Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Scars ❯ And They Travel ( Chapter 16 )
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By: lucky_meryl 
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.23.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 314 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.23.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 314 | Status: Completed
Milly let the water run down her body, the steam filling the small bathroom. As she ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes closed in thought, she remembered what happened only ten minutes previous.
His eyes, his hair…Knives, had changed. He looked like…Nick. What’s happening to me? He’s not…not him… Milly thought back on her lover's face. He's not...you...
“Nick…” She whispered to herself. Just hearing his name aloud made her feel, slightly, at ease. She let her head fall back, the water running down her face, mingling with her own tears. “Why…did you…leave…?” Milly let her tears run free for a few minutes, allowing her emotions to be released, before finishing her shower.
Knives leaned against the door outside, breathing in the cold and frosty air. She looked at me…as if I were someone else… and with…lo- No. But not with the same look of sympathy. But more than anything she looked confused.
The platinum blonde looked out towards where his brother was, now realizing the effects that humans could have on a person. After all the things he’d thought about them, after how much he supposedly hated them, that one woman could make him so confused, and so emotional.
However, his thoughts were suddenly called to a halt as he watched the tall figure, which he made out to be his brother, fall towards a smaller kneeling figure.
Vash held to her small fragile form, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “Not again! Let go! Let go!” Her screams rang through his head, as if he was torturing her. Her being terrified...scared him.
“Meryl! Calm down! It’s just me!” He felt her hands on his shoulders, pushing with all their might. He felt as she searched around his waist and was suddenly grateful he’d dropped his gun behind him.
“I said let go!” She screamed, lifting one of her hands above her head.
Vash looked up at her hand. The shiny dagger glistened in the sun. The sight only caused him to hold tighter to the small woman in his arms. “Meryl stop!” He screamed, the action being his last chance.
"Vash…” She exhaled, his name released from her lips, and the dagger released from her hand to the snowy ground behind them. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” This time it was his turn to be held, as she wrapped her arms around his waist, crying onto his shoulder.
Vash was crying too. What happened? He thought, but didn’t ask, knowing he wouldn’t receive an answer at that time. So, the two just sat there, crying in each other’s arms.
“What, the hell, is going on here!” Knives yelled, looking down at the weeping couple.
Vash let go of Meryl, being the first to break the connection. “Honestly…I don’t know…”
Meryl stood up. “I’m very sorry.” She said, her head hanging low.
“It’s okay.” Vash set his hand on her shoulder. He watched as she turned away from him, walking solemnly back to the house.
“What happened, Vash?”
Vash looked back up at his brother. “I told you, I don’t know.” He sighed. “She just…ugh… I told her to practice aiming, so I made myself the target. She missed at first, and then I helped her, so she aimed at me again. I didn’t know that when she was to look up at me she would go haywire.”
Knives raised a brow, giving his brother a look saying “Excuse me?”
“She started shooting at me like crazy, crying and pulling out all of her derringers. She was screaming at me as if I was someone else. Yelling ‘Not again’ and pushing me away.” He looked down at his hands, shaking his head in what seemed to be denial. “She was looking at me in pure fear and hatred.”
Knives nodded, knowing then what had happened. “Vash, tell the spiders to pack, we’re leaving tonight.”
“What?”
“The person who caused this is the same person that wants to kill us.” He glared at Vash’s stunned expression. “Just trust me.”
“What’s wrong with me?” Milly looked down at her hands. I’m seeing the love of my life through his assassin. “And when I don’t…I see him…Knives.” And even he is beginning to give me butterflies.
Milly plastered her smile, hearing a slow, steady knock on her door. “Coming!” She said cheerfully,
Vash stood in the doorway, holding a false grin as well. “Hi!” He half waved at the tall woman, inviting himself in her room. “Guess what! We’re leaving early, so you and the short girl had better get packin’.”
Milly looked at him with her head cocked. “What? Why, Mr. Vash?”
“Well, we’re just wasting time here and besides, the longer we stay here the shorter distance we will be from here later, right?” He held his smile, hoping for it to look true.
“Gosh Mr. Vash, I’m glad that’s all, I thought that something happened again or something.” Milly said. What is it?
Vash sweated nervously. Damn, she’s smart. “Nah, nothin’ happened! Well, I guess you can tell me when you’re done, alright?”
Is it about Meryl? Milly looked at him as he started down the hall. “Would you like me to tell Meryl for you?”
Vash sighed, Thank you for asking. “Yeah, that’d be great! Thanks.” And he continued down the long hallway.
“Meryl?” Milly invited herself into her partner’s room. “We need to pack, Mr. Vash said we are leav-…Meryl what’s wrong!” The moment the tall girl looked down at her friend, she rushed to her side, fearing the worst.
Meryl was hunched over on her bed, slightly rocking back and forth, looking straight ahead at the edge of the bed. She was biting her lip and refused to blink. “I would’ve done it…I would’ve killed him…and I wouldn’t have known…”
Milly’s eyes widened. Kill him? Who? Vash? “Meryl…” The tall woman wrapped her arms around the, what now showed to be, the fragile woman, rocking with her. “You know, you can tell me anything…” She muttered.
Meryl nodded against her friend’s arm. She slowly brought her arm to rest on Milly’s back letting out her sobs without tears. Over the past few weeks, she’d lost them all. All of them had been absorbed in the pillow on her bed at night, or in her clothes as she curled up and cried to herself in the corner of the room. All gone…so she had none left, but plenty of heart wrenching sobs which were muffled by Milly’s strong hug.
“It’s okay…shh…it’s going to be okay.” Milly soothed, holding her tight.
“No…It’s not okay…it won’t be…I tried to kill him…I wanted to…” Meryl wept, clasping handfuls of Milly’s cloak to pull herself closer to her friend. “I wanted to…but not him…not Vash…”
Now Milly was completely confused. Who was “he”? “I know…”
“No you don’t… I don’t…it wasn’t Vash…it was him…”
“Who?” Milly pulled Meryl back to look at her straight in the eyes. “Who was it you wanted to kill.”
She’d said too much. “N-no one…Nevermind.” Meryl wiped her nose, raising up. “Thank you, Milly. And…I’m sorry.”
Milly nodded. “Do you want me to help you pack?”
“Pack?” Meryl raised a brow curiously.
“Mr. Vash said that we are leaving now. I don’t know why.”
“Oh. Well, no, I have it. You go on and pack your stuff.” She smiled lightly, though she knew she couldn’t fool Milly.
Milly just smiled back, however. “I’ve already finished packing.”
“Well, then can you go rent four thomas? I don’t think any of us want to walk for who-knows-how-long.”
Milly nodded. “I’ll be back later then.”
Knives, Meryl, and Vash had been standing outside for over half an hour before Milly had arrived with the thomas. Only two thomas. Her nervous laughter concluded the fact that she was unable to get four, like ordered. “Sorry, Meryl. They didn’t have any more than this.”
Meryl just smiled gratefully. “I guess we can take turns. Knives and Vash, you can go first I guess.”
“That’s okay, Meryl. You can ride.” Vash stated, handing her the reigns of the animal.
Meryl was in no mood to argue, so she accepted his offer by jumping over the sadle.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened. I already know more than my brother does.” Knives looked at the woman riding the thomas next to him.
“Vash…he faded away…and he changed…he looked like…him…” Meryl whispered, afraid that if she said it too loud Vash might hear.
Knives knew exactly who “he” was. . That son of a bitch…what was his name…Howard. “That’s what I was afraid of. Vash told me that when you looked at him, it was of a hatred he’d never seen from anyone. I knew then what you’d seen. And this isn’t your fault. It’s hers.”
Now Meryl was confused. “Milly’s?”
Knives nearly fell off his sadle. “No. The enemy. And I am beginning to get a pretty good idea who she is.”
“Who?”
“I can’t say until I know for sure. Besides, it wouldn’t help even if we did know.”
“Say, Big-Girl.” Vash was looking down at his feet as he walked.
“Hm?” Milly looked up at him, smiling so brightly that her eyes closed. In truth, she’d been thinking earlier as well. About who she saw…and where.
“How long have you known, Meryl?”
“Well gosh, Mr. Vash, I guess since she was about sixteen. She’d just moved over from a few towns away from where I lived. Why?”
“What about her parents. Did you know them?”
Milly thought for a second, her smile fading into an unusual expression. “Come to think of it, no. She said her dad passed away when she was twelve and she didn’t talk much about her mom. Just said that she didn’t live with them anymore and that she’d remarried.”
Vash nodded. “And…has Meryl ever been…uh…married?”
“Gosh no. She didn’t even date as long as I had known her.”
Vash nodded again, now lost in deep thought. So…either it was all just a nightmare, or Meryl was pregnant before she turned sixteen.
“Mr. Vash?”
“Hm?” He looked up at her, a fake smile plastered on his face once again.
“Do you know anything about who is after us?” This time Milly didn’t have a grin on her face, just pure curiosity.
Vash hated to tell her that he didn’t know anything, but it came out anyways, because more than telling her the truth, he hated lying to her. After all, she always looked so innocent.
“If I learn anything knew, I’ll let you know.”
The campfire was beginning to dull, Meryl, Knives, and Vash were asleep. Milly was laying down pretending to be. She couldn’t get her mind off of Knives. Well, Wolfwood really, but Knives, too.
Standing up, the tall woman finally came to the conclusion that she needed some time away from the campgrounds. And from the platinum blonde two bodies away.
As she sad on the cold ground, her sleeping bag wrapped around her like a jacket, she looked at the moons and stars. Every night this had become, what seemed like, a ritual, of looking up at the dark night sky whispering to Nicholas. “Today was…interesting I guess. I just wish I knew what the others were hiding. I know it seems silly, but I feel as though if I knew…maybe I could help them. I don’t know. Maybe it is just my nosiness. Either way…I want to know what is going on.
“I’m scared Nick. I…I saw you today…but… not in a way I would have hoped to see you. I feel like…like I am betraying you. I…I don’t know what to do. I…just need some help.” She sighed, gazing up at the stars.
“Hey, honey…”
That voice…was him. Startled, Milly turned around quickly. It really was him. Nicholas D. Wolfwood was standing behind her, smirking as if he’d always been there.
“Nick…” Tears welled up in her eyes as she stood and looked towards him. Her pace was slow and unsteady at first, still being at shock, but soon enough she had run towards him, jumping into his arms.
Seeing her run towards him, he was slightly stunned. The whole ordeal had surprised him, really. But when she jumped into his arms, slamming her mouth against his as tears streamed down her face…Knives’ eyes widened.
Note: Yeah, didn't I say I wouldn't be able to update this week, but SURPRISE! I know this had its boring parts and it took a while for you to get to the part you were waiting on. But now I have a few things to say.
DARN YOU Vash Luver 1! You weren't supposed to figure that part out! But at least you don't know who the "bad person" is. Hehe...you have noooo idea
Thanks for the support Aine! I have Variety Show tomorrow so wish me luck! Actually all I have is one scene and I walk around. Then I work the curtains in the Tech Crew. By they way, did you know, as of May 9th, we will have known each other for six whole months? Coolness!
Oh and...? --yeah, that was what you put down as your name.--she pulled out a dagger, not agun.
I know you're there AJD262. Luv ya muchly!
Claen'tor- yeah, so itreally isn't her past messin' around with her head. Yeah. TTYL!
Alright, that'severybody. Love you allbig muches! Wish me luck with the Variety Show 2005! This years them is...dum da da dummm... SPECTRUM! Yeah it is going to kick ass! See you guys next week then! Oh yeah...EndOf Course Tests are next week...dammit!
DPA(Pyro)
His eyes, his hair…Knives, had changed. He looked like…Nick. What’s happening to me? He’s not…not him… Milly thought back on her lover's face. He's not...you...
“Nick…” She whispered to herself. Just hearing his name aloud made her feel, slightly, at ease. She let her head fall back, the water running down her face, mingling with her own tears. “Why…did you…leave…?” Milly let her tears run free for a few minutes, allowing her emotions to be released, before finishing her shower.
Knives leaned against the door outside, breathing in the cold and frosty air. She looked at me…as if I were someone else… and with…lo- No. But not with the same look of sympathy. But more than anything she looked confused.
The platinum blonde looked out towards where his brother was, now realizing the effects that humans could have on a person. After all the things he’d thought about them, after how much he supposedly hated them, that one woman could make him so confused, and so emotional.
However, his thoughts were suddenly called to a halt as he watched the tall figure, which he made out to be his brother, fall towards a smaller kneeling figure.
Vash held to her small fragile form, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “Not again! Let go! Let go!” Her screams rang through his head, as if he was torturing her. Her being terrified...scared him.
“Meryl! Calm down! It’s just me!” He felt her hands on his shoulders, pushing with all their might. He felt as she searched around his waist and was suddenly grateful he’d dropped his gun behind him.
“I said let go!” She screamed, lifting one of her hands above her head.
Vash looked up at her hand. The shiny dagger glistened in the sun. The sight only caused him to hold tighter to the small woman in his arms. “Meryl stop!” He screamed, the action being his last chance.
"Vash…” She exhaled, his name released from her lips, and the dagger released from her hand to the snowy ground behind them. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” This time it was his turn to be held, as she wrapped her arms around his waist, crying onto his shoulder.
Vash was crying too. What happened? He thought, but didn’t ask, knowing he wouldn’t receive an answer at that time. So, the two just sat there, crying in each other’s arms.
“What, the hell, is going on here!” Knives yelled, looking down at the weeping couple.
Vash let go of Meryl, being the first to break the connection. “Honestly…I don’t know…”
Meryl stood up. “I’m very sorry.” She said, her head hanging low.
“It’s okay.” Vash set his hand on her shoulder. He watched as she turned away from him, walking solemnly back to the house.
“What happened, Vash?”
Vash looked back up at his brother. “I told you, I don’t know.” He sighed. “She just…ugh… I told her to practice aiming, so I made myself the target. She missed at first, and then I helped her, so she aimed at me again. I didn’t know that when she was to look up at me she would go haywire.”
Knives raised a brow, giving his brother a look saying “Excuse me?”
“She started shooting at me like crazy, crying and pulling out all of her derringers. She was screaming at me as if I was someone else. Yelling ‘Not again’ and pushing me away.” He looked down at his hands, shaking his head in what seemed to be denial. “She was looking at me in pure fear and hatred.”
Knives nodded, knowing then what had happened. “Vash, tell the spiders to pack, we’re leaving tonight.”
“What?”
“The person who caused this is the same person that wants to kill us.” He glared at Vash’s stunned expression. “Just trust me.”
“What’s wrong with me?” Milly looked down at her hands. I’m seeing the love of my life through his assassin. “And when I don’t…I see him…Knives.” And even he is beginning to give me butterflies.
Milly plastered her smile, hearing a slow, steady knock on her door. “Coming!” She said cheerfully,
Vash stood in the doorway, holding a false grin as well. “Hi!” He half waved at the tall woman, inviting himself in her room. “Guess what! We’re leaving early, so you and the short girl had better get packin’.”
Milly looked at him with her head cocked. “What? Why, Mr. Vash?”
“Well, we’re just wasting time here and besides, the longer we stay here the shorter distance we will be from here later, right?” He held his smile, hoping for it to look true.
“Gosh Mr. Vash, I’m glad that’s all, I thought that something happened again or something.” Milly said. What is it?
Vash sweated nervously. Damn, she’s smart. “Nah, nothin’ happened! Well, I guess you can tell me when you’re done, alright?”
Is it about Meryl? Milly looked at him as he started down the hall. “Would you like me to tell Meryl for you?”
Vash sighed, Thank you for asking. “Yeah, that’d be great! Thanks.” And he continued down the long hallway.
“Meryl?” Milly invited herself into her partner’s room. “We need to pack, Mr. Vash said we are leav-…Meryl what’s wrong!” The moment the tall girl looked down at her friend, she rushed to her side, fearing the worst.
Meryl was hunched over on her bed, slightly rocking back and forth, looking straight ahead at the edge of the bed. She was biting her lip and refused to blink. “I would’ve done it…I would’ve killed him…and I wouldn’t have known…”
Milly’s eyes widened. Kill him? Who? Vash? “Meryl…” The tall woman wrapped her arms around the, what now showed to be, the fragile woman, rocking with her. “You know, you can tell me anything…” She muttered.
Meryl nodded against her friend’s arm. She slowly brought her arm to rest on Milly’s back letting out her sobs without tears. Over the past few weeks, she’d lost them all. All of them had been absorbed in the pillow on her bed at night, or in her clothes as she curled up and cried to herself in the corner of the room. All gone…so she had none left, but plenty of heart wrenching sobs which were muffled by Milly’s strong hug.
“It’s okay…shh…it’s going to be okay.” Milly soothed, holding her tight.
“No…It’s not okay…it won’t be…I tried to kill him…I wanted to…” Meryl wept, clasping handfuls of Milly’s cloak to pull herself closer to her friend. “I wanted to…but not him…not Vash…”
Now Milly was completely confused. Who was “he”? “I know…”
“No you don’t… I don’t…it wasn’t Vash…it was him…”
“Who?” Milly pulled Meryl back to look at her straight in the eyes. “Who was it you wanted to kill.”
She’d said too much. “N-no one…Nevermind.” Meryl wiped her nose, raising up. “Thank you, Milly. And…I’m sorry.”
Milly nodded. “Do you want me to help you pack?”
“Pack?” Meryl raised a brow curiously.
“Mr. Vash said that we are leaving now. I don’t know why.”
“Oh. Well, no, I have it. You go on and pack your stuff.” She smiled lightly, though she knew she couldn’t fool Milly.
Milly just smiled back, however. “I’ve already finished packing.”
“Well, then can you go rent four thomas? I don’t think any of us want to walk for who-knows-how-long.”
Milly nodded. “I’ll be back later then.”
Knives, Meryl, and Vash had been standing outside for over half an hour before Milly had arrived with the thomas. Only two thomas. Her nervous laughter concluded the fact that she was unable to get four, like ordered. “Sorry, Meryl. They didn’t have any more than this.”
Meryl just smiled gratefully. “I guess we can take turns. Knives and Vash, you can go first I guess.”
“That’s okay, Meryl. You can ride.” Vash stated, handing her the reigns of the animal.
Meryl was in no mood to argue, so she accepted his offer by jumping over the sadle.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened. I already know more than my brother does.” Knives looked at the woman riding the thomas next to him.
“Vash…he faded away…and he changed…he looked like…him…” Meryl whispered, afraid that if she said it too loud Vash might hear.
Knives knew exactly who “he” was. . That son of a bitch…what was his name…Howard. “That’s what I was afraid of. Vash told me that when you looked at him, it was of a hatred he’d never seen from anyone. I knew then what you’d seen. And this isn’t your fault. It’s hers.”
Now Meryl was confused. “Milly’s?”
Knives nearly fell off his sadle. “No. The enemy. And I am beginning to get a pretty good idea who she is.”
“Who?”
“I can’t say until I know for sure. Besides, it wouldn’t help even if we did know.”
“Say, Big-Girl.” Vash was looking down at his feet as he walked.
“Hm?” Milly looked up at him, smiling so brightly that her eyes closed. In truth, she’d been thinking earlier as well. About who she saw…and where.
“How long have you known, Meryl?”
“Well gosh, Mr. Vash, I guess since she was about sixteen. She’d just moved over from a few towns away from where I lived. Why?”
“What about her parents. Did you know them?”
Milly thought for a second, her smile fading into an unusual expression. “Come to think of it, no. She said her dad passed away when she was twelve and she didn’t talk much about her mom. Just said that she didn’t live with them anymore and that she’d remarried.”
Vash nodded. “And…has Meryl ever been…uh…married?”
“Gosh no. She didn’t even date as long as I had known her.”
Vash nodded again, now lost in deep thought. So…either it was all just a nightmare, or Meryl was pregnant before she turned sixteen.
“Mr. Vash?”
“Hm?” He looked up at her, a fake smile plastered on his face once again.
“Do you know anything about who is after us?” This time Milly didn’t have a grin on her face, just pure curiosity.
Vash hated to tell her that he didn’t know anything, but it came out anyways, because more than telling her the truth, he hated lying to her. After all, she always looked so innocent.
“If I learn anything knew, I’ll let you know.”
The campfire was beginning to dull, Meryl, Knives, and Vash were asleep. Milly was laying down pretending to be. She couldn’t get her mind off of Knives. Well, Wolfwood really, but Knives, too.
Standing up, the tall woman finally came to the conclusion that she needed some time away from the campgrounds. And from the platinum blonde two bodies away.
As she sad on the cold ground, her sleeping bag wrapped around her like a jacket, she looked at the moons and stars. Every night this had become, what seemed like, a ritual, of looking up at the dark night sky whispering to Nicholas. “Today was…interesting I guess. I just wish I knew what the others were hiding. I know it seems silly, but I feel as though if I knew…maybe I could help them. I don’t know. Maybe it is just my nosiness. Either way…I want to know what is going on.
“I’m scared Nick. I…I saw you today…but… not in a way I would have hoped to see you. I feel like…like I am betraying you. I…I don’t know what to do. I…just need some help.” She sighed, gazing up at the stars.
“Hey, honey…”
That voice…was him. Startled, Milly turned around quickly. It really was him. Nicholas D. Wolfwood was standing behind her, smirking as if he’d always been there.
“Nick…” Tears welled up in her eyes as she stood and looked towards him. Her pace was slow and unsteady at first, still being at shock, but soon enough she had run towards him, jumping into his arms.
Seeing her run towards him, he was slightly stunned. The whole ordeal had surprised him, really. But when she jumped into his arms, slamming her mouth against his as tears streamed down her face…Knives’ eyes widened.
Note: Yeah, didn't I say I wouldn't be able to update this week, but SURPRISE! I know this had its boring parts and it took a while for you to get to the part you were waiting on. But now I have a few things to say.
DARN YOU Vash Luver 1! You weren't supposed to figure that part out! But at least you don't know who the "bad person" is. Hehe...you have noooo idea
Thanks for the support Aine! I have Variety Show tomorrow so wish me luck! Actually all I have is one scene and I walk around. Then I work the curtains in the Tech Crew. By they way, did you know, as of May 9th, we will have known each other for six whole months? Coolness!
Oh and...? --yeah, that was what you put down as your name.--she pulled out a dagger, not agun.
I know you're there AJD262. Luv ya muchly!
Claen'tor- yeah, so itreally isn't her past messin' around with her head. Yeah. TTYL!
Alright, that'severybody. Love you allbig muches! Wish me luck with the Variety Show 2005! This years them is...dum da da dummm... SPECTRUM! Yeah it is going to kick ass! See you guys next week then! Oh yeah...EndOf Course Tests are next week...dammit!
DPA(Pyro)