Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0031 ( Chapter 31 )

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 31

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Knives closed his eyes and fought back the anger turning his vision red. Finally drawing in a deep, calming breath, he shook himself and glared one final time at the men cowering before him. "Lucky for you my sister is unharmed, you filthy vermin." Raising his hand again, he gave a mental push and thrust them into the oblivion of a nightmare riddled unconsciousness. Turning, he pulled the young woman into a quick embrace. "Emily-sister…are you hurt?" He asked softly, the gentleness in his tone belying the previous rage that had filled his voice.

She shook her head. "No. I'm not hurt." When he released her to look at her searchingly she smiled with her usual innocence. "Really, Knives-brother. I've only been here for a short while."

He nodded, satisfied that was indeed unharmed and slowly moved away from her. "How many followed Meryl, Emily?" He asked as he lifted the trap door and peered down into the pit. Now that he was thinking a bit more clearly again he could see the definite trace of Meryl's distinctive signature leading down into the cellar.

"Hmm…only two, I think." She frowned thoughtfully for a moment. "They left maybe five minutes before you got here, Knives-brother." She added helpfully.

"Good. Stay with Vash and help him get the others out of here." He instructed as he dropped down through the opening. The drop wasn't far and he crouched, eyes scanning the dim interior. Set into the sandy wall was what appeared to be a door left wide open. Without hesitation he moved towards it. The door led into a low, narrow tunnel and he had to duck slightly to avoid smacking his head against the rough beams supporting the dirt and rocks that had been carved out. Swiftly following through the passageway, intent on Meryl's very strong psychic signature that seemed to glow with a bright unwavering steadiness, he narrowed his eyes when he saw light suddenly appear before him out of the dim shadows of the underground passage. If he was lucky, he'd be able to catch up to her swiftly and finally put an end to his worry as well as his brother's. As he stepped through the opening into a wide cavern sudden pain exploded in his head before he had a chance to straighten to his full height, dropping him to his knees.

"Oh my God!" Something clattered to the floor. "Knives! I'm **so** sorry! Are you all right?" Small hands clamped onto his shoulders as he pitched forward, holding his head against the ringing pain reverberating through his skull in wake of the nasty blow delivered with a vicious swing of whatever had just been tossed to the floor.

Gritting his teeth, he cast a baleful glare into the blurred features of the person crouched beside him. "No, I'm not all right." He closed his eyes quickly when the blurred images swiftly altered to multiple images and groaned. "Damn…what did you hit me for?"

"I'm really sorry…I thought you were one of those pigs come to retrieve us." She paused and gingerly touched her fingers to the bump she'd inflicted. "What are you doing here, Knives?"

"What the hell does it look like?" He shook his head once and was gratified that his vision was now clearing even if the headache remained. He sighed. "Well, it **was** a rescue but it appears you didn't really need one." He shifted until he was sitting with his back against the wall as he looked over her small form appraisingly. She didn't appear to be the worse for wear at first glance.

She grinned and shook her head. "I'm not nearly as helpless as you seem to think. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." Her smile faded and a slight flush stained her cheeks. "Well, usually I am at least. They made it rather difficult to escape. Every time I thought I got away, someone would show up and grab me. It was really frustrating." She scowled briefly before shrugging. "It took a while to figure out how they did it, but the last time I tried to escape out in the desert I saw how they managed to alert their 'friends'. They were using lost technology and were able to communicate over distances that way."

"I see." He frowned thoughtfully. "That explains quite a bit, actually." He studied her intently for several moments. "I never did peg you to be helpless, Meryl, and this just proves that I was right." She blushed at the unexpected praise. "Now I think I understand why your trail kept backtracking so much and it appeared as if you were being passed off from person to person and group to group so frequently."

She nodded and rubbed at her wrists. "Yeah…their gang appears to be quite extensive. I'm going to really enjoy bringing them down." A smile crossed her delicate features that made even Knives' hair try to stand on end. "Oh yeah…I'm **really** going to enjoy it."

He cleared his throat, drawing her out of whatever she'd been envisioning. "Emily mentioned there were two that followed you…" He let the sentence trail off when she glanced to the right. He followed her gaze and smirked at the sight of two men who were hogtied with three young women standing guard over them, staring at him curiously.

"Emily? You know her?" Meryl smiled and shook her head. "She reminds me of Vash some how."

He snorted and moved to stand, ignoring the lingering pain in his head. "She's very much like him, actually."

"So…how **do** you know her?" She was looking up at him with narrowed eyes. "And just where have you been for the last two years?" She stood and glared up at him with her hands fisted against her hips. "You disappeared, seemingly without a trace, and didn't even think to say goodbye before you left!" She poked a finger into his chest and continued to glare at him. "Do you have any idea how worried we were?"

He raised a hand and blocked her next attempt to jab his chest. "Is this really the place, Meryl?" He raised one eyebrow eloquently and nodded towards their avid audience. "Perhaps the interrogation can wait until later?"

"Fine." She huffed and turned her back on him. "But I expect a full detailed report."