Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Snow Angel ❯ Snow Angel ( Chapter 1 )

Snow Angel

 

The timbers of the ancient Japanese palace groaned their displeasure as the temperature continued to drop. The residence was intolerably cold in the bottom stories, and only now did the feet of winter climb into the upper floors, much to Vash's dissatisfaction. The restless plant grunted at the unfamiliar sensation, since he came from a sweltering desert planet far different than the fruitful lands of feudal Japan. He rotated several times, ensnaring the pile of silk, satin, and cotton sheets around himself, seeking warmth. However, his feet stuck out from the covers and instantly began to chill. Now he cursed his great stature and reversed his rolling direction; obviously laying in his bedroll wasn't going to offer him any respite from the frigid temperature. He proceeded to stand up, his bones and metal appendage creaking in objection. The chilly air was unusually heavy on his chest, but he knew he would adjust. As he placed his crimson trench coat over his pajamas, he noticed that it insulated him well. He stretched on his gloves on his numb fingers; he rubbed them together even after he'd done so. “It's just like Rem described Earth,” he mused aloud.

“Are you talking to yourself, needle noggin?” he heard a tart voice from the paper sliding door. He grimaced at Kia's remark, a bad habit he had gained from being lonely for so long. “Well I'm going to be downstairs if you want breakfast, you pastry molester,” the demoness said with a hidden smirk. He stamped his foot in frustration.

“I'll get her back for that, just she wait,” he griped inwardly. He embraced himself from the wind chill and waddled uncomfortably downstairs like a spike-haired penguin. As he expected, the raven-locked woman of about 700 years was stirring the dregs of the meat stew they had the night before. He stood at the stairwell, looking upon her with affection. Her pointed ears showed prominently against her short jet hair. Her strong warrior-hardened arms stirred the wooden ladle hypnotically. Her shoulders pulsed with each stroke; her body still had feminine curves but her muscles were tightly compact underneath her flesh and felt as hard as stone when he brushed against her on accident. Her kite-like wings were tightly folded against her back. She did not seem at all perturbed by the below freezing atmosphere of her home. She hummed as she served him his bowl, a beautiful hymn he often heard by her people, the Dragons. His mouth opened to thank her but yelped in surprise as a mist exited his perfect thin lips. She turned on her heel and inclined her chin; he didn't seem to have been injured. “M-My breath…i-it shot out mist,” the gunman whimpered, even more scared of the continual blasts of visible air. She scowled at him, her thin eyebrows furrowed.

“Do they get any dumber from the Hellhole planet you come from?” she hissed. “It just happens when it gets cold, you're not possessed.” She never knew of a life without snow and little rain, even though he told her about what origins he could remember. He just plopped down, crestfallen, on the soft tatami floor and sipped his warm stew. She did not join him, which furthered his humiliation. He poked a lumpy morsel of boar meat pensively. She eyed him inquiringly. “Don't take it too hard, angel cakes, I guess some places aren't like the Southern Lands,” she amended. He still wore a deep frown and she sighed with exasperation. She wasn't used to such sensitivity and was very brash in her ways; she could hurt his feelings in her playful manner and not realize it. He didn't reply or show any change to her words. She knelt behind him and reached over his shoulder with her chopsticks, attempting to coax him out of his pitiful moroseness. “Well, if you're going to be a pouting seedling all day, I guess you won't mind me if I take that last morsel of boar haunch eh?” She compressed the cut piece of boar muscles in her utensils; she got an immediate reaction. He counted by clamping his own wooden sticks onto it.

“Hey now, greedy princess, you're going to make me all skin and bones at this rate.” She then poked his tummy.

“I don't starve you, silly gunman,” she replied and then stuck her pink tongue at him. The tips of his chopsticks suddenly sparked into a small flame. Vash yelped and fell back. She smirked triumphantly and shoved the morsel into her mouth.

“Hey! That's no fair, you used magic!” Vash whined. She winked at him with her ruby eyes.

“If you're so hungry, come and get it,” she taunted. Vash gulped secretly. Was she inviting him to such intimacy? Was she just being playful? Or was she being a tease ever since she saw him in that personal moment in her shower? He knew she loved him, but to what extent?

“I'll pass,” he calmly replied, putting on his `manly' tone. “Who knows where that mouth has been?” She glowered at him sharply, like hot pokers were shooting from her gaze. He giggled lightly at her obvious fluster and catching her unaware. His crystalline eyes then darted to something darted by the window.

 

He wondered if some other demon was casting a spell outside the windowpane. He stood up and pressed his nose to the frigid glass. It looks like the clouds themselves were tumbling to the earth. Vash never experienced anything even close to wonder before.

“Kia…” he lingered on his words, trying not to ask another question she would deem idiotic. Kia's pointed ears twitched and her face softened, his face had the glow of a curious child.

“That is called snow, Vash.” He looked to her, blinking innocently.

“How does this happen?” He then pressed his cheek against the window, even though it was just inches outside, it felt like a whole new universe.

“When rain gets so cold, it freezes and becomes snow.” Vash began breathing on the translucent porthole, his breath crawling across the surface.

“Is it safe?” he said in a meek voice. She giggled softly and nodded.

“Go ahead Vash.” He then howled with joy and trampled through the palace, his boots making a disturbing drumming sound on the flooring.

 

When Vash slid the paper screen door open, it unveiled him a world that seemed to have undergone a metamorphosis and this mysterious substance was the silk cocoon it was protected by. The doorstep still hadn't been kissed by the snow's lips as of yet. He placed the tip of his boot into the snow as if he was testing the water for a bath. It sank readily which surprised him. He placed his entire foot on it and pressed and sank an inch. He yelped involuntarily. This enigmatic foam was like hard fog, he thought. He eased his other foot onto the snow which repeated its twin pitfall. Vash blinked at the cold of the snow permeated into his feet even penetrating his thick boots like a well whetted blade. He bent his knees and took a handful of the snow. He rubbed his thumb across it, analyzing it with reverence. If only there was a desert of this magical water, he contemplated. The warmth of his hand made the snow lose its substance and begin to melt. He watched the quiet stream with slightly parted lips. It really was water and the man with a multi-billion bounty on him held his hand up above his face. He opened his mouth and let the stream flow onto his tongue into the back of his throat. The icy shock was rejuvenating. Kia was watching him protectively from the doorway. She wetted her lips after watching him drink the snow's bounty, for he looked to sensuous and suggestive doing it. Vash, of course, was clueless of the effect he had on her. Vash acted on his impulse to venture farther after his marine orbs beheld a much deeper mound of snow. Like anyone first experiencing snow, his walk was utterly comical. Just to travel a few yards was a series of experiments of different gaits. By the time he had persevered his way to the plump mound of snow, several waves of the white dust had wiggled its way into Vash's boots and soaked his feet. This did not deter him though, not Vash the Stampede. Kia chuckled and made sure he didn't frolic himself to death. Vash looked like a kitten waiting for the perfect time to pounce on a paper ball, that paper ball being the hump of snowfall. He let out a squeal of shear glee and delight and threw himself upon the unsuspecting fairy dust. The softness touched his cheek, but the cold could not make its pink elation fade.

 

Kia had trotted through the piles upon piles of puffballs. She had lived many seasons of heavy snow and could travel swiftly through it (but also because Vash had plow through most of it, leaving her a path). She beamed warmly watching the years of running away and being hunted like an animal melt away from him. Vash rolled around, the frozen cotton clinging to his red leather coat. Kia's crimson orbs succumbed to his innocence; the whiteness seemed to amplify his untouched purity.

“Vash,” Kia uttered, awaking him from his playtime. Vash sat up and sat on the mound with his hands on his chin, willing to listen. Kia eased herself near him but gave him some distance. “If you lay back and move your arms up and down, you leave an impression in the snow that looks like an angel.”

“I'll try that then!” he exclaimed. He fell back into the snow like diving into new bed sheets and began to clumsily wave his arms, only brushing across the surface.

“Silly, you have to push your arms in deeper.” She demonstrated (even though it was redundant act for her since her wings could have left a similar impress) and was surprised how long it was since she had done this. The snow gathered on the long sleeves of her kimono and adhered to her glossy ebon hair. She stood up and examined her bizarre impression. It appeared as through she had two pairs of wings instead of one. Vash copied her gleefully, flinging the crystals in all directions. He chuckled and surveyed his artwork.

“Wow. It does almost look like an angel.” He paused. “Well an armless angel.” Kia chuckled as Vash impulsively rubbed his artificial limb. Vash gave her a benign glare. “As for yours, I think it needs to be fixed.” Vash walked around Kia's silhouette and put two little curves on the top of the impression's head. “That seems more appropriate.” Kia gave a slight grunt.

“A snow devil?” she grumbled and her brow lowered. The blonde gunner pointed his gloved finger at her and laughed mirthfully. Kia responded by squeezing her hand around a patch of snow and tossed the lumpy sphere at his face.

“Ow!” he yipped pathetically at the icy punch that scattered across his forehead. “Y- You're mean! You almost messed up my hair!” Kia placed her curled fists on her hips.

“What's there to mess up?” Kia taunted and arched a mischievous eyebrow. Vash went to respond, but his bluing lips muffled his words. Kia's snide face was instantly substituted with that of motherly concern. “Oh Vash, you're going to get ill if you stay out too long. Go inside and warm up.”

 

Only now did Vash feel the biting cold in his feet as his toes went numb. He began to shiver slightly in the knees. Desert nights drop in temperature quickly, but this was a whole new level of chill. Vash hugged himself with a slight pout; he still wanted to play. He began to bitterly walk to the warmth of the palace. His path had been filled with more snow but not as deep. He still stumbled through, Kia at his side trying to assist him by holding him under his arm. His boot scuffed a buried rock and he began to fall toward the doorstep. Vash knew he would hit his skull on the raised stone step and braced himself. He stopped slanted forward. Kia had gripped the back of his coat to stop his fall. She jerked him back and into her arms which embraced him around his middle. Vash could fell her place her cheek against the back of his damp coat.

“You scared me,” she whispered from the shock. Vash was speechless and placed his hand against one of hers that was tightly interlocked to prevent him from escaping her shielding hold. He rubbed his thumb along her petite hand, just like he did with the new snow. When Kia had felt the danger had passed a minute later she gently slid her fingers away from each other and let him ease from her defending hold. Kia turned to face her with an unreadable expression. He covered her hand with both of his. The leathery smell from his hands was subtle but that which Kia identified him with. Vash placed his foot on the stair and began to slowly push up with it with Kia following his motions as if they were mind linked. Vash looked out towards the beyond and adjusted his glasses with his free hand. Kia looked out at the horizon which already began to spill into an orange hue. The snow looked like it would, she thought, as if she peered through Vash's sunglasses. Kia was still in awe of the scenery, it looked like something that would be designed onto a kimono. Vash had switched his stare onto her. Her neck looked pale and vulnerable the way she had it turned. Kia's small earlobe hung from her ear was an icicle dangling from a tree's bough. Her lips however, were turned away from his, hiding from him. Vash couldn't stand it, they would hide no more. He leaned in and Kia felt him doing so and turned her face toward him because she thought he wanted to go inside. Then the Queen of Dragon's and Humanoid Typhoon's lips became one. They were no longer Vash and Kia; they were now whole.

 

Vash and Kia would have probably been joined for the entire evening if the wind had not stirred and ushered them inside. Kia shut the sliding door and locked it. Vash had taken off his boots as was custom. He shuddered lightly and leaned against a wall, waiting for her to get herself comfortable. Kia slipped off her sandals and briskly made her way to the hearth. It did not need timber, for Kia could light it and keep it burning long with her pyrokinesis. Kia snapped her fingers and the hearth bloomed with a marigold of flame. Vash went to warm by it and sat on the sheepskin rug in front of it. His hand warmed up quickly with his gloves insulating him. He removed his gloves and laid them by his side. The leathery aroma stuck to his hands. He frowned and stared at his anomaly. He began to experience repulsion at his own scars. He clenched his lifeless and soulless hand. Never would it feel the frosty sensation of snow, the warmth of a fire, or the smoothness of Kia's cheek. Kia saw him kneeling there in a painful silence she had seen him do many times when he resided with her. She had to break him from his vicious fixation upon whatever was haunting him. She made her presence known by making her footsteps louder than normal. She sat down next to him and placed her head on his lap. Vash was taken aback and unfolded his legs from kneeling. He realized now it didn't matter to her, just like it didn't matter to him that she was a Dragon. He bent down and kissed her out of gratitude for showing him the way. Kia's eyelids came together as she united with him once again. This connection was different though. Their kiss on the doorstep was the merging of their hearts, but this kiss uncovered their needs to merge their bodies.

 

Vash couldn't hold back now. Fate planned this snowfall just for them. He pushed his lips deeper into her mouth and she nibbled on it.

 

The snowball began to roll downhill silently.

 

A hot, hungry mass slithered into Kia's mouth. Vash's breathing began to deepen as he coaxed Kia's tongue out of startled submission. They twisted, writhed, and stroked each other. He gripped a handful of rug when Kia parted from him. She gazed at his need, his desire, his craving; it was so visible in his eyes. She now sat on his lap and curled his legs around his waist. He gave a faint smirk to her in compliance and with this new position could sink his tongue more thoroughly past her lips. His firm fingers stroked her spine with teasing rhythm. They ventured to the membrane of her demonic wings; they were like heated satin. She responded with a muffled gasp.

 

The sphere began to grow with increasing velocity.

 

Vash felt the tightening. It was beckoning to be free of the confines of his leather pants, but he told it to wait and soon it will be sated after so long of self-satisfaction. Kia felt the need pressing against Vash's clothing barrier and felt her own want wax. They broke their tongue's dance in unison. She moved the collar of his trench coat away and buried her face into the crook of his neck. She lavished it with kisses that evolved into tender licks. Vash squeezed her buttocks lovingly. He had no idea that his neck was so sensitive and released a guttural moan. She was bathing in his enjoyment and increased her intensity by placing her whole mouth over his fair and delicious skin and sucked on it.

 

The white orb was set into motion; there was no going back.

 

Vash wanted her right there, right then. He reached up from fondling her buttocks to tug at the bow of her kimono. She was his present, and now it was his time to unwrap her. The silk yellow sash fell away with a single pull. Her crimson and azure kimono parted and exposed a single slit of skin. Her panties, a cherry red, were soaked to the core. His arousing influence was more powerful to her than he thought. Her cleavage was beckoning him. He placed his tongue in between her sweet bosoms; now all his actions were performed on uninhibited impulse. Kia moved her hands to the black buttons on his collar, but her hand hovered perplex above them. Such devices were not known to her the people of her time. Vash's eyes, glazed over with lust, roved to her face and her hand. He chuckled kindly and slowly showed her how to release the shiny button from its hold. Kia nodded and mimicked him. Although she was mystified by the buttons, they broke away from their hold with teasing slowness one by one. Vash felt a pang of self-consciousness and almost pulled his coat together to hide the slit of the battlefield of a body. Kia's hands were swifter than his hesitation and soon they red waves sank past his shoulders and off his wrists. His torso felt the warmth of the room. Vash the Stampede felt so vulnerable and exposed, but never had he felt so safe. A tickling feeling rushed past his erect nipple when Kia flicked it with her tongue. With every brush across his nipple, Vash's thigh tensed and sweat began to gather between his legs. Kia placed his lips over it, suckling lovingly. She pulled back leaving a glistening remainder and began to treat its partner with equal intimacy. After ecstatic moments of stimulation, Kia straightened back up to glimpse another look at Vash. He was so lustful yet innocent at the same time. His cheeks' tint had darkened while his chest rose and fell heavily. She could read his face which hid the want to roar out and take her like an animal, but wanted to do it as romantic as possible. He placed both of his hands on the shoulders of her kimono and jerked it down.

 

The snowball overcame all around it and became one massive urge in motion.

 

Vash was in a silent awe as he gazed down at her uncovered breasts. They were womanly and full. He cupped his lily hand around one. His fingers traveled in exuberant circles around it. He pushed against it and lifted it up curiously. He grew aroused at the perkiness of them, as they returned to their original position promptly with teats even more prominent the more he fondled. Kia released a pleasant gust past her lips and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. Her hair tickled Vash's skin. The sensations twisting in Vash's loins intensified. His organ defied its confines and bulged. He moaned low and began to grind his clothed hips against hers knowing that her core was centimeters of cloth away from him. He pushed against the rug on her back and continued to gyrate his pelvis into her panties. Kia panted quicker and her flood was no longer dammed as well as flowed with ease down her thighs. It was as though Vash was giving her a sample of what was soon to come. He proceeded to thrust and buck his until the rhythm jarred the orange glasses from his ears. The metal rims fell on Kia's stomach, so Vash took the frame delicately in his teeth and placed them aside.

 

As the globe of colorless snow rolled, it thundered its presence to the world.

 

All the facades Vash had used in the past to hide his suffering had been tossed back. His crimson shield hid the scars of his dream, as did his black gauntlets that camouflaged the hatred of his sibling, and now the sunglasses, his knight's helmet, which concealed his tears. Now nothing veiled him to the woman he loved; now he was ready to claim his spoils. He licked down her stomach until he reached the rim of her undergarments. The gunman took them between his ivory teeth and dragged them down past her hips, past her knees, past her ankles. Her womanhood was a pink oasis hidden by a thicket of curly black hair. A single finger ventured inside as a test. Kia's moans rolled down her lips constantly. It pressed against her thumping walls along with her spongy hot spot. His thumb separated the petals of her feminine lotus and released its bud of nerves. His thumb swept across its surface. It swelled with excitement. He pushed it tauntingly, for it was like her button to make her whimper and moan. A second finger made its presence known gently relaxing and readying her caverns for his manhood. He pushed in deeper and recoiled in a passionate pattern. Vash heard his name several times mixed in with her erotic yelps and pants. He recoiled one last time and examined his fingers laden thick with her nectar. He loomed above her and gave a sincere smirk while placing his finger into his mouth. The sea foam flavor filled his palette. Vash separated her legs like a flesh-colored curtain. He bowed his head between them, placing his lips to her soaked petals. He licked the petals salty dew and plunged his tongue inside her suddenly. Kia's hips jolted upward. The tips of his bristly fair mane prodded and excited her pleasure pearl. He drank her enthusiastically, diving deeper and more vigorously just so he could taste her again and again. He tilted his head up and flicked her swollen gem with his tongue. Her chest rose and her breasts bounced from her sudden gasp. A knot of pleasure formed in the base of her spine with each amazing flick from Vash's tongue. She kneaded her hands through his flaxen tresses. He pushed even further and engulfed her throbbing bead into his mouth. She bit down her scream of ecstasy.

“Vash! M-My angel,” Kia groaned, her voice rising in pitch.

“My perfect Princess Kia,” Vash replied after his tongue withdrew from its play. “Please don't hold back on your howling.” He had the yearning to kiss her again. He hesitated because he still had her cream on his lips. She leaned up and suckled his satin clovers and tasted her own lust juices.

 

Petty obstacles were only absorbed and were taken advantage by the snowball, adding to its girth.

 

“Your turn.” Kia gazed at Vash's flawless orbs and placed her slender hands on his shoulders. Vash took it as an indication to lie down and did so. Kia straddled him, his instinct still pressing against his clothes. It was even closer to its destination now. Kia rested her hands just beside his shoulders and caressed his scars with her tongue. Vash sighed contently and rubbed the small of her back. It was as though she was taking the essence of his scars and infusing it with her, so now his pain was her pain. Her pleasure traveled down to his chest. Every last piece of his nipples' flesh was satisfied with her attention detail. She ventured down even further south, down to his concrete abdominal muscles. Each of his abs was as if perfectly carved from stone by a brilliant stonemason. Each of the six was treated by her expert mouth with equal love and affection. Vash knew what was going to be pleasured next and his organ tensed with anticipation; she knew how to make him anxious.

 

Faster and faster the snowball rolled.

 

Vash took Kia's dainty hands onto the button on his pants and assisted her fingers. One of the padlocks to his desire opened; now it was down to the final lock. Vash motioned to put her thumb and finger onto his zipper and she drew it down. His animal was free from its pen and stood at full height.

“Oh my…” Kia gasped. Vash blushed vividly noticing the awe in her eyes. Was it really that big? He felt the innocent shyness loom in on his mind until he felt her fingertips on the head of his passion pistol. Her fingers that controlled his bliss twirled in circles; Vash threw his head back from the oncoming moan. His eyes forced shut, for his innocent and undefiled soul was not used to such nirvana. Her hand surrounded the tip of his manhood and massaged it with forward and back motions. The Humanoid Typhoon whimpered submissively. The enclosed fingers descended closer to his pelvis and back to the tip. Each stroke progressed further down his shaft until she pleasured every inch of his being. He was tempted by merciful release but delayed his will to climax for the final performance.

“I love you, Kia,” he uttered low.

“I love you too, Vash,” Kia crooned sensually. He lost sight of her ruby eyes as she dipped her mouth on his organ. Vash in took air suddenly, surprised by the sensations coursing down his lustful pistol and up through his spine. His cleansing fluids leaked from its. As he took in her juices, she was taking in them and binding their union even closer. Their minds and souls were entwining; nothing was hidden. Wants, needs, fears, goals, and pain: they were the black and white of balance linking harmoniously. Kia delved as far as her body allowed. Her head receded back some and bobbed forward as the waves of the ocean. Kia's eyes looked up at him. Vash, who was caressing the back of her neck, was deeply aroused when she stared at him while she pleasured him. She slid her mouth off of it and licked it with petite swipes of her tongue. Her tongue rubbed its dripping tip and beneath it, where his hot spot was. Vash was restraining his white explosion even greater now. He was waiting for the words he knew would come; they were aching to be said on Kia's lips.

“Take me!”

 

The round ball of flurry would soon reach its greatest size.

 

Vash lifted her up by her parted legs and brought her down on his manhood. Vash and his lust roared with triumph. Sweat drizzled down his back. Kia rested on her knees and began to ride his thick length slowly. She controlled her breathing with her steady thrusts. Vash reached out to fondle her bobbing bosoms which mesmerized him with their swaying. Kia's dripping womanhood was leaving Vash's organ a thick film of warm fluids. Vash peered into her hungry eyes and into her soul and knew now that she wanted to be mounted and taken. A woman that ruled over her people, a woman that hid any sign of submission, wanted to be dominated. Vash retreated from her walls and rolled her on her back. Kia looked at him with pleased shock. He mounted her eagerly and entered her. He was rewarded with a shout of bliss and did not hold back. Their juices splashed against each other's bodies. His panting was now deep and throaty. Kia assisted in their transcendence into heaven lifting up her hips along with his thrusts, burying his pistol deeper into her love hole. Kia's ivory talons prickled at the flesh of Vash's back, but the pain morphed into more pleasure. The tiny cuts from the throws of passion bled onto the rug, but Vash was too close to paradise to feel it. They were a single animal now, free of strife and persecution. Vash teased her by retreating from her walls again and shifted her gently to her stomach. She planted her body firmly with hand and knees and felt his presence again. He began to whisper erotic nothings in her pointed ear.

“How does it feel for the Queen to be on her knees for the vagabond?”

“Godly.”

His thrusting went into overdrive and her breast swung freely like pendulums. Their shrieks of pleasure and the rhythm of their flesh colliding deafened them to everything else around them.

“Kia…I'm about to--”

“Vash…I'm so close to--“

 

The snowball rolled off the cliff, but instead of crashing in a clump, it disintegrated elegantly in a flurry of unique crystals over the land. Every patch of ground was touched by its influence, and the crystals nestled themselves into the dormant loam.

 

No words needed to be said: they knew what was nearing. The Dragon's walls tightened around his manhood. The Plant's seed was flowing through him. They moaned one last time in a perfect duet as they reached their climaxes in unison. Vash's seed planted in her fallow field. Kia's fluids mixed with his own and overflowed from her riverbank. Vash hugged her around the middle and lifted her torso and compressed each other tightly. They swayed slightly as he embraced her. Vash the Stampede, the Localized Disaster, the Humanoid Typhoon, Kia's Angel, exited his newly claimed mate. He expelled an exhausted breath and sat down, pulling Kia to his lap. Vash rested his chin on the crook of her neck, his breathing flowing past her ear and through Kia's sweat drenched locks. The Southern Lands was not nestled in darkness, yet the charmed fire still burned as the only mute witness. Vash blushed and looked around him.

“D-Do you think anyone heard us?” he asked timidly. They looked through a single windowpane and saw a black cat perched itself with a clueless expression on its face. The odd feline did not even blink with its massive eyes and called out with a strange noise. Nyaa.