Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And He Goes Too Far ( Chapter 7 )

Unseen Scars Chapter: 7

 

Meryl breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly. She had to get out of her room, after all, it wasn't as if he'd gotten mad or bugged her about it or anything. Yeah, she'd just made a complete idiot out of herself. Nice. But still, she could just sit in her room moping around while Milly takes care of the man that killed her lover. I wouldn't doubt it if Vash is just at a bar or something having the time of his life. He probably hasn't helped Milly at all.

 

Meryl opened the door and exited her room. "Milly?" She called, walking down the hall. "You home Milly?" She wiped her eyes and tried to put on a fake smile. "Milly..."

 

Meryl walked into her friends room, a horrible feeling enveloping her. "Milly...Where are you?" She opened the door to Milly's room, peering in only to see her friends unconscious body...asleep in her bed. (A/N: You get scared a little? just a little? No? Darn...)

 

The shorter girl smiled at the woman warmly. Poor Milly, she must be exhausted. Especially since she's been taking care of Knives and me for the past few days.

 

Meryl left the room, deciding she was finally hungry, thanks to the absence of her appetite earlier, but stopped at the end of the hall. They were arguing again. About what? Oh well. She waited until they stopped screaming, listening as Vash left to get a drink, slamming the door behind him. She then walked slowly into the kitchen.

 

"How long were you spying?" Knives sneered. (A/N: I do believe that is the first time I've used "sneer" in one of my stories. Heh.)

 

"Not as long as you were screaming." She replied, smirking at the man.

 

Knives rolled his eyes, "Great, until I'm healed I have to deal with a dim-witted Amazon, a naive brother, and a smart-ass midget."

 

Meryl looked at him evilly. "You better believe it." She reached up towards a box of unbrewed coffee. man, that was what she needed. A hot cup of caffeine.

 

As coffee started its way through the large percolator, it's scent filling the room, she made eggs. Only the smell of it all was making her hungrier.

 

Knives watched as she sat down with her plate, lowly sipping the black liquid from her cup.

 

"What?"

 

Knives looked at her, slightly confused. "Hm?"

 

"Why are you staring at me."

 

"No reason, I just thought you cared enough about my brother to go look for him."

 

"He's a grown man, he can have himself a drink. He has before."

 

"Man, hmph. You really are an idiot."

 

"What?" Anger was obvious in Meryl's voice as she glared at the wounded man.

 

"Vash rarely drinks, and when he does, he really needs a drink. I may hate my brother, but that doesn't mean I don't know his actions."

 

"I've seen him with beers all the time."

 

"You sure he didn't just pour it out? Or even speak to the bartender about non-alcoholic beer?"

 

Meryl was quiet.

 

"Hmph, and I thought you loved him."

 

And then she walked out the door.

 

 

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Vash sulked in the corner of that lowlife bar, six glasses of alcohol taking toll on his awareness. He ignored the drunk fight behind him as he ordered his seventh scotch. (A/N: I think that was what he was drinking in episode 1) And then another.

 

It was just him and that light brown liquid sitting there. No drunk man behind him asking him to by a drink for him, now girl mourning of her a lost love that his brother killed. In fact, he had no brother. He was alone, the way he wanted to be.

 

The tall man looked into his drink, seeing his own reflection in the bronze hue. Seeing nothing. That was him. He...was nothing.

 

He ignored everything around him, his mind wandering into a state of eternal abyss. To him, he needed to be there. He wanted to be there. And then, he was there. And then she pulled him back out.

 

"Vash?"

 

His glossy eyes looked at Meryl, drained of all their energy. He blinked and told her, "Go home." His voice was monotone.

 

"Not unless you come to. I just can't sit back while you sit pathetically in some bar now can I?" Meryl put her hands on her hips, looking at him, as she waited for an answer.

 

Vash looked away, back at the bar table. "Yes Meryl, you can. Go home. Now." he said, his voice, so much different than how he'd normally spoken to her.

 

"You've heard my answer, Vash I'm not leaving until yo-"

 

"Meryl!" Vash interrupted. "Go back home, and stay there! I would like to be away from you and your damn nagging for a little while!"

 

The whole bar became quiet. No one had ever heard someone speak to feisty little Meryl like that. Not unless the wanted their asses kicked.

 

Instinct caught hold of Meryl as she brought her hand up to slap him, but Vash caught her as well. He gripped her wrist, tight, as his eyes bore into hers.

 

"You've fucked up by coming here, Meryl."

 

His grip strengthened, causing pain to shoot throughout Meryl's arm. "Vash...let go... you're hurting me."

 

"So now you want me to let you go? Why? Do I scare you Meryl? Do you still want me to come home with you?" He grinned evilly...This wasn't Vash.

 

"Vash...please..." Tears stung her eyes from pain, caused by more than his grip on her wrist. She took in a deep breath. "Yes. I want you to come home. You're drunk. You need rest."

 

"Don't you get it! I want you to hate me! Hate me so i won't hurt you! I can't hate you so I need you to hate me! Please...Meryl just...leave..." He let go of her arm, staring at the floor as he turned away.

 

"Vash you don't know what you're saying please just-" She reached for his arm, willing to drag him back if she had to.

 

"GO!" Vash turned quickly, his hand in the air as it collided with Meryl's right cheek. His eyes widened as he realized what he'd done. He looked at the woman standing in front of him with her hand at her sides and fists clenched tight. "Meryl...I'm..."

 

Meryl touched her cheek, which was bleeding from the impact. A tear rolled down her cheek, stinging the open wound.

 

Oh God what have I done? Vash took a step towards the small girl.

 

"Vash." She said, stopping him before his foot touched to ground. "Did you really want me to hate you?"

 

Vash was silent.

 

"Then let this be an example of how hard it is for me to do that." No more tears had fallen. She was just standing there, with a fake smile, emotionless voice, and glassy eyes.

 

Meryl walked out the door, needing fresh air. She walked at a very slow pace, knowing Vash would catch up. As she walked onto the snow covered ground outside she inhaled slowly and quivered and exhale. She soon felt Vash's warm hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him.

 

"Meryl I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I really didn't." Tears poured from his eyes. "I'm sorry I got drunk, I'm sorry. I'm so s-sorry."

 

"I know Vash. I know." He had dropped to his knees and she was still emotionless. She didn't really know what to do. He didn't mean to hurt or scare her, it was the beer. But it still hurt her feelings, and she would have to get over it. Should she just forgive him and move on? Was it to big of a deal to do that? She was just confused.

 

Suddenly, in the midst of it all, Meryl's lack of sleep and emotional drain caught up to her, and she passed out. Vash caught her in his arms, hugging her tightly as he stood up.

 

He cradled her in his arms, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I love you." Though he knew that she didn't hear him. And then he slowly walked away.

 

A woman stood outside the bar, watching as they walked away. Her long violet hair was pulled back in a bun, she wore a long black coat and small rectangle glasses as if she were to be reading. She smirked, her thin lips slightly curved. "Talk about entertainment."