Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And Their Hopes Shatter ( Chapter 5 )

Unseen Scars Chapter: 5

 

Vash ran after the petit woman, into town and to their house. After running inside after her he stopped. Dead in his tracks. "Kn-Knives?"

 

"Ah, Vash. Just the plant I wanted to see."

 

Vash's eyes narrowed. "Milly, could you excuse us for a moment."

 

"Right. I need to check on Meryl anyways." With that, the big girl left, not hearing the stuttered thanks from Vash.

 

Vash's head fell, along with his heart, to the floor. It hurt knowing Meryl was upset.

 

"Aww, how sweet," Knives started. "Little brother has found a new pet."

 

"Knives." Vash said, making a warning with only the tone of his voice. "Be quiet."

 

"What's wrong? Hate the truth? That is all she is, you know. Once she withers and dies..."

 

"Knives..." Vash raised his voice slightly.

 

"You'll find another one, and forget all about her." Knives whispered, now leaning over in Vash's ear.

 

"Shut the hell up Knives!" Vash slammed his fist through the kitchen table as he looked up at his brother with piercing blue eyes.

 

Knives smirked once again. "Ooo...temper temper little brother." Knives stood up and walked around the room. "You know, you really shouldn't have developed feelings for this spider," He leaned back over in Vash's ear as he whispered: "Knowing I could kill her just as easily as I did Rem."

 

That did it, Vash finally had it...and snapped. "Shut the fucking hell up Knives! You've lost your fucking mind! You killed the only woman who loved us! She was our mother. And you...you dirty bastard... you fucking killed her..." His voice became nothing more than a mere whisper. "Why...?"

 

"She was inferior." Knives stated simply. "She was lowly."

 

"Low?" Vash looked at him, his eyes glowing in rage. "You don't want to talk about low Knives. You've never had anyone truly befriend you besides that blue-haired lunatic, you've never truly cared for ayone but your damn self, and you tried to kill your own damn brother!"

 

"I tried to kill you huh! Vash you pulled the damn gun first! Did I ever try to shoot you over a hundred years ago? No! You just shot me in the damn leg! In July, wasn't it you that aimed at me? And wasn't it you who showed up at my personal Eden aiming a gun at me? I do believe it was!"

 

"But did you suffer half as much as I did?"

 

"Yes damn it I did! I was alone for eighty years while you ran happily with your friends. Then I finally find you again, hoping maybe if you had no one left you'd, maybe, just maybe, come back to me. But then you aim at me again! So I gave up trying to be your brother! I was alone again. Legato only made things worse. Trying to be you. I finally decided he could be my brother. But only if you weren't. Only if you were dead."

 

"Well, whiled trying to accomplish my death, you destroyed two of our brethren. Congrats."

 

"Why do you think I ordered Legato's death?"

 

"Nice. Killing the only person who wanted to be your friend. Talk about low Knives."

 

And with that, Vash turned away. Knives only watched him... as he slowly walked away.

 

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Vash let go of his breath, tear stinging his eyes as he closed the door of his room behind him. "Rem... How can I help him? How do I take care of him? And Meryl...I hurt her most of all. I don't know what to do."

 

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"Milly. Go on. I just need some time alone."

 

"Meryl-"

 

"Pease. I'll talk to you about it later."

 

"Okay." Milly responded hesitantly.

 

Meryl listened as the door clicked shut. The room suddenly became cold and lonesome. Milly's naturally warm personality was no longer present in the suddenly large empty room.

 

Vash's roars, along with Knives' were certainly heard throughout the whole house. His voice too. Vash's. His voice was the one that lingered in her head.

 

His voice was so angry. Worse than she had ever heard. He actually sounded like he would kill someone that bothered him. What had Knives said that made him so mad? Not that she wanted to know. But she would like to prevent him from getting upset.

 

Meryl covered her ears, hoping to muffle the sound of Vash's voice. She didn't want to hear his voice at all. Just the thought of him brought tears to her eyes. Why had she done something so stupid? She actually kissed him, and her excuse was pitiful as well as her action. Getting caught up in the moment? What kind of idiot would get caught up in the moment and kiss someone? Obviously her. What kind of idiot did she think he was.

 

She listened as heavy footsteps made their way down past her room, to Vash's room. His door was closed loudly, and muffled sobs came from the other side of the room. Meryl's eyes lingered with unshed tears as she leaned back against the wall which separated the two rooms. She slid down to the floor, curling her knees into her chest. And she cried.

 

He was doing the same. His knees were curled up in his chest, and he was crying. Crying about the whole day. A day when something like snow appeared was supposed to be a good one. Not one like this. Not one where two peoples hopes were shattered.

 

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On the cliff outside of town, the one the two sat at earlier that day, a woman stood. She was tall, her face hidden in a brown trench coat which was buttoned up completely for warmth. As the wind blew by her hair danced with it, flowing in the icy breeze with the snow flakes. She smirked evilly, showing her white teeth, and laughed evilly, her maniacal laughter filling the night sky.

 

As another gust of wind blew by, snow being pulled from it's resting place to swirl in the breeze, the tall figure disappeared. But her laughter still rang throughout the snow covered town of sleeping citizens. Being heard even by the battered moon, and it's friends, the stars.