Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The Ones They Call Gods ❯ A Distant Call ( Chapter 1 )

A Distant Call

 

A gigantic tank in the middle of a room filled with lost technology, glowed with an immense intensity. Inside that very tank appeared to be a person, with a medium frame and shoulder length hair; curled up with arms wrapped around their legs as the slumbering form seemed at peace and completely relaxed. The sound of automatic doors opening and foot steps echoed throughout the room. A man with blue hair, wearing a white overcoat with a skull on his right shoulder appeared before the tank. He looked up at the being that floated about, the light from the tank dimming down. The form that floated in the tank, revealed to one of a female. The man that entered the room glanced up at her Goddess like form as a smirk formed upon his face. “Master's plan has proven to be a success.” He began. “It is now time, for you to awaken from your slumber, to rid this world of all humanity, to lend us your power to cleanse it.”

 

He lightly placed his hand against the tank as the tank began to glow once more. The woman's eyes slowly opened, revealing her blood-red iris. She lifted her head up slightly and glanced over at the man's form before mouthing the name Legato and closing her eyes. “Yes…It is I, Goddess. I am master's servant, Legato Bluesummers.”

 

A crowd of people in a small town gathered around, peeking through the window of the famous Vash the Stampede's house. There were many murmurs and gossip going around. As they watched the man Vash brought into the town. The same man that made Vash's life into a living hell. He sat at the kitchen table with a newspaper at hand; flipping through the pages as he underlined a few words and phrases. Occasionally pushing his platinum blonde hair back then repeating the previous actions. Finally, he folded the newspaper and placed his arms upon the table as Vash walked in. He sat across from Knives then smiled warmly as he folds his hands on the table, ready to ask the same question which he knew the answer to.

 

“So Knives, how do you like it here.” Knives raised his eyebrow then glanced over to the side, glaring at those who were peeking through the window. A wave of fear shivered through their spines as they quickly moved from the window and went about their business. He then focused his attention to his twin brother before looking back at the paper and underlining one more phrase. “I'm swell, really ecstatic.” He said in an unenthusiastic and sarcastic tone. Vash frowned slightly then shook his head.

 

“Knives, you could at least try. Maybe if you did that-” Vash was interrupted by Knives, as he ruffled the newspaper and placed it upon the table before standing; pushing the chair in then walking off. “He could have at least let me finish what I was going to say.”

 

Knives hurriedly headed towards his room, turning the knob then pushing the door open. He walked over to the window, near his twin-sized bed and roughly pulled down the shade. “I can't believe that imbecile thinks that I'll stand living with these spiders. How dare he keep me cooped up in here until my wounds heal and constantly watch my every move! The nerve of him!” He leaned his arm against the wall, staring blankly down at the old tiles that were placed on the floor. Many cracks present and a very old stain that made the beige color seem a light brown. A small spider crawled out of the crack. He continued to stare at it in disgust as it moved closer to his foot. Picking up his foot and placing it back down, ending the life of the small creature that was very repulsive in his eyes. Lifting his head as he walked over to the bed and lied down, staring up at the plain, white ceiling. Many thoughts began filling his head, one coming after the other. He placed his hands behind his head and released an exhausted sigh; closing his eyes as those thoughts, slowly vanished and his mind became blank.

 

Knives began hearing a beautiful, soothing voice echoing in his head. It was low at first and became loud enough for him to hear perfectly. He told me about his master many times. From what I heard, I wish I could meet him. His name? His name is…. Her enchanting voice instantly faded away before finishing the last sentence. Knives sat up on the bed with his arm upright, as his chin resting upon the palm of his hand. “That voice ….”

 

 

 

It was now evening, Meryl and Milly came in with bags and bags of groceries. Vash had to help them carry the bags inside. Some of the grocery were placed upon the round table in the kitchen, while others, were immediately unpacked and placed in the fridge or cabinets. Knives remained in his room, writing in the notebook that Vash bought him a month ago. The book was three-fourths full and he felt that he was obligated to include what he experienced today. The voice that seemed like a distant past, but wasn't familiar. It didn't belong to one he heard before. It was a completely different and new voice, which was very soothing and relaxing. He felt as if someone was sharing their day with him for a brief moment. Knives was able, to have a connection with someone he never met before, or probably didn't even know of their existence. His heart was beating steadily, but a feeling of warmth still lingered inside of him.

 

The door to his room opened slightly. Vash's head popped in, with a goofy grin on his face. Knives placed his pen in between the pages and closed his book, standing up and walking over to his draw as he opened it and placed the book on top of a pair of sweatpants. “Knives, Meryl and Milly came back with loads of food, and they were wondering if you wanted anything special.”

 

“I don't really care; they can cook whatever they want.” He answered flatly before sauntering over to his bed and lying on his back.

 

“Knives, what's wrong?” He quickly shot Vash a glance then squinted; hoping that Vash would figure out the obvious reasons for his behavior. But instead, Vash continued to frown slightly at him. He turned over on his side and sighs. “Nothing, I'm just not hungry.” Apparently from that answer, Vash had got the point and decided to back off and let Knives be for a moment. “Oh, um. Well call me when you need me.” He moved from the doorway and closed the door, leaving Knives to think in peace.

 

“Idiot…” Knives whispered while rolling over on his back. His right hand placed behind his head as he stared at the door while his left hand was placed upon his chest, which a bullet wound he received from his battle with Vash still remained in that very spot. His hand trailed over it gently, as his eyes stayed focused on the door. Knives's grew weary over time, trying to force himself to stay awake. That captivating voice he heard earlier began to enter in his mind; making him succumb to slumber. His name is Millions Knives, and I'm so close to him, yet so far. Hours now have passed and Knives, however, was still at rest. The window to his room rumbled lightly from heavy winds and he began to shift in his sleep. The window slowly inched open, the curtains being blown by the harsh wind.

 

A beautiful creature that appeared in a form of a woman stood at the window. She had crimson-red hair that draped over her face and elegantly fell over her shoulders, covering the view of her breasts from the sheer, lily-white shirt she wore. She slowly walked over to Knives's form and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand reached over and caressed his cheek lightly. His eyes opened slightly then flung open in total shock at what he was seeing. This has to be a dream. He thought. The woman looked over her shoulder then at him. A cool breeze began blowing her hair over her shoulder and away from her face; revealing her violet iris, her pupils that were the shape of the sun with many rays.

 

{You're not dreaming.} She answered telepathically. Her form was now kneeling onto his bed as she crawled closer, placing her hand on where his wound was. {I am real Millions Knives. I do exist like you, and this is happening.} A small light began to glow from the palm of her hand. It shot into Knives's chest, without any pain or unpleasant feelings. He hesitated as he raised his hand to touch her fair skin, just to see if this was actually happening. She grabbed his hand and gently placed it on her soft cheek, as she smiled warmly at him. (I've become utterly captivated and obsessed with you, Master.} Here, was a perfect woman, who sat upon his bed. Who seemed completely unreal, yet she was calling him master. “You can call me Knives…” He stated, his voice fading as his hand trailed along her jaw bone, neck, and finally on her shoulder where her shirt had fallen slightly over her bare skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer, her breasts being pressed against him. Knives met her gaze, seeming in a very powerful trance as his eyes never left hers. Her fingers ran through his hair, pushing it back. She seemed to be as if fascinated by every touch and movement that was taking place.

 

Finally she tilted her head to the side and looked at Knives questionably. “What do you want, Master?” She asked.

 

“What do I want?” He paused for a moment and tried to think straight, considering the predicament he was in, that was pretty hard to do. “I want…” He whispered the rest to her as she nodded and moved her full lips towards his. This has to be a hallucination or a dream of some sorts, I would never let myself fall into a woman's hands so easily…But she's just… Surprisingly he wanted to feel her full, rosy-pink lips against his, so he didn't protest. He enjoyed it very much as her hair tickled the side of his cheek and the wind that once was blowing, ceased. He felt her shiver a little in his arms then close her eyes as her form rest upon his.

He awakened to hear an alarm clock ringing; looking over to the side to see the Goddess that he laid with, but was deeply disappointed to only see nothing but rivers of ruffled blankets. “It was…Just a dream after all.” He said, seeming a bit shattered by the thought of him hoping she was there. How reality and fantasy was easily blended together for him, and this time, he wasn't in control of it.