Title: Thinking of You
Author: Jasmine Shigeru
Sumamary: Vash returns after a year of being absent.
Author's Note: Been writing this was a long time.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Trigun nor do I wish I do. This is just for my entertainment and whomever wishes to read it. I am not making any profit from this and do not care to for that matter.
Thinking of You
I still wait for him, the man in the red coat. It has been over a year since he left to face his curse. I cannot lie, I still love him. They call him Vash the Stampede. A name feared by many, for no reason, if... If they have met him.
Yes, he was everything the rumors had proclaimed. He was an excellent shot, tall, blonde, a red coat, the man who destroyed two cities, July and Augusta, the man who blew a hole into the Fifth Moon. He was a womanizer: but he was also compassionate and kind. He didn't want anyone to get hurt or to die. He only used his gun when he needed to and even then he did not shoot to kill. He loved life more than anyone I knew.
Even though Vash wasn't human, he has shown more humanity than anyone on this desert planet. He has lived for over a century and has seen so much pain and yet he still found good in almost everyone he met.
I still wait for him. I love him. I'm not sure if he loves me in return, but I know I will always wait for his return. The tall, spiky haired blonde with aquamarine eyes and a red coat, the man with scars on his entire Vash the Stampede.
"Meryl?" someone asked.
I looked up to see Millie. Millie Thompson was a tall woman with wide, bright, pale blue eyes and long light brown hair. She always acted a little dense, but she has always been the wise one at tough times. I would say she is my best friend. She was my partner on the Vash the Stampede case. That's how we got to know each other.
I noticed her rounded belly and smiled. It had been three months since her son, Mathew Nicholas Thompson, was born and she had not lost all the weight from her pregnancy. The child she believed to be a gift from God. Her lover, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, had died the day after little Mathew's conception. To her Mathew was the last bit Mr. Wolfwood left her. I guess I believe it too. Mr. Wolfwood was a good man.
Millie once told me that he made a promise to her. He siad after things had settled down, he was going to marry her and take her to live at his orphanage. All I could say was I believed he would have.
"You're thinking about Mister Vash again, aren't you?"
I remained silent and looked down at my paper work. We had to return to the main office of the Bernardelli Insurance Agency three month's after he left.
"Ah, Meryl, he will return." she said cheerfully.
I choked on my tears and shook my head, my short black hair moving ever so slightly.
"I'm not so sure of that anymore, Millie," I replied. "It's just been so long."
"Oh, Meryl." She whispered, her usually cheerful eyes saddened by my lack of hope.