Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And He Realizes ( Chapter 8 )

Unseen Scars Chapter: 8

 

Note: Well, you know I don't own trigun...but besides that. Later in this chapter is a LOT of description that I should warn you about. Just so you are warned. Not a lemon, no definately not yet. But there is a lot of detail about what happened to Meryl. Hope Ya Enjoy. Enjoyus Maximus...

 

Zhen Ji's Random Note: Hey people. I will try and update later. I hope to see you guys soon!

 

Vash opened the door slowly preparing himself for Knives' smart remarks. But when it was open, he heard, strangely, nothing. Knives was asleep.

 

Meryl was carried into her room and tucked into her bed. Vash looked at her sleeping form, more at the scratch on her cheek, guilt consumed him. It traveled from the edge of her chin to right below her eye. Looking at his hand, he sighed. He had to have hit her hard to cause a wound like that. It must have been one of the rings he wore that cut her, but he still would have had to have hit her hard to cause that much damage.

 

Why? He thought Why did I even come back? He sighed again, whispering into the night air. "Why do I come back when all I do is cause you pain?"

 

He thought He sighed again, whispering into the night air. "Why do I come back when all I do is cause you pain?"

"Because you had to see her again."

 

Vash turned, slightly startled to hear Milly's voice. "What?"

 

"You had to see her again...because you love her. Isn't that right?" She cocked her head, looking at him like a curious child.

 

"You know everything don't you, Big Girl?"

 

She only smiled slightly, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

 

His eyes watered. "I was drunk. Terribly drunk, and she tried to bring me home and I told her 'no'. She kept on, she was honestly worried about me, but I didn't care. I raised my hand up and slapped her...hard. Realizing what I had done, I felt as if I was sober, knowing that I had seriously hurt her, physically and emotionally. I hurt her... I didn't mean to...I really didn't mean to Milly." Vash wrapped his arms around the tall woman and cried. "I'm so s-sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry..." Repeated, telling Milly over and over.

 

Milly held the man as he cried on her shoulder, stroking his hair as he held her close.

 

 

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Dream:

 

Knives was standing in a room he'd never seen before. It had to have been a girl's room with all the posters on the wall. But of course it had some boyish posters on the wall, and some things that shouldn't be on a wall at all. Taco bell pacages with odd sayings on them, a fuzzy slipper, shorts. The slippers and shorts were all the same color that strangely resimbled the color of his brother's eyes. (A/N: This is my room...heh.)

 

It wasn't very big, but there was a lot of furniture. In one corner was a keyboard, which was at the foot of the bed. Next to the keyboard was a desk, which was in front of the window. Next to the desk was a large dresser. At the head of the bed was a shelf of different porcelain collectables and weird books.

 

Knives' study of the room was cut short by the door slamming open. The man who kicked it was shoving a teenage girl inside. His hair was tussled brown and he reaked of alcohol. The girl was crying.

 

Oh Knives thought. I'm in someone's dream again. I really need to learn how to stop that. He looked at the crying girl. Who...is that? Knives thought. He looked at the crying girl.

 

"Howard stop! Please stop! Don't please! Please!" The girl cried.

 

She looks, slightly firmiliar.

 

The man now known as Howard brought his face down into the girls neck, smiling at her scent. "You smell...sweet...tasty..." As his arms held her forearms down to the bed he wandered his tongue across her throat.

 

"Please stop! You can't do this! Not to your step daughter! STOP!"

 

"You don't know how much I've wanted this...waited for this...Meryl..."

 

Knives' eyes widened. The smart ass! That girl is her!

 

Howard ripped Meryl's shirt off, throwing it across the room.

 

Knives took off running towards the man. He'd seen enough. Even Knives knew this was wrong, but for some reason, Knives found that his voice wouldn't work. Stop! Stop! He screamed, but his screams remained unheard.

 

The girl was being covered in bruises on her arms and inner thighs. Her shorts were soon thrown off as well. Knives actually felt sorry for her, and angry at the man.

 

Not only that, but he was unable to avoid seeing everything that happened in the dream. If he turned around or closed his eyes, it was still there. Haunting every way he turned. He had witnessed the entire thing.

 

Then it was over. Finally over. He was finished ruining the girls life. He had destroyed it to the point of no return. So, Howard picked his pants up off the floor left the room, stopping at the doorway. "Oh, and clean your room...it's a mess." He said as he left.

 

Meryl waited until he left, throwing the comforter off the bed and wrapping herself in her sheets in the corner underneath her keyboard. She wept, her cat trying to soothe her, but no no avail.

 

Knives walked over to the girl, holding out a hand to comfort her, but his hand quickly dissolved. What? His whole body was disapearing. No I'm transporting to another dream. STOP!

 

This time he was in a run down hotel room. He looked around at his surroundings, noticing he was sitting on a bed with his feet curled and his arms wrapped around them. For some reason, he felt very...worried? Tears were streaming down his face and he didn't know why.

 

Knives turned his head to see the figure next to him. First the short girl and now the Amazon! She was crying, too. No...Don't tell me I'm- The door opened suddenly, startling him slightly.

 

 

“Mr. Wolfwood I-...Milly? What are you doing in here?”

 

“He told me to stay here, Meryl. He made me promise.”

 

I feel...what she feels! Dammit! Knives felt even more worried as another spree of gunshots rang out. Then they stopped.

 

The last gunshot was heard from in the distance. Relief rushed over him. He still stayed on the bed, though. Keeping Milly's promise. About an hour later the door opened, his heart lifted and he stood up, soon running towards the door. Once again, it was Meryl...crying.

 

“What's wrong? Is Mr. Vash...?”

 

“No. Milly. It's Mr. Wolfwood. He's...I'm so sorry Milly.”

 

Knives dropped to his knees, as did Milly and cried. Stop! Stop making me dream this! “STOP!”

 

 

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“Are you okay Mr. Knives? You were crying and yelling `Stop' in your sleep”

 

“I'm fine.” Knives wiped the sweat and tears off of his face. “Oh and woman.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“The reason you hate me is because I killed the priest correct?”

 

Milly sighed, frowning. “Yes.”

 

“Because I didn't.”