My Trigun Muses Try To Berak Me
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Category:
+S to Z › Trigun
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,138
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Trigun, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2: The Resulting Fanfic
Title: My Trigun Muses Try To Break Me
Author: Moonwing
Beta: None
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Pairing(s): WolfwoodXVash
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don\'t own \'em. I\'m just playing with them. Soon, that will be be as illegal as Napster, so I\'m making to most of this power.
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\"Thou shall not kill, remember?!? What kind of church man are you?!?\"
Oh, Vash. If you knew what kind of church man I was, you\'d probably kill me on the spot, despite your endless mantras. I\'m the kind of church man that pretends to be your friend, while all the while being part of a twisted man\'s plan.
Pull yourself together, Wolfwood. It\'s not like you\'re doing this on your own free will. They threatened the children. Your children. The children you\'ve worked so hard to protect. And youre not just protecting Vash on Knives\' orders anymore.
Shut up, I tell at myself. Just shut up.
I look at the man sleeping across the room from me. Sunrise will come soon, and he\'ll be up. The poor guy tries so hard to sleep in, but never can. It\'s like his body won\'t let him get any more than he really needs. At least his body lets him sleep.
No, it\'s not my body. My mind. It won\'t turn off. I keep thinking all these things I shouldn\'t. I think about Vash, the girls, the fact that I\'m really not on Knives\' orders anymore. I really /do/ want to keep the chicken shit idiot safe.
You really consider him a friend now, don\'t you? No, not a friend.... More than that.
I had never really thought about a relationship with another man. Hell, I had never really thought about a relationship. I had the church, the children.... What more did I need? I had been happy there. More than happy. Then they found me.... Bastards. But I had been a fool to think that they wouldn\'t. Those poor kids.... If /they/ knew what kind of church man I was.... I pray to God they never do. They\'ve been through enough.
There\'s a faint glow on the horizon now. Vash will up soon. He\'s a grumpy little jerk in the morning. Talk about needing your morning coffee. Actually, morning doughnut, in this case.
I end up smiling to myself at the thought. Vash didn\'t even take crap from Meryl before his morning coffee and doughnuts. Or perhaps he just uses grumpiness as an excuse to ward her off in a sudden surge back-off-bitch.
He\'s starting to stretch under the sheets. Planet Gunsmoke, duck and cover. Vash the Stampede has awoken to you once more.
Author: Moonwing
Beta: None
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Pairing(s): WolfwoodXVash
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don\'t own \'em. I\'m just playing with them. Soon, that will be be as illegal as Napster, so I\'m making to most of this power.
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\"Thou shall not kill, remember?!? What kind of church man are you?!?\"
Oh, Vash. If you knew what kind of church man I was, you\'d probably kill me on the spot, despite your endless mantras. I\'m the kind of church man that pretends to be your friend, while all the while being part of a twisted man\'s plan.
Pull yourself together, Wolfwood. It\'s not like you\'re doing this on your own free will. They threatened the children. Your children. The children you\'ve worked so hard to protect. And youre not just protecting Vash on Knives\' orders anymore.
Shut up, I tell at myself. Just shut up.
I look at the man sleeping across the room from me. Sunrise will come soon, and he\'ll be up. The poor guy tries so hard to sleep in, but never can. It\'s like his body won\'t let him get any more than he really needs. At least his body lets him sleep.
No, it\'s not my body. My mind. It won\'t turn off. I keep thinking all these things I shouldn\'t. I think about Vash, the girls, the fact that I\'m really not on Knives\' orders anymore. I really /do/ want to keep the chicken shit idiot safe.
You really consider him a friend now, don\'t you? No, not a friend.... More than that.
I had never really thought about a relationship with another man. Hell, I had never really thought about a relationship. I had the church, the children.... What more did I need? I had been happy there. More than happy. Then they found me.... Bastards. But I had been a fool to think that they wouldn\'t. Those poor kids.... If /they/ knew what kind of church man I was.... I pray to God they never do. They\'ve been through enough.
There\'s a faint glow on the horizon now. Vash will up soon. He\'s a grumpy little jerk in the morning. Talk about needing your morning coffee. Actually, morning doughnut, in this case.
I end up smiling to myself at the thought. Vash didn\'t even take crap from Meryl before his morning coffee and doughnuts. Or perhaps he just uses grumpiness as an excuse to ward her off in a sudden surge back-off-bitch.
He\'s starting to stretch under the sheets. Planet Gunsmoke, duck and cover. Vash the Stampede has awoken to you once more.