cut off abruptly. "Wait a minute…did you actually say something? Did you actually deign to grace me with words from your divine mouth? Well, I'll be damned. It speaks." She snorted and reached for the bowl again. "All right. Since it's been established that you're still in that noggin somewhere we're going to try eating again, all right?"

He slowly lifted his arm and gently, but firmly, pushed her hand away. "Go away." He said flatly and allowed his arm to drop to his side again.

"I will **not**!" He winced when she climbed the rest of the way onto the bed and straddled him. "Okay, Knives…it's time to get tough. You are going to eat and I'm not kidding around any more. I didn't want to resort to this, but you've left me with no choice." His eyes snapped open when he felt the oddest sensation against his side. His mouth fell open in shock and she took advantage by shoving the spoon in his mouth. "Hah! So you **are** ticklish!"

He choked and spluttered before finally forcing himself to swallow. He glared up at her in silent accusation as he pressed his lips together in a firm line of refusal as she held the spoon up again. He had to admit, even if only to himself, that he much preferred Meryl's form of persuasion to Millie's. He hadn't forgotten yet what she'd done to him to get him to eat that blasted porridge of hers.

"Come on, Knives. Another spoon…" She held it out to him expectantly. "I can and will tickle you again so don't push it. I know how much you hate being touched, so why don't you do us both a favor and just get it over with? That way I won't have to touch you any more than I have to." She blinked in surprise when she thought she saw a flash of hurt in his blue gaze before he abruptly turned his head to the side and stared at the wall. She bent forward and peered at him closely. "Knives?" She asked softly, her tone almost gentle. "Hey…come on…" She bit her lip anxiously when he merely closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "Knives…this isn't like you. Come on…yell at me…tell me how disgusting I am…say something!"

"Go away."

"You have to snap out of it. I can't stand to see you like this." She set the bowl aside and reached out to gently place her hands against his face to turn his head to where she could peer into his features closely. "Where is that anger and hate I'm used to seeing? Come on, please…tell me again how you're going to kill us all, okay? If you're trying to make me feel bad, it's working, all right? Are you happy? I feel guilty…that's what you've been aiming for, isn't it?"

He sighed and slowly shook his head, reaching up to push her hands away. "Go away, Meryl. I'm tired. Let me sleep, all right?"

"What is **wrong** with you?" She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. "You're really starting to scare me, now. It's like you've completely given up…and I hate it." She whispered as she closed her eyes against the sting of tears. "I don't think this is what Vash wanted when he brought you here to heal, Knives. He only wanted to help you…not hurt you. What's he going to say when he comes home to see you like this?"

He placed his hands against her shoulders and started to push her back, away from him. "Don't." He stated firmly, expression hardening. "Don't you dare." He glared up into her widening grey eyes. "Don't you **dare** pity me!" He pushed her away from him and struggled to a sitting position to continue glaring at her. "Save your sympathies for someone else…someone who deserves it!" He shoved one last time and she fell off the bed with a thump. "Now leave me alone!" He finished on a shout.

"I will **not** leave you alone when you're like this!" Meryl jumped to her feet and bent forward until they were almost nose to nose. "What the **hell** are you trying to do? Huh? If it's suicide you're aiming for, tell me and I'll get you a gun so you can go ahead and get it over with!" She poked a finger into his chest. "But I'll tell you right now that if you did something as selfish as that you would hurt your brother deeply. Is that what you want? Huh?"

"Vash is **dead**, woman!" Knives shouted, reaching up to grab her by the arms and shake her. "He's dead…" He said again in a soft, choked voice.

"Wh-what?" She blinked and stared at him in confusion. "What are you talking about? Vash is fine, Knives."

He shook his head hard. "No, is he **not**! He isn't **answering**!" He pushed her away from him again and fell to his side to stare at the wall. "He isn't answering…"

Shaking her head sharply Meryl moved close again to study his profile with a puzzled frown. "I don't understand, Knives. What do you mean by that?" When he lifted his hand to tap a finger against his temple she thought she understood. "You can't rely on that, you know. I just got a letter from Millie and Vash is fine." She waited, but he gave no reaction. "Knives…did you hear me? I said Vash is fine."

"He can't be…he isn't…"

She lightly cuffed him on the side of his head. "Stupid…I told you, you can't just rely on that mind thing you guys do. If you want, I can show you the letter…it's even dated a couple weeks ago." He glanced at her with an oddly hopefully light in his blue eyes. "There's one condition, though." He returned to staring at the wall. "You have to start eating again, okay? I don't want to have to try explaining to Vash why his brother, who had been well on the road to recovery, died. Is it a deal?" She waited a moment as he seemed to weigh his options. "Knives?"

"Show me the letter…" He shifted and slowly rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. "Show me the letter first."

She heaved a deep sigh of relief. "All right. I'll be right back, okay?" He turned his head to watch her hurry from his room, leaving the door open.