Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And Their Views Change ( Chapter 10 )

Slumber. Such a, supposedly, peaceful time. But if that was so, there would be no nightmares, such as those that Knives had. The secrets he'd found replayed in his mind as he slept. The most horrifying being Meryl's, sometime it was Milly's, but not often. It had become hard to look at Meryl without seeing her young fragile body being torn apart by that terrible pervert. He still contemplated whether or not to tell Vash. He thought about it for weeks as he healed.

He had healed greatly in the two weeks since he'd found out. He could easily walk around the small house, and sometimes the front yard to see snow.

He liked the snow. The cold flakes fascinated him, he had never seen it before, and wished it to become everlasting. As he looked at the snow falling, the flakes gracefully falling to the sky, Vash could almost seeing the little boy he'd grown up with again. The boy he knew before the accident. Knives' eyes almost seemed to…soften, holding a strange gentleness in them. But Vash dare not tell his brother.

 

“Milly?” Meryl knocked on the door to her associates room. “Are you okay? You've seemed…different the past few days.”

“How so, Meryl?” She asked, opening the door, greeting her friend with a false smile.

Meryl didn't answer. She didn't want to tell her friend she seemed…emotionless. That her smile was fake, and everyone could tell. “Uh…never mind.”

Milly sighed, “I'm fine Meryl.” She walked past her friend out the door. “I guess I had better get to work, right?”

Meryl smiled, too. “Uh…yeah.” She said, sighing. “But, Milly?”

Milly turned around to face her friend. “Yes?”

“What did he say that day?”

Milly sighed, her smile still content on her face. “Nothing. He just judged something he knows nothing about.” And with that she walked away, not giving her friend a chance to ask for an explanation.

“Milly…” Meryl said, to no one in particular.

 

“Knives.” Meryl said sternly.

“Yes oh sweet spider?” He asked sarcastically, knowing he was going to get a lecture.

“What did you say to Milly that day while Vash and I were out?”

“Did she not tell you?” He asked with fake curiosity.

“Knives.”

“Well I guess if she didn't want you to know, then it's not my right to say.”

“Strangely enough,” Vash said from behind Meryl, his voice slightly disappointed. “he has a point.”

“Finally,” his brother replied. “You recognize the fact that I am a genius.”

“Not exactly. You are just being such a jerk that you said something that was right. Wait… that sounds a bit… off.”

Be quiet before you hurt yourself Vash.” Meryl said as the blond scratched his head, confused by his own statement.

Vash's eyes widened and he stopped all movement.

“Uh… Vash?” Meryl looked at him worriedly. “What's wrong?”

“Oh man….oh man…” Vash responded.

“Uh… brother?”

“Oh man…oh man…” He said again.

“What?!” The two screamed.

“I gotta pee!!” And with that, he ran out of the room, holding his crotch to the bathroom.

“That oaf.” Meryl said.

“Sometimes…well actually most of the time, I am ashamed to be related to him.”

“I can understand why.” She chuckled lightly, surprised to hear Knives' laughter as well.

The two of them sat down, Knives on the edge of the bed and Meryl on one of the kitchen chairs.

“Uh…woman?”

“Meryl. My name is Meryl.” She said.

“Right. Meryl then. I have been needing to talk to you about something.” He said, his voice stern, but not exactly mean. It wasn't even in the least bit arrogant.

“Yes?” She said, satisfied at the way he addressed her.

“Before you blame me for invading your mind, I want to tell you that it wasn't by choice. To tell you the truth, I haven't completely managed my powers yet. But a few weeks ago, I was dreaming…but it wasn't my dream.” He said.

“Uh… what?”

“I was in another person's dream. I didn't know who's at first. But then I heard your name.”

“So you were in my dream?” She said, wondering which dream he'd been in. Please not the one about Vash…

“Yes. It was one that I think might have been about your past.”

Meryl's eyes widened. No. “So you saw…you watched him…no…”

“Yes. That is the one I saw. I was forced to see everything. I am not going to tell my brother if you don't want me to. That isn't what I wanted to discuss with you.”

Meryl, still shocked, let a tear fall from her eye. She had been discovered. Someone knew. Her life was over. Wait…he wouldn't tell Vash? “You won't tell him?”

“Not unless there is a reason to.”

“Please don't tell me you have black mail now.” Using a weakness like that…why? Her eyes soon became swollen with unshed tears.

“No. I don't think I will really need a reason to tell him. But I wanted to know. Where is that man now?”

“I…I don't know. I don't really want to know.”

“I see.” Knives sighed. “Well, I have enough honor not to go back on a promise. So like I said, my brother will not know from me.”

“Thanks.” Meryl said, sighing. “Oh and one more thing. You and I are the only ones that know of it now. So don't say anything about it to Milly either.”

Knives smirked. “And you wanted me to tell you something she didn't want you to know.”

Meryl sighed, walking out the door. “Tell Vash I left for work alright?”

Knives was silent, only standing up and heading to the refrigerator.

I will take that as an okay. Meryl walked out the door, the wind blowing in the snow as the door opened.

 

Knives looked around it the fridge, looking for a good lunch. There wasn't much variety in the small house, considering there wasn't much money either. Knives looked around. Damn it Vash…you're going to stink up the whole house with the way you are staying in there. It's going to be an atomic bomb when he comes out. The blond man shrugged it off, picking up the eggs and chicken broth.

Knives put a pot on the stove, pouring the chicken broth into it and letting it heat to a boil. As it was warming up, however, he mixed up two eggs, as if he was going to scramble them. And when the broth came to a boil he poured them in, mixing them as soon as they were in the boiling liquid.

“Whatcha cookin'” Vash said, walking in and fanning his nose. “Whew, best not to open that door for a while.”

“You are disgusting. Sometimes I don't know the difference between you and those Thomas out back.”

“Hehe.” The spiky haired blond scratched his head, chuckling. “Anyways, what is that?”

“It's a delicacy I learned from a book about an Earth culture called the Chinese.”

“Soo…” His brother stated impatiently.

“It's called egg drop soup.” He poured a ladle of it into a bowl, sitting down at the table. Looking up he noticed the pitiful face Vash had made. “Yes, you can have a bowl.”

Vash smiled, grabbing a glass bowl from the cabinet. He joined his brother at the table. “So, uh, Knives. What made you so… not angry all of the sudden?”

“You mean not angry with the fact that you brought me here to be taken care of by these spiders? Oh but I am. I just try not to let them ruin my life.”

“They kinda, saved it. If they hadn't taken care of you, your wounds could have gotten infected. And who could help me take care of you if we didn't have them.”

Knives sighed. “So are you ever going to reveal your stupid feelings to the girl?”

“Uh…umm… why do you care?” Vash said “angrily”.

“Well if you really like her at all, you will tell her before her human life is over.” He looked over at his brother. “Why, is the infamous Humanoid Typhoon scared of the girl?”

“If you knew her as well as I did you would be scared too!” Vash sighed. “But besides that…I think she has a lot on her mind right now.”

“Such as?”

“Well… about three weeks ago, I heard her having a nightmare. At first I thought it was just that, a nightmare. But she started talking in her sleep about someone killing her baby. She was talking to her mother, telling her that the baby died because of her.

“I don't know what happened to cause a nightmare like that, but obviously I don't know Meryl as well as I thought.”

Knives' brow furrowed. That bastard…he impregnated a fifteen-year-old girl. Damn him.

“I think…”

Knives looked at his brother.

“I think Meryl may have been married before.” Vash gazed deeply into the empty bowl, as if searching for something. An answer…the truth. He wasn't sure what.

“Why would you think that?” Knives asked, his voice quieter than normal.

“Meryl…” Vash said, “She's too… classy to just go out and have sex with someone before she was at least engaged to them. That would be the only way that she could get pregnant. But I don't know why her mother would force her to lose the baby.”

“Do you think her mother meant to?”

“I don't know. I just…I wish Meryl could tell me.”

“Have you asked her about it?”

“No but…” Vash sighed.

“Maybe she would tell her if you asked.”

“But…”

“I don't know if she would or not. You know her better than I do don't you?” Knives stood up.

“Man…you sure have changed.”

You would too if you knew what I did. Besides, I know now… humans… they can go through worse pain than I can imagine. And sometimes I am the cause of it.

“So are you still bent on destroying the human race?”

“Of course. Those creatures are disgusting, what they do to each other. It's horrible.”

Vash sighed in defeat. “Darn… I actually believed there was hope for you until-“

“But… in all the people I do wish to kill… I think I can spare a few.”

 

Note: I know, I suck at writing. I am still trying to get out of my horrible writers block. Watching Trigun as I write is helping though. Well, what did you think of how Knives is changing, or maybe I should re-do the last two chapters? Tell me if you can. I need help really bad. I would also like help in ways to get out of writers block. And if you mention anything about little Japanese girls and a giant watch sending you to a world where I am everywhere I will hurt you. Well, just for some entertainment, welcome in my boyfriend. Staccato Bluesummers!

Staccato: Hiya

DPA: So…whatcha been doin' lately?

Staccato: You…hehe…

DPA: -bright red- Shut up! People don't want to know that!!

Staccato: Then they don't have to read it.

DPA: -changes the subject- so uh… how's your brother?

Staccato: Dead.

DPA: No the other one. Adante

Staccato: Oh, he's sick.

DPA: What did you do?

Staccato: Why are you asking me? What makes you think I did something.

DPA: Did you put glue in his underwear again?

Staccato: No. It wouldn't work anyways, ever since last time he stopped wearing them.

DPA: So, what did you do?

Staccato: I put him in a circular room and told him to pee in the corner… man he's stupid.

DPA: You're evil Staccato.

Staccato: Don't you love me for it?

DPA: Of course. Especially when you are evilwith leather.

Staccato: -goes away to change-

DPA: Whoa, I gotta go!