Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The Typhoon Returns ❯ My life before. ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I sit here watching Millie play with the small child. What a good mother. What a good person. She's just like him. Always putting others and their feelings before her own. Why can't I be as strong as her?

Nicholas is dead, and here she is still living life Almost as if it didn't happen. I used to hear her crying at night. Instead I hear her giggling with her daughter. I'm so happy for her, but why can't I be happy myself.

It's crazy to be like this over a man. He may never come back. He may be dead already. I don't know .. I long to know what's going on. I feel those warm tears threatening my eyes again, and I just want to shoot myself. I hated it when Millie saw me crying. Standing up, I try to sneak into the house.

"Meryl, Where are you going?"

Damn, I got caught. I turned to look at her, and forced a smile.

"I was going to go lay down, I'm not feeling too good." I turn to leave, and ignore her last statement. The walk to my room seems to take forever. All I want to do is lay down and cry. Finally, I reach the last door, at the end of the long hall way, and here I can release everything.

So I lay down, and let the tears go. One after another they fall, and I wish so much that I could just feel his arms around me. Even if it were only for a second.

"Oh Vash " I hug myself, and it hurts. I don't get the same comfort that I do from his. My eyes shut tightly, and that's the last thing I remember before falling into a deep sleep.




I woke to the smell of Millie's French toast. How annoying. Pulled out of the best dream I've had in days. Vash was here. Lying next to me in this bed. We weren't doing much, just talking. His eyes were so warm, and his lips held the sweetest smile.

I hated the way he smiled. It always seemed so fake. It made me feel like I was nothing to him. Like he couldn't tell me what was really going on. And I hated hearing him cry at night. He usually slept in a room not far from Millie's and my own. And through the crappy walls of the cheap hotels, I could hear it ever time he sniffled.

I loved him anyway. Even though he felt like I couldn't understand. My love for him grows more everyday. And the longing ..


After a warm shower, I slip on that infernal uniform I am forced to wear in order to work at the bar. It's terrible. Way to short, and degrading. Men seem to get the idea they are aloud to touch me anywhere at anytime. How I hate most of those stupid drunks.

Sitting at the table, I pick at my food. Thinking.

I've received a lot of offers to go out, but I never thought for one second that it was a good idea. I'm too deeply in love with Vash. Millie said it would be better for me. To get my mind off of Vash, and maybe find a better man.

Better man? Who did she think she was? I mean, she knew Vash was a good man. Handsome, Smart, Honest, Reliable. He would never break a promise, and Meryl knew all too well he would make a great father. He was wonderful when it came to dealing with children.

He was perfect.

"Meryl, you better hurry, you woke up late this morning." I took one look at the clock and realized she was right. One bite of the sweet toast, and I flew out of the door, forgetting my coat.


I had such a busy day at the bar. Whenever a new customer entered, I looked up hoping to see Vash's face. Of course I never really expected it, and in fact it never happened. But I couldn't have known what would happen that night when I left.

I said goodbye like usual, and made my way out into the cold night. I cursed realizing I had left my coat, and so, started a long, freezing walk home.


I try pulling this infuriating skirt down best I could, but quickly realized the less leg I was showing, the more cleavage was shown.

"I hate this damn thing .." I stopped hearing a soft chuckle. It sounded familiar actually, but it couldn't be .. No way. I turned around, meeting a goofy smile.

"I think it's kind of cute on you Meryl." My arms fell limp at my sides, and I just stared in disbelief. The blonde gunman was back, he was here. Or .. Was it another illusion? A dream maybe?

He took a step towards me, arms opening , asking for a hug. But all I could do was stand there.

"Oh? No greeting hug? No Hello? Do you want me to leave then." He smiled, leaning over to lift his black duffle over his shoulder. He waved, and although I knew he was only joking, I caught him in a hug from behind.

"Vash! Don't leave me!" I felt the tears again, but made to effort to hold them back. He laughed again, and turned with a bit of a struggle to return the embrace.

"Don't worry Meryl .. I won't."

~Fin~
It was short and sucked. I will do better next chapter, promise! Please Review, I would really appreciate it!