Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And He Smirks ( Chapter 4 )

Unseen Scars Chapter: 4

 

Yeah, I re-did this chappie. My reviewer, Inkydoo, reminded me that, yes, people should be a bit more interested about the sudden snow. Thanks Inkydoo So here is a new fluffier and more descriptive version of Snow Covered Romance

 

Meryl looked up at the sky, which was usually the same azure color, the gray cloud, a.k.a the talk of the town, was directly over head. Slowly more of the white flakes began to fall faster and heavier over the ground. "What is...this?" Meryl asked herself. "It's...beautiful." She forgot about work... this was to...astonishing to miss for being hit on by countless men and being grabbed on her rear end.

 

The twenty-three-year-old ignored the white flakes in her hair and ran back to her house. She wanted to show Vash this wonderful new thing she had discovered. She had to.

 

Running into her house, smiling all the while, she swung open Vash's door, waking him from his nap in the process. “Vash...” she panted, unnerving the tall gunman.

 

“What? Meryl...what's wrong?” The spiky haired man got up from his bed.

 

“Come outside! You have to see this!”

 

“What is it?”

 

“Come on!” Meryl grabbed his hand, dragging him out the front door.

 

The raven haired woman ignored the other townspeople's coos of amazement which rang through the town. Little kids had come outside and begun playing in the white flurries. The little boys soon came up with a new invention of a ball made of the substance and a war between other kids by throwing them at each other.

 

Meryl pointed up at the white crystals falling from the sky. “Look...” her voice was almost a whisper.

 

Vash's eyes widened as he looked at the frozen droplets fluttering from the sky. “Wow...” His aqua crystal eyes looked over the white earth, and then his hand. It was still entwined with Meryl's smaller one. Not that he minded. Lavender gray eyes met his own as they blushed and let go of one another.

 

Vash smiled as an idea struck him. “Meryl?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Follow me. I think I have something to show you.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Vash ran slow enough for her to follow up to the cliff both so fondly remembered. He could see the whole town from up there, covered in a thin blanket of white. “It's amazing isn't it?”

 

They could see the people playing in the icy flakes, tossing them, making figures with it, laying down making angels in it. It was so new that they didn't know what to think. They just knew it made things cold, it tasted like water, and it was everywhere.

 

“Yeah.” Meryl laid her cloak down on the ground and sat down. “But...what is it?”

 

Vash smiled at her curiosity and pure innocence. Cute. “Rem told me about this. It's called `snow'. She also told me that it came in a season called `winter', a season that's always cold. But Gunsmoke is usually really warm so I don't think it is winter here.”

 

“Oh.” Meryl sighed. I love hearing him talk. His voice...his...intelligence, though he may not show it, almost ties up to his beauty. “Vash?”

 

“Hm?” He turned his gaze to her. She made snow melt with her beauty.

 

“What makes winter and the seasons?”

 

“Heh, to tell you the truth I don't really remember."

 

“Oh.” Meryl stated, slightly disappointed as she reached up to cover her arms from the wind.

 

“Are you cold?”

 

“A little.”

 

“Oh.” Vash wrapped his arms around her small frame, giving her goose bumps. “Feel better?”

 

“Mm-hm...” She mumbled.

 

Vash slightly tightened his grip on her as he breathed in her vanilla scent. The essence of her lingered in the air as he subconsciously nuzzled his face into the side of her neck.

 

The sudden contact sent goose bumps down Meryl's spine once again. But she didn't mind.

 

The chills faded, but the warmth did not. He was like a security blanket, and she never felt so safe. If Gunsmoke was to explode, she felt she would be perfectly safe in his arms.

 

She closed her eyes, letting this feeling linger, as she took a deep breath. His scent, was unlike anything she had ever encountered. It wasn't a cologne, it was just...Vash. There were no real words to describe it besides that.

 

Her petite arms wrapped around his as she relaxed in his arms.

 

It all felt like a dream to him. One that had been played over and over while he slumbered. A dream that turned into a cruel reality as he opened his eyes. Therefore, he refused to open them this time. He just wanted to hold her like this...forever. And if they were to freeze to death...then so be it.

 

Vash moaned into her neck, this was lovely.

 

As she felt him vibrate against her, she felt the same. She would love to just sit there forever.

 

Meryl turned to face him, she had to see his beautiful face, just to make sure it was real. He still refused to open his eyes to reality, even though his dream was reality.

 

He loosened his arms, feeling her squirm away. His dream had ended, he opened his eyes, to see hers. Her smoky violet eyes were looking into his with such compassion.

 

Meryl noticed that he was staring back at her and immediately blushed, standing up. "I...um...I should go back now." She walked away.

 

No..."No..." Vash said, "Don't go." He grabbed her arm and turned her around. Tears sparkled in the air as they were thrown out of her eyes. She's...crying.

 

"No..." Vash said, "Don't go." He grabbed her arm and turned her around. Tears sparkled in the air as they were thrown out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I have to go...I have to go..." The overflowing tears streamed down her cheeks as she bowed her head, trying to pull her arm away from him.

 

The tall gunman held her arm, reaching for the other. As he held her he saw the trickles falling from her lowered head to the ground. "Meryl,"

 

"Let go of me..." She almost whispered.

 

"Why are you crying?" He responded, also whispering.

 

"I...I don't know..." She admitted.

 

Vash's arm moved around her back as he hugged her gently. He felt her face gently bury into his chest. "Please...tell me what's wrong?" I want to know you. I don't like to see you sad.

 

"I...I can't..." She choked out slightly, gripping the cloth of his white button up shirt. She was gently pulled away with one arm. His hand slowly pulled her chin up so she could see his face.

 

"You can... you can tell me anything. I will understand."

 

"I...I don't want to be hurt..."

 

What? "I don't understand. Meryl, you should know I would never hurt you. I care for you too much."

 

A smile gently touched her lips as she stared into his understanding eyes. Their gazes locked as he leaned down, his breath tickling her lips. She unknowingly closed the small gap between them as she leaned up.

 

Both of them were shocked by her action, but neither were angry by it, and neither wanted to pull away.

 

Vash reached around her and pulled her closer as he leaned down further. He felt as small arms reached around his neck.

 

His lips parted as he gently licked her bottom lip, begging entrance, which he was soon granted. His tongue roamed this new territory as it was massaged by her own, causing him to moan into the kiss.

 

For both it was far to early when they pulled back for air. Meryl's eyes were glazed over as she looked up into his, which were in the same condition. "I...uh...I shouldn't have done that...I'm sorry." She said, though not really sorry for it at all.

 

"Meryl..." Vash brought his hand to his lips. Had she really done that?

 

"I'm sorry Vash...I just uhh... I got caught up in the moment that's all." She said, laughing nervously like she had done so many times before. Vash only stood still in astonishment, still stunned at her action.

 

Tears glistened, unshed in her silky lavender eyes. "I'm...I'm sorry." With that, she escaped his grasp, running back home. Back to her sanctuary and away from embarassment.

 

Vash snapped back to reality at the sudden absence of warmth in his arms. The figure he'd been so close to had disapeared. As he looked up he saw her, she was away from him. Damn it! I finally get close to her and I'm too stunned to say anything!

 

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"Thompson!" athin tallman withlongblackhairyelled his yellow hat and brown slacks had his name on them, Ben Roberts.

 

"Sir? Why are you using your...umm...what was it called...snatsy voice?"

 

"My patsy voice! Anyways, today is a holiday! Or, at least, for me itis. IT'S SNOWING!"

 

Milly laughed. "So I go home?"

 

"Huh? Oh uh...yeah! GO HOME!"

 

"Okay. By Mr. Ben!"

 

Milly walked down the road, hearing the sattelite report by people repeating them to their neighbors. Their cheers brightened her smile. "Today's a good day." well...it was before she went in the house.

 

“Good morning spider. Where is my brother?" And with that...he smirked.

 

Note: Nope, no confession just yet, I told you it was going to be changed.