Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And She Relaxes ( Chapter 13 )

Vash opened the bathroom door, stepping into the hallway with only a towel covering his nether regions. Steam falling around his feet from the doorway.

 

Meryl walked down the hall towards her room, stopping as she noticed a half-naked Vash. “Oh…um…” The short girl blushed, hiding her embarrassed eyes from his smile.

 

“Hi.” He stated calmly, retreating to his room to cover his scars. Come on, Vash, she won't run away, she's seen them already. “Oh umm…Insurance Girl, I need to talk to you about something.” He smiled shyly, trying to hide the fact that he loved how she looked when she was blushing. The thought only made him slightly blush in return.

 

Meryl regained her composure, looking up at him with her eyes close, as if agitated. “Okay, about what?”

 

Vash walked towards her, slightly forgetting he was clad in only a towel. “Lets go in your room.”

 

“What?!”

 

“I need to talk to you, and I don't feel like standing in a hall all night.” He smirked, quirking a brow at his little insurance girl. “What were you thinking?”

 

Meryl blushed again, but didn't turn away as she responded. “Nothing. Nevermind. Come on.”

 

Vash chuckled, following Meryl into her room. “Okay, now hurry up Vash, I have to get to bed so I can go find a job in the morning. And one that I won't get molested every time I turn around, too.”

 

“Well you see.” He said, sitting down on the bed, “That was what I wanted to talk to you about. You don't have to get another job.”

 

“What? Do you expect the bills to just pay themselves?” She said, still trying to hide her earlier blush.

 

“No…uh…I'll get a job.” He looked up at her, slightly expecting her to be mad, but instead she was looking down at him as she raised her brow. “You can stay here and take care of Knives, while Milly and I work.”

 

“You don't have to do that. Besides, where would you work?”

 

“I'll take over your waitressing job! I'll be a waitress!” He joked.

 

“You mean a waitER.” Meryl said smiling.

 

“Aww…” Vash pouted, poking his bottom lip out. “You don't want to see me in those cute little dresses?”

 

Meryl tried to no avail to keep from laughing, but images of Vash in a short puffy skirt popped into her head one by one, each one progressing until he was in pigtails in her thoughts, and soon she was rolling with laughter.

 

Meryl wiped the laughter induced tears from her eyes, “Thanks for the comedic images Vash, but it's okay. You need to take care of Knives here remember?”

 

Vash stood up, now looking down at her like normal. “But you also need to relax, besides, Knives is fine. If anyone can help him it'd be you. Look at how well Milly has done.”

 

“I'm fine, perfectly relaxed.” She said deprecatingly, folding her arms. (A/N: Don't ya love the word deprecatingly? It is the same thing as matter-of-factly. Thank you thesaurus!)

 

Vash walked behind her, laying his hands on her shoulders. “That's not what your tight muscles say. Sit down.” He said, pushing her down in a chair.

 

“What are you doing?” She said, tensing up.

 

“Helping you relax.” He said, rubbing his calloused hands on her shoulders. “Just…breathe okay?”

 

“But…” Meryl gave up, taking a deep breath, letting his hands soothe her.

 

Vash let his hands rub against her tense muscles in her shoulders and neck, his thumbs pressing against her shoulder blades, feeling her guard fall. Soon she was tension free, her neck loose in his grasp. “So…” He whispered, “Do you think I can get a job and let you stay here?”

 

“Mmmhmm…” Meryl responded, feeling like putty in his hands.

 

Vash smiled at her reactions to his ministrations. He then noticed two things, 1) he was so close to her that he could smell her beautiful scent, (though he really didn't mind) and 2) He was still in a towel. “Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get dressed and go to bed, after all, I have to go job hunting in the morning.”

 

Meryl said nothing as she opened her eyes to an empty room. What just happened? She had let him take advantage of her! He comforted her until he got what he wanted…but it felt sooo good. Wait…Ugh I can't believe that…ugh.

 

???

 

~Dream~

 

Vash lay mortally wounded in the small girl's lap, they cried to each other, whispering final words. Knives looked around. Where was she?

 

There. She was looking at him with pure shock, seeing him pull a gun on his own brother. The tall woman. He wasn't crying over Vash either. Nor was he trying to stop himself from the gun pointing at Milly.

 

Knives felt he smirked as he pulled the trigger, watching her clasp her stomach and double over onto her knees in pain. Finally he lost his grin, dropping the gun and falling to his knees. What had he done?

 

His brother and his friend were now dead, lying in the blood stained snow. Wait…Milly was a friend? Yes…unfortunately she was.

 

Knives kneeled down in the snow behind her, wondering why he didn't go to Vash, but not attempting to change his mind. Milly looked up at him crying. His tears fell onto her face, mingling with her own. She smiled lightly. “I know you didn't mean it.” She whispered, causing her to cough.

 

His arms wrapped around her as he held her close, feeling her blood pool on his tattered shirt. Her body suddenly fell limp in his arms, her eyes still open and pooled with tears. Her lovely baby blue eyes were now black and emotionless.

 

He reached over, closing her eyes so as not to see them. His heart was wrenching with a pain he had only felt once, in that dream of her. But this time it was much worse. The same kind, yet of higher magnitude.

 

Knives looked back at Meryl, her eyes were burning of pure hatred. But not at him. He looked the way she was glaring, a tall woman standing laughing at them both, before she pulled a gun of her own. Knives closed his eyes, knowing he was next.

 

The gun was shot, but he was still breathing. He opened his eyes, seeing the small girl in front of him, taking the shot for him. She, too, had died because of him.

 

Knives screamed, the emotional pain too much, wanting to get out. He was the only one left. His brother was laying in a pool of his own blood, Milly was in his now crimson arms, and Meryl was falling to her own grave on the cold icy ground.

 

???

 

Knives woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily and tears streaming down his face. The other inhabitants of the house were all surrounding him with worried expressions, Milly holding his hand, Vash on his knees next to him. Meryl was standing, holding her robe closed behind the others.

 

“Are you okay Mr. Knives?” Milly said with urgency.

 

Knives nodded, still not sure if his voice was going to work without sounding pathetic.

 

“Are you sure Knives? You seemed really upset in your dream.” Vash looked at his brother, aqua eyes flooded with concern.

 

“I-“ His voice broke, his throat feeling dry.

 

Vash handed him a glass of water that Meryl had fixed for him.

 

He drank a sip of the water, clearing a throat before speaking. “I'm fine. It was only a dream.”

 

Vash excused Meryl and Milly, allowing them to return to their beds. “What did you dream about?” He asked, feeling that Knives would tell him if the others were gone.

 

Knives thought for a second, thinking on how to word it. “Being in your shoes. Kind of.”

 

“You were me?”

 

“No. Everything I tried to do to you…happened to me.”

 

Vash looked at him with sorrow. “Did…did I do it?”

 

“No. I don't know who it was…but she looked firmiliar.” Knives sighed, breathing in deeply afterwards. “Brother.”

 

“Hm?”

 

“I don't think we are safe here anymore.”

 

???

 

HAH! I'm early. Well that was the last chapter, I think I am going to quit fanfiction. I suck anyways. I think that I am going to start writing real stories and stop wasting my time…April fools! Anyways, yeah, that was one of my better chapters near the end there. How'd ya like it? Yeah, I uploaded a day early. -dances- go me..go me..go me… Anyways, review for meh if you want. PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

 

~DPA(Pyro)