Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0029 ( Chapter 29 )

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 29

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Knives knelt in the sand and squinted across the heat wave distorted distance between the dune he crouched low on and the lone house set directly ahead of him. **This is it, Vash.** He sent the silent confirmation to his brother through their telepathic link. The psychic signature trail that he'd been following led directly to the house and didn't emerge again. Meryl was in that building, such a short distance from where he currently watched, yet he was hesitant to move closer. Something wasn't quite right about the situation, but he wasn't certain what it was. Perhaps it was the lack of sentries or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, it filled him with a nameless dread that he didn't like at all. He sighed and shook his head. He was tired and his mind was beginning to create things that weren't there. He could see no reason for his uneasiness and decided that it was merely his exhaustion finally catching up with him. He looked around at the surrounding desert carefully and concluded that his current location wasn't at all far from the ship he'd discovered. He hoped Emily hadn't chosen to come in this direction when they'd separated.

Vash crawled forward, looking for all the world like some giant mutated red spider with the ungainly way he moved. Knives shook his head and faced forward again, lips twitching up into an amused smile. His brother, he decided, was hopeless. He honestly didn't know how Vash had survived as long as he did, but unless something was done soon, he was unlikely to reach his full life span. He reached out automatically and grabbed Vash's shoulder as he tripped over something Knives couldn't see, preventing him from tumbling headfirst down the dune. "Watch it." He muttered, eyes remaining focused on the house. "No need to alert them quite yet, Vash."

Vash chuckled under his breath with an embarrassed flush. "Oops. Sorry."

"Try to at least act like you know what you're doing, all right? I don't want to be embarrassed any more than I already am." He frowned and shook his head. "What am I missing?" He muttered more to himself than his brother.

"Hmmm… No sentries, no smoke, no movement…" Vash looked towards the rickety corral set up to the side of the house. "No Thomas'. Are you sure there's someone inside, Knives?"

"Of course I'm sure."

"Maybe they aren't expecting anyone to find them way out here." He glanced over at his still frowning twin. "So…how do you want to do this?"

"As quietly as possible." He shifted and moved back to look at Millie where she knelt behind his brother. "You…" He pointed at her. "Stay here and out of trouble." He looked back at Vash. "You…follow me and for God's sake, get rid of the coat. You stand out like a flare on a moonless night."

"Hey! I happen to **like** my coat, Knives. It's like my trademark, you know." Knives fixed him with a cold blue glare. "All right, all right." He shrugged out of his red trench coat and passed it to the silent woman. "Would you watch this for me, Millie? I don't want to lose it again, okay?"

"Okay…but Vash…please be careful, all right? Something just doesn't feel right about this." She wore a worried frown as she absently folded the coat that he handed to her, placing it in a neat pile beside her. "I'm really worried about Meryl. You know how she is…sometimes she can be a little, well, impulsive with her temper. I'm afraid she might have annoyed them if she gave in to her anger."

Knives shook his head. "That woman needs some serious help with anger management." He blinked in surprise when two sets of disbelieving eyes rested on him with identical looks that just screamed 'huh'. "What?"

Vash shook his head. "Nothing. Never mind. Let's do this." He moved forward again and frowned down at the house. "Okay…I'll go right, Knives…you go left. We'll come in from both sides and surprise them."

"Try not to trip and injure yourself." Without a backward glance Knives advanced with stealthy speed down the hill, taking care to keep his eyes trained on the single window facing outwards. So far he'd detected no movement from within, but he knew full well that that could change without notice. He noted that Vash had abandoned his clumsy act and was moving with equal swiftness in the other direction. Soon both brothers crouched with their backs to the exterior of the house on either side of the door. Knives drew his gun as Vash reached to do the same. Checking to ensure the chamber was full he tilted his head to the side and listened intently. He could hear the low murmur of voices from within and smirked in satisfaction. He'd known there were humans inside and this just proved it. Looking at his brother again he nodded grimly. **Get ready, Vash. We only get one chance at this. Try not to shoot the woman.**

**Take your own advice, brother.** Vash retorted with a silent snort cocky grin in place as his green eyes narrowed in determination. Knives knew his brother had reached the seriousness he so seldom showed to the world and the humans that he traveled with. He would never understand why Vash chose to play the part of an idiot, but he was thankful to have him at his side at this so crucial moment. He knew that he was more than capable of dealing with whatever lay in wait within the small rundown house, but it was almost comforting to have his brother by his side and not intent on doing him bodily harm. He'd waited over a century for this moment and he savored the feeling of completeness it brought to him. Until this instant, he hadn't realized how much he truly missed his brother.

Knives nodded and offered his twin a smile as he cocked the hammer back on his gun, listening to the satisfying click echoed from the opposite side of the door. Holding the comforting and familiar weight of the black gun with casual ease in his right hand, he lifted his left hand, palm outwards, and focused his will on the flimsy barrier that stood between him and Meryl Stryfe inside with her captors. With a tremendous crack the door splintered and exploded outwards as Vash rose and filled the now open doorway at his side, silver gun raised alongside his own black weapon, the suns reflecting off the smooth surface and reflecting back into their faces. Knives surveyed the interior with narrowed blue eyes that widened in the next instant, horror crossing his usually impassive features for a moment only to be replaced with cold rage.