Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And He Cries ( Chapter 12 )

“Though some people…no matter what race…are impossible to hate.” Knives admitted solemnly.

Milly smiled lightly…truthfully. “Do you…” she sighed, shoving the though away.

“What?” He turned, looking at the woman next to him.

“Never mind.” She said, shaking her head. “It's nothing…Say, have you ever heard of Snow Cream?”

“Yes…but how did you-?”

“My mom used to make it out of shaved ice for us. She said that one of our ancestors had kept the recipe from the old world.” She looked down at the cold flakes on the ground, still smiling brightly. “Do you think it would taste the same with real snow?”

Knives shrugged. “I suppose.”

Milly sighed, thinking back on when she was a child living with her large family when they made snow cream. “I think we should make some for dessert. It will be good. Have you ever had any?”

“Yes. When Vash and I were younger. Rem made some for us from some simulated snow in the rec. room.” He said bluntly, as if Rem was still living.

“Do you ever…” she stopped, wondering if she should even ask.

“Do I ever what?” Knives raised his brow, looking at her.

“Do you ever miss her?” She slightly stopped, hoping after she said it that he didn't go berserk, but bracing herself just in case. Yet, surprisingly, his eyes became fixed on the bright snow on the ground.

“More than you'd think.” Was his simple answer. “I really didn't mean to…to…” His voice slightly quivered, wavering with his own emotion. “I wanted to keep her…I didn't want her to…to…”

Milly wrapped her arm around his shoulder gently, thinking he was going to hit him, but she didn't care. Her only concern…was comforting him. “I know…” she whispered. “I know.”

“No…no you don't…You don't know what it's like to be the cause of your mother's death.” He braced his head on his hands, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. He took a deep breath, wiping his eyes from tears. “I'm sorry…I'm fine now.”

She patted his back, still slightly embracing him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Just…I'm okay.” He sighed, slightly happy that he could release some of the reticent emotions he had held for so many years.

“Are you ready to go back?” She said, seeing his eyes sag drowsily.

“I just…lets stay a little longer.” He said, his gaze set on the frozen crystals on the ground.

Milly smiled lightly. “Okay.” She turned towards the snow once again, also looking down at the ground. “I'm going to go get a bowl. I'll be right back, okay?”

Knives looked up at her, his icy blue eyes glossed over from slight tears. “A bowl…why?” He asked curiously.

“I told you.” She grinned, cocking her head to the side. “We're making snow cream for dessert. So I need to get a bowl to collect some snow.”

Knives smirked, but said nothing. There was something about the way she smiled like that, her head slightly turned, her eyes bright and cheerful, something about it that actually made him cheer up. It was like he couldn't be sad, or upset, when looking at her. It was…impossible for him to.

“Are you going to be okay while I'm gone?” She asked innocently, as if he were a child.

“Don't worry.” He replied. “I'm not going to wreak havoc upon the town.” He smirked playfully. “Not yet anyways.”

Milly took his joke playfully, laughing lightly as she turned away. “I'll be back in a second.” And with that she trudged down the cliff, leaving Knives alone.

Knives sat, not really knowing what was going on. Since the dreams, he had changed. Until that day it was just small choices, and his views, but talking to her…that question she asked…he actually…cried.

He actually liked crying, too…strangely. And he slightly wished that he could have done that sooner. Because as soon as the tears fell from his eyes, it was as if the chains he had worn for over 130 years fell apart. As if every tear was a link of the chain that bound him to his guilt that whole time. And as they fell, so did the chain.

But why…why did he cry…because of Milly?

???

Vash searched his many pockets for the $$30. Finally finding the one pocket he kept his wallet in that day, he handed the money to the baker behind the counter.

“Thank you, sir. Your three dozen will be ready in about 15 minutes.” The woman said.

“Well I will be back at that time then! Thanks!” Vash said, waving as he walked towards the saloon. “Guess who's coming to visit my dear little insurance girl…” Vash whispered to himself as he walked towards the doors to the bar.

His smile quickly faded as he acted “tough” and entered the bar. Some people turned to him, while others kept on with their card games and drinking bets. Vash looked around and finally decided to sit in the far corner, knowing that was the area that Meryl served.

It seemed he made it an extra effort to make sure his whole body was shadowed over so that no one could get a good look at him.

He sat with his hands folded on the table, pending the arrival of his waitress. He put his yellow sunglasses on, shrouding his eyes with a yellow tint.

“May I take your order?” Said the waitress.

Vash looked up at her, smirking. He let his hand fall to her behind in hopes to piss her off. He then realized something as the woman giggled from his touch.…that wasn't Meryl! “ACK! Wh-where's Meryl? I though she waited this table!” He said, pulling his hand away.

“Oh…” the woman said, sounding disgusted. “She was just fired.” She smirked. “In fact, you just missed her, she left a little before you got here. But…” The woman said, sitting down next to him, “I hope I can be of some service to you…” Her sultry voice in attempt to seduce Vash, disgusted him. She was NOT Meryl.

“Excuse me.” He stated, standing up, shoving the girl off of him. “ I have to go now.” And with that he walked out the door.

Vash walked home, slightly embarrassed, but also wondering where Meryl went. Eh, he was more embarrassed. After all, Meryl was probably at home.

???

“So then I bought a few donuts and came home. So tell me how you got fired, Meryl?”

“Uh…umm…How did you find out?” Meryl stuttered at his sudden statement.

Vash just looked at her with a mischievous grin that just oozed the words `caught you'.

“I broke another tray and it was getting to expensive to have to buy a new one every other day so they fired me. And the bartender was scared that his business would go down.”

Vash laughed, she really was back to normal, beating up drunks and everything. The scratch on her face was completely healed as well, and he was glad. “I missed you…” he mumbled sub-consciously.

Meryl looked at him, smiling, and knowing that he didn't mean for her to hear him, patted his shoulder. “I'm going to take a shower.”

Vash sat their alone for a minute before Milly walked into the house smiling brightly. “Hi Mr. Vash!” She greeted.

Vash smiled back, waving his hand. “Hi Big-girl. Wait…Where's Knives?”

Milly looked back at him from the open cabinet. “He's on the cliff outside of town waiting on me to get back with a bowl.”

“You left him there alone? What if he goes mad?” Vash questioned, slightly going mad himself.

Milly laughed. “I honestly don't think anything is going to happen Mr. Vash. He's fine.”

Vash sighed. “I hope you're right…but-“

“Nothing is going to happen okay?” She smiled down at the humanoid typhoon with the bowl in hand. “I'll be back later okay?”

“Wait, what's the bowl for?”

“I'm making a special dessert for tonight.” She said, leaving before he had the chance to ask more questions.

Slowly but surely…he's changing. Vash smiled.

Well, I wrote this chapter on time. It's still Saturday. I try to update every weekend. Oh and guess what! IT'S SPRING BREAK!! So yeah…I'm happy today. I hope you like how things are going. By the way, in my Computer Applications class I have to make a magazine cover…my topic? DPA FF, Dark Pyro Angel's FanFiction. It has lots of stuff. But it only has the names of some articles on the cover and that is all we are supposed to make. PEOPLE WILL BE FLAMED UNBEKNOWNST TO THEM!! Not any of MY wonderful reviewers though…hehe.

 

~DPA(Pyro)