Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0037 ( Chapter 37 )

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 37

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Knives leaned back in his chair and stared at a point somewhere beyond his brother's shoulder. He decided that this had to be one of the most uncomfortable breakfasts he'd ever participated in. Meryl kept casting strange looks in Vash's direction and in return Vash kept squirming in his chair and knocking his knees against the table which earned him glares in between the odd looks he was receiving. Millie had excused herself to go check the mail…how they'd arranged to have a post box so quickly was beyond him…and that left him to watch the bizarre interaction between his brother and Meryl. He was beginning to regret not taking up the tall woman's offer to accompany her on her errand to the post office. Anything, including her inane and annoyingly cheerful chatter, would be better than the slow torture he was currently enduring. He slumped a little further down in his chair and tried to ignore the way Meryl had now attained a twitch in her neck which seemed to be directed between Vash, himself and the door to the café. If he didn't know better, he's almost swear she was trying to communicate non-verbally something of utmost importance to his bird brained brother.

He sighed and shifted again before finally standing abruptly. "I'll just leave you two to whatever it is you seem to want to discuss." He shook his head and stalked across the café and out the door into the brilliant light of midmorning. Pausing on the boardwalk, he debated on what he should do now that he'd made his grand exit. He shrugged and decided that some target practice should calm his nerves. There was nothing quite like the feel of his gun in his hand, the smell of gunpowder in his nose and the satisfying sound of glass shattering as the bullets shot from the black barrel of his gun. Nodding to himself, he made his way to the edge of town where he'd set up a temporary target range. He'd been feeling uncomfortably frustrated lately and shooting innocent bottles seemed to relieve the tension somewhat…especially when he envisioned them to be different parts of his brother's anatomy.

After setting up the bottles into neat rows, he paced back until he felt he was at a suitably challenging distance. Whirling back to face his targets, he rapidly drew his gun and fired six shots. He sighed when all six hit their intended targets and the bottles shattered. Breaking open the chamber, he emptied the spent casings and replaced them with live ammunition before once again setting up another row of bottles and pacing off away from them, this time a little further. He had to admit that there really wasn't anything challenging in shooting stationary targets. What he'd **really** like to do at the moment was use his brother to brush up on his skills. He smirked at the thought and closed his eyes, envisioning Vash's likely reaction if he were to request his participation. He'd probably be all for it until he discovered that **he'd** be the target.

He shook his head and raised the gun again to fire, the recoil lifting the muzzle minutely as the bullet leapt from the barrel to fly towards the bottles. He was annoyed with his twin. Very annoyed. Irritated, even. He fired again. Oh how he'd dearly love to strangle his brother and put himself out of his misery. Another shot and another target shattered into sparkling shards of green glass. Maybe strangling wasn't the right form of violence. Perhaps something a little more time consuming. Something that wouldn't be over too quickly. Once again he squeezed the trigger, the scent of burning gunpowder wafting up around his head from his extended arm. And it would have to hurt. A lot. He lowered his arm and bowed his head. As much as he was irritated with his brother, he knew he'd never do anything to actually cause him harm. He may as well give up even thinking about it. It wasn't making him feel any better any way.

He needed to find a way to release his pent up frustrations and anger. Something…constructive. Tilting his head to the side he pondered that line of thinking. What could he possibly do that would keep his mind occupied and his body too busy to dwell on the impossible situation he currently found himself in? The answer was obvious. He looked up at the sky for a moment, mulling the idea over in his mind before swiftly holstering his gun and heading back towards town and the café where he'd left Vash and Meryl. He'd probably given them enough time to talk about whatever it was that was bothering them.

Pushing open the door he waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the change in light and looked around quickly. He crossed over to where his brother was sitting slouched in his chair and looking uncharacteristically thoughtful while Meryl leaned forward with an intent expression on her delicate features. He closed his eyes briefly and drew in a deep, calming breath. Releasing it, he opened his eyes and stopped at the table. "Vash." Two sets of eyes swiveled to him. "I have an idea but I need your help."

Vash sat up a little straighter and looked up at him curiously. "Oh? What's on your mind, brother?" Meryl appeared to be trying to look anywhere but at him, a slight blush staining her cheeks. He wondered briefly just what they'd been discussing when he'd oh so inconveniently interrupted. He decided to push the thought out of his mind. He had more important things to think about at the moment. He was certain his brother was going to like this idea…in fact, he was sure Vash would want to get started immediately.

Knives allowed a self-satisfied smirk to curve his lips upwards. "Two words, Vash…two words." He paused and grinned. "Solar. Power."