Trigun Fanfic
Trigun © Yasuhiro Nightow * Shonen Gaho-sha * Tokuma Shoten * JVC * Pioneer Entertainment (USA) Inc.
The following fanfiction was written by me (Chiruken) and is intended for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
--Ohayou, My Dear—
Trigun Fanfic Featuring Vash and Meryl. "Pervert!" "Wh-what are you doing in my bed?" "Put some clothes on for God's sake!"
By Chiruken
Chapter 1
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Sitting up with a lazy yawn, Vash the Stampede, the Humanoid Typhoon, mankind's first localized human disaster, a man with a reputation for being one of the worst womanizers of all time, and an outlaw with a sixty billion double dollar bounty on his head blinked his green eyes and rubbed a hand through his messy blond hair. **Ah…another day…** He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath and held it for several seconds before releasing it on an explosive whoosh of air. Reaching up towards the ceiling he stretched until he felt a satisfying pop in his joints. **Morning's are okay…but they're even better with the scent of fresh doughnuts!** He sniffed experimentally and grinned. **Oh yeah…that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!** Agilely jumping out of bed he bounced on the balls of his feet and stretched again.
Turning back to his bed to peer out the window he froze, arms spread out to the sides, green eyes wide with horrified shock. His breath caught in his throat and held, choking him. His face first paled and then turned red as his mouth worked in obvious distress. Finally managing to draw in a breath he closed his eyes, pointed with his cybernetic arm and screamed.
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Meryl Stryfe, sometimes known as Derringer Meryl, sat bolt upright with a wild look in her grey eyes as she reached automatically for her ever present guns. "Wha--?!" She looked around dazedly when she didn't find them in their customary position beneath her pillow. "Huh?" **Th-this isn't my room…** Running a hand through her tangled dark hair she frowned, nibbling on her bottom lip as she stared at the blanket pooled around her waist. Shivering, she became aware that from the waist up she was as naked as the day she was born. "What the--?!" Looking up quickly her eyes widened as she caught sight of the last person she ever thought she'd wake up to. "V-Vash?!" She blinked and stared until it finally registered that he was doing the same thing, only his green gaze was focused a little lower than her face. She looked down and felt her face heat with angry embarrassment. "Pervert!" She jerked the blanket up to her neck and glared daggers at him.
He broke eye contact first to look down, face equally as red as her own. She found her gaze drawn downwards passed his neck to his muscular chest and the horrible scars marring the perfection of his flesh. **He heals so fast…what kind of injuries could have left such terrible scarring?** Instinctively she knew that each of the scars on his body represented a close brush with death, each wound obviously having been life-threatening and if he'd been human he wouldn't be standing before her now dressed in nothing but his all-together. **His all-together?! Oh my gosh! And I called HIM a pervert?!** She jerked her gaze away from him and stared instead at the wall on her right. **I can't believe I just did that!**
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**Was Meryl just…staring at me?** He was immediately overcome with embarrassment. He didn't like people looking at his body…especially women…pretty women…like Meryl. Of course, she didn't **look** disgusted as he'd assumed she would. Then again, this was **Meryl**. She'd already seen him…well, kind of…and she hadn't run from him screaming in horror. On the other hand, maybe she just hid it better than others did. He could feel his face alternating between being flushed with acute embarrassment and pale with another indescribable emotion.
It took several moments for Vash to find his voice and even then it emerged in the barest of whispers as he tried desperately to recover his equilibrium. "Wh-what are you doing in my bed?" **Great going, Vash! That is NOT what you say to a pretty woman upon waking and finding her naked in your bed!**
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Meryl blinked once and then again before opening her mouth only to find that her voice had fled along with her wits. **How do I answer that?!** She stared hard at him, forcibly keeping her gaze locked on his, and wracked her brain to find a suitable explanation. When she couldn't find one she shook her head, small hands clutching the sheet up to her chin. Finally, drawing in a shallow breath which she nearly choked on, she managed to say something. "Put on some clothes, for God's sake!"
As if galvanized by her feeble attempts at speech he bolted for a door off to the side that was partially open. She listened to the unmistakable sounds of rustling cloth and muttered curses and shook her head slowly. It was obvious he was just as flustered as she was, though she got the impression that maybe he wasn't coping nearly as well with the awkward position they now found themselves in. She looked around quickly for her own clothes and spotted them scattered haphazardly around the room in a messy path from the door to the bed. Standing clumsily, she wrapped the blanket around herself and began to frantically gather the items.
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Vash emerged from the small bathroom reluctantly. He didn't want to face Meryl. He didn't know how they'd ended up in the position they were in, but somehow he had a feeling he was going to catch hell for it all the same. He fervently wished that he could just find a nice rock to squirm under and hide until her temper cooled and she didn't want to murder him. **Oh sure, she's calm now, but just wait. Give her a few minutes and she'll want to tear me apart! God, I wish I knew how this happened!**
He didn't dare look at her for fear that she would construe it as being an attempt to catch another peek of her deliciously curved body. **Don't think about that!** He mentally smacked himself…hard. **Idiot! She's already going to want to kill you! Don't make it worse.** He shoved his hands into the pockets of his red trench coat and stared at the floor, anywhere but where his internal compass told him she was situated. He couldn't remember the last time he was so embarrassed. Normally he didn't let things like this bother him, but where Meryl was concerned it was damn near impossible to just pretend nothing had happened…not that he had the foggiest what **had** happened in the first place. **Oh man! Why do things like this keep happening to me?!**
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Meryl bit back a squeal of alarm when he stepped out into the room while she was in the process of fastening her bra. Face reddening to a shade closely resembling his trademark coat she fought to remember to breath. It took only a moment to discover that his gaze was fixed directly on the floor at his feet. Not wasting any time she finished dressing in record time and stood staring at his bowed head noting the look of extreme discomfort on his features.
Clearing her throat, she decided that she may as well take the initiative since he appeared to be content to do a fabulous impression of not knowing how to speak. "Um…Vash?" He didn't look up though his shoulders tensed. "I…um…I think we need to talk." **Talk about understatements!** He nodded mutely but didn't look up. "Vash? Are you all right?" **He seems to be taking this rather…badly.** Sudden tears filled her eyes at his continued silence. "Oh, fine." She marched across the room to the door. "I can take a hint." She reached for the knob, intending to flee as far from him as humanly possible and even went so far as to open the door a couple inches before his palm slammed against it forcing it to close. She blinked and stared and his gloved hand for a moment before slowly turning to face him.
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He stared down at her and slowly closed his hand into a fist against the door. "You're right. We do have to talk. So let's talk." He stepped back and straightened, dropping his hand to his side. "What happened last night?" He was rather proud of the way his voice remained steady and didn't betray the roiling emotions he kept carefully hidden.
She shook her head slowly and crossed her arms over her chest protectively. "I don't know. I was hoping that **you** did." **How can he look so calm?** She tried to ignore the way her stomach was doing flip flops as her pulse sped up under his steady gaze. **Oh man…this was a bad idea…I'm not ready to face him like this!**
He frowned in consideration and looked back towards the bed. "You weren't there when I went to bed last night…" He murmured thoughtfully.
She followed his gaze with a frown of her own. "Well, you weren't there when **I** went to bed. So where does that leave us?"
"Well, obviously someone's having a severe lapse in memory."
"It certainly isn't me!"
"Oh, so I'm the one with the faulty memory now?"
"It must be your age finally catching up with you!"
"What the hell does my age have to do with anything?!"
"Plenty if you're going senile!"
He blinked and stepped back. He drew in a deep, calming breath. "Okay. Getting into a shouting match isn't helping the situation, Meryl." He gestured towards the only chair in the room. "Come on, sit down. Let's try to talk this out calmly, all right?"
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