Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Thinking of You ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Thinking of You
Author: Jasmine Shigeru
Pairing: Vash/Meryl
Sumamary: Vash returns after a year of being absent.
Author’s Note: Been writing this was a long time.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Trigun nor do I wish I do. This is just for my entertainment and whomever wishes to read it. I am not making any profit from this and do not care to for that matter.
Rating: X
Part One
I still wait for him, the man in the red coat. It has been over a year since he left to face his curse. I cannot lie, I still love him. They call him Vash the Stampede. A name feared by many, for no reason, if... If they have met him.
Yes, he was everything the rumors had proclaimed. He was an excellent shot, tall, blonde, a red coat, the man who destroyed two cities, July and Augusta, the man who blew a hole into the Fifth Moon. He was a womanizer: but he was also compassionate and kind. He didn't want anyone to get hurt or to die. He only used his gun when he needed to and even then he did not shoot to kill. He loved life more than anyone I knew.
Even though Vash wasn't human, he has shown more humanity than anyone on this desert planet. He has lived for over a century and has seen so much pain and yet he still found good in almost everyone he met.
I still wait for him. I love him. I'm not sure if he loves me in return, but I know I will always wait for his return. The tall, spiky haired blonde with aquamarine eyes and a red coat, the man with scars on his entire Vash the Stampede.
"Meryl?" someone asked.
I looked up to see Millie. Millie Thompson was a tall woman with wide, bright, pale blue eyes and long light brown hair. She always acted a little dense, but she has always been the wise one at tough times. I would say she is my best friend. She was my partner on the Vash the Stampede case. That's how we got to know each other.
I noticed her rounded belly and smiled. It had been three months since her son, Mathew Nicholas Thompson, was born and she had not lost all the weight from her pregnancy. The child she believed to be a gift from God. Her lover, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, had died the day after little Mathew's conception. To her Mathew was the last bit Mr. Wolfwood left her. I guess I believe it too. Mr. Wolfwood was a good man.
Millie once told me that he made a promise to her. He siad after things had settled down, he was going to marry her and take her to live at his orphanage. All I could say was I believed he would have.
"You're thinking about Mister Vash again, aren't you?"
I remained silent and looked down at my paper work. We had to return to the main office of the Bernardelli Insurance Agency three month's after he left.
"Ah, Meryl, he will return." she said cheerfully.
I choked on my tears and shook my head, my short black hair moving ever so slightly.
"I'm not so sure of that anymore, Millie," I replied. "It's just been so long."
"Oh, Meryl." She whispered, her usually cheerful eyes saddened by my lack of hope.

I entered my apartment building a few hours later. My arms filled with paper I must work on. Walking up the stairs, my head held low, I still thought of him. His slender yet well muscled frame lingered in my mind.
I stared into space as I my gaze remained downward and I approached the fourth floor of the building. I walked down the hall to see a pair of man's brown shoes. Slowly I looked up. I saw slender long legs dressed in black slacks. Moving upward, a pale yellow shirt came into view. When I reached his face, my heart stopped. His hair wasn't spiked, but I knew...
It was him. I would recognize his face anywhere.
"Vash!" I cried out with tears in my eyes. dropping my paper work I embraced him.
"I'm happy to see you too, Meryl." He smiled and returned the hug.
I made a small noise of happiness and he squeezed my small body.

Inside my apartment, I prepared a meal for the two of us. Vash sat on the couch. We were silent. We both knew that this was going to be a night that would change our lives for the better or for the worse, for some strange reason.
"So, how's Millie?" he asked to break the silence.
"Oh, she's great." I answered and wiped my hands on my apron. "She's a mother now."
"Oh?"
"Her son's name is Mathew Nicholas Thompson. He's real cute."
"So, she and Wolfwood...?"
"Yeah. He has a lot of Millie's features, but he definitely has Mr. Wolfwood's eyes." I explained.
Vash made no comment. I could tell he was in deep thought. He blamed himself for Wolfwood's death.
"Ok, supper's ready." I announced.
Vash jumped up and clapped his hands once. He got a goofy smile on his face.
"Oh boy, food!"
We sat at the table and grabbed the utensils. I smiled to myself and shook my head.
"You will never change."
He smiled, bright and wide.
We ate silently, actually I mostly watched him eat. It was refreshing to see his face. I was content just watching him. He always had this childish expression on his face when he ate, especially when he got his hands on fresh donuts.
Why is he here, I though seriously. Why would he come straight here? Why didn't he just come visit me and Millie at the Insurance Agency?
"You're not hungry, are you?" I heard Vash say.
I immediately snapped out of my daze. Slapping my cheeks a smiled and woke myself up.
"No, no. I am."
I began to eat. He looked at me with a silly confused expression.