Trigun High

Deep Trouble

Author: White Destiny

Disclaimer: Yo, I totally-

Knives: This lowly human-

Whitey: HEY!

Knives: *glares at White*

Whitey: I'll shut up now, oh all powerful Master Knives! *bows down*

Knives: *continues with smirk* This lowly human does not own Trigun or its characters. *mumbles under breath* Thank goodness.

Vash: I knew you would thank me someday! *stuffs himself with more donuts* But Whitey DOES own the story itself! ^_^.

Warnings: KnivesxVash(THEY'RE NOT BROS HERE, since it's present time High School AU) WxV Yaoi parallels Trigun Universe

Summary: Vash transfers to Trigun High where he meets some "sophomore girls." While familiarizing himself with the school with the girls, he sees a platinum-blond haired senior who sends him into flashbacks of two boys whose DNA were genetically enhanced; he himself being one of those two boys.

Author's Notes: Okay, this is my first Trigun fic and I noticed that there aren't many AU Trigun fics out there. Soooo... being a Gundam Wing fanfic veteran(veteran, riiiiiiight), which the GW fandom contains, I think, more AU fics than actual Timeline fics, I wanted to bring my crappy AU writing skill to write this high school fic. ^_^

Also, the pairings! I got sucked into KxV by Tomo Trillions! Her KxV fics are WONDERFUL! She also wrote about other Trigun pairings so if you don't like twincest, she gots(yes, I know this is grammatically wrong) WxV, KxL, WxMid, and yeah. I was a WxV fan for about a day and then I saw some WxV fics by her so I read her fic, which also contained KxV. I got addicted to the KxV pairing after that. So blame this on her. ^_^;;; But it's been about three years since she's written Trigun! *cries*

Oh yeah, I always have no beta! So... I'll say, I wrote this fic and beta-ed this fic, which totally contradicts the act of beta-ing. :P

Author's replies to reviews will be at the end of the fic! ^_^

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Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh craaaaaap...

The worthless mantra was repeated over and over in Vash's head as he was racing down the halls to get to Room 207. He was frantically shifting his eyes from hallway to map, map to hallway, hallway to classroom, classroom to black cat- Wait, black cat?

I've got no time to fuss over random black cats right now, Vash shouted in his thoughts.

He continued his hurried pace until he entered a hallway with lockers that looked more old and broken up than the rest in the school. I'm sure they're not as bad as they seem, Vash reassured himself. He walked down the corridor, sensing something was telling him that Room 207 would most definitely be around. Come on, come on... Vash thought impatiently, looking at the room numbers above the doors. He suddenly picked up his pace to a jog and ran towards the end of the hallway, finding Room 207 to the left of him. "What a relief!" Vash sighed exasperatedly. He walked up to the door to the classroom and patted down his clothes and fixed up his hair, trying to desperately make himself presentable to the teacher and the class. "Okay... here goes nothin'," Vash murmured to himself as he put on a cheeky grin, took a breath, and pulled the classroom door open.

"Hi... um, Mr. Sullivan," Vash started hesitantly, "sorry for being... uh..."

Mr. Sullivan stared at Vash blankly with his dark brown beady eyes. A few kids already in their desks started snickering but the teacher turned around and glared, shutting up the few kids who were. "So... you must be," he looked down at his list of students and continued, "Mr. Vash Saverem, correct?"

"Um, yes, that would be correct, sir," Vash replied, his wide grin sinking slowly to a small uneasy smile. "Um... I'm really sorry for being late, but I'm ne-"

Mr. Sullivan gazed at Vash with an unforgiving stare and said, "How about you just sit down and take this." The teacher handed Vash a small piece of paper none too gently.

Huh, Vash thought. He looked down at the small, white, unevenly cut piece of paper and wondered what it was for. He then realized that it told him his locker number and combination. Well, it's good to have this around, Vash thought, feeling a little better than before. He committed the numbers to memory and walked down the aisles between the desks to find somewhere to sit. He spotted a desk farthest away from the teacher's desk and set his red Westpak backpack next to it and slipped into the seat. He brought his elbows up to rest on the desk and clasped his hands together, twiddling his thumbs idly. His gaze was everywhere and no where, all at the same time. He sighed, unknowingly, and thought about earlier.

He thought about the shock that passed through his mind. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't something he would want to feel all the time. It was quick, sudden, but he knew he felt it, he knew it was there.

But why... Vash wondered, and, and, and- Who was that boy?

Did it have something to do with him, Vash asked himself, frustrated from all the questions he wanted answered. His mind was going around in frantic, confusing, never ending circles to figure out what happened earlier.

"This is just way too confusing..." Vash sighed hopelessly.

"What is confusing, Mr. Saverem," Mr. Sullivan asked angrily, standing in front of Vash's desk.

Vash jumped in his seat, startled from the teacher's sudden angry tone.

"Ahehehehe... Nothing, Mr. Sullivan," Vash said sweetly. He flashed the teacher a corny smile, his eyes making perfect upside-down "U's" on his face.

Mr. Sullivan narrowed his brown stony eyes menacingly, promising painful torture with his glare. "I don't want to hear anything like that from you ever again, Mr. Saverem."

Vash held the cheeky grin and answered in a happy, cheerful tone: "Okay, Mr. Sullivan, I-I think I-"

"Ever." The tone was clipped and it stung like a thousand needles. Vash caught the drift and opened his left eye to peer at Mr. Sullivan's back furtively as the man walked away.

Geez, it's just my first day here, Vash thought. He slowly opened his right eye and waited like the other students in his class for new instructions for the day.

"Class, everyone," he paused, "except Mr. Saverem," he glared at Vash from the front of the classroom, "was able to try out their lockers so you may all leave for your next class." He continued to glare at Vash and the tall blond waved back with his fingers, "For those of you who have this class first hour, you may leave and come back before the light stops flashing for period to start."

Everyone, except Vash of course, left the room. He was alone with the teacher and spoke up, his voice loud in the bare classroom: "Um, Mr. Sullivan, what am I supposed to do?"

The teacher waited a tense moment and then finally answered, "Go and try out your locker and come back to this classroom before the light stops flashing or else you're going to be late and I'll mark you tardy."

Vash raised an eyebrow and thought, That's not just a threat, it's a promise! So, he got out of his seat rather noisily and headed out the classroom door. He shut the heavy door and proceeded to walk out of the rectangular cove that held two classrooms behind him. The one that wasn't Mr. Sullivan's was pitch-black.

As he was making a turn to the right to look at the lockers, he was suddenly slammed into by two running figures.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm really sorry, too!"

"Here, let us help you!"

Vash was suddenly pulled up off his butt that was on the cold, hard tiled floor. He rubbed his sore bottom with his hand and held up his other one in a reassuring gesture. "It's okay, girls, I'm fine!" He grinned while he took in the appearances of the girls standing in front of him. One of them was just almost as tall as himself while the other was about a head shorter than her companion. The tall one had shoulder-length milk chocolate brown hair, gentle clear blue eyes, and an innocent sweet smile that shouted, "Hi! I don't know what it means to stay up past bedtime!" Vash smiled even more at that. He then looked at the shorter of the two, she had shiny short black hair, purplish gray eyes, and a worried, sympathetic look that reminded him of someone...

Rem...

Vash shook his head to clear his painful, distant memories. This is not the time for them... Vash told himself.

"Are you okay?" the tall girl asked. Vash nodded.

"I'm really sorry about this," the black-haired girl apologized. "We didn't see you behind the wall while we were running to get to our next class... and..." she stopped talking rapidly, sighed, and gave up, "oh, let's start over." Vash chuckled at the younger girl. "I'm Meryl Stryfe and this is Milly Thompson."

The girl Milly smiled and nodded, "We're sophomores!"

"And I'm Vash Saverem, senior," he held out his hand to shake, "nice to meet you!" They all shook hands in friendly manner. The sophomore girls asked him if he was new to this school and Vash answered that he was. He then asked them if they could help him look for his locker.

"Oh sure, we'll help!" Milly shouted enthusiastically.

"Milly!" Meryl whispered harshly into her friend's ear. "We're going to be late to our class!"

"Oh well..." Milly replied nonchalantly in a sing-song voice. So Meryl gave up a second time and joined the two giants in searching for the right locker. "So Vash, what number is your locker?"

"Well, this paper here says that it's number 726."

Both girls gasped in horror and shifted their eyes towards Vash, both sets of eyes visibly shaking. They pushed Vash up against the red lockers and held him there, trying to make themselves as small as possible in the hallway.

"Is my locker haunted or something?!" Vash asked, frightened by his acquaintances extreme reactions.

"Shhhh!" Meryl whispered roughly. "Don't look, just don't look!"

"What? Is my locker really that bad?!" Vash asked, trying to peek around the girls' bodies tight around him.

"I said don't look, Vash!" Meryl shouted loudly. Milly looked at Meryl in a way to tell her to keep her mouth shut. "Sorry... but Vash, it's not your locker... it's somebody."

"Who?"

And that was when he felt it, the jolt. It was calling to him, beckoning him to look at something forbidden. Vash managed to peek through past the girls' hair and saw...

It's him... Vash thought. "It's him..."

"Yeah, Mr. Vash, Michael M. Knives!" Milly whispered.

Millions... Knives! Vash's thoughts screamed. "It couldn't be!"

"It is... the most ruthless, reckless student we have here at Trigun High," Meryl elaborated quietly, "also the most popular and smartest kid around!" Vash raised a questioning eyebrow at her description and again peered around their hair at the feared student. The platinum-haired boy was walking down the hallway without a care in the world. It was like the student didn't even know the inferior beings, such as themselves, were even there... until he looked back at Vash and smirked the same smirk as before.

Vash was suddenly pinned by the boy's eyes and it felt like he was being consumed from inside out. He was being stripped naked and left shivering cold by the trail of those merciless icy blue eyes.

But it happened so fast, it almost felt like it didn't happen at all. Almost.

The towering student continued walking down the hall towards the area where Vash had come out of. Does he, does he have the same class as I do, Vash asked himself. He thought about it and remembered that the room next to Mr. Sullivan's was the Computer Lab and that its lights were out since it wasn't open on the first day of school. "He does..."

"He does, what?" Milly asked, also wondering what would make Vash look like he had seen a ghost.

But Vash had seen a ghost... a ghost of someone he knew long ago... or perhaps he was wrong... perhaps... "He survived..."

"Who survived, Vash?" Milly asked, confused as ever.

Vash jolted out of his thoughts and replied quickly: "Oh nothing, nothing, I was just thinking about..." he paused for a moment, thinking about something... donut,"my donut!" It wasn't a lie, so he would be okay... he wouldn't have bad dreams with an even more guilty conscience tonight.

"Oh, okay, Mr. Vash," Milly said, believing Vash's every word wholeheartedly.

The three made a move to get up, disentangling themselves from their complicated networks of limbs. As soon as they were able to stand up, Meryl said, "Vash, be careful," as a warning. Vash questioned her with his liquidy aquamarine eyes and she continued, "Vash, I saw him giving you that look, you're going to be in serious deep trouble!"

Vash threw around her words inside his head, wondering what kind of trouble would be ahead of him. "Well, I guess my trouble starts soon," he sighed.

"What do you mean?" Meryl asked, confused.

Vash laughed quietly and said, "Well, he's in my first hour class!" Meryl and Milly looked at Vash as if he were already a dead man. He sweatdropped as they walked away, "Hey! Don't turn your backs on me!"

"Vash, nice knowing you, but we have to go to class!" Meryl shouted bluntly from the other end of the hallway.

"Yes! Nice knowing you, Mr. Vash!" Milly called down sweetly.

A sigh... Vash blew some air out of his mouth as he sluggishly dragged his red backpack across the floor to get to his class.

"What a Hell of a day..." Vash muttered, exhausted, "and it's only first hour." As he was walking slowly towards his first hour class that was only about twenty feet away, he noticed that the transition light was flashing red. On and off, on and off, and then it stopped.

Realization hit him like an economy-sized box of sweetly glazed donuts.

"I'm going to be late again!"

And he quickly sprinted towards the classroom door not far away.

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More Author's Notes: Bwuhahaha! I made him late again! ^_^

Next Chappy: Vash and Knives ACTUALLY get to talk! And more... stuff revealing their pasts! :D

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Rurouni Linda - Well, I tried hard to update as soon as I could but this is the best I could do! ^_^ Oh yeah, I don't like self-insert fics either! And I would practically ruin everything if I was in this story! I would probably walk around and bump into the plot and make it a disaster! :P

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