The Hidden Chronicles

Hellos! Well here is chapter 2! I'm working hard to get the rest up soon.

Once again, I do not own Trigun and this is not for profit.
other than that....one with the show...er....reading!!!

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*Reesa's POV*


I bubbled the water in my cup with my straw, amusing myself. Vash had bought me a burger which I had already finished. Slowly I was eliminating the remaining fries. Vash, who seemed to have inhaled all his food in five seconds was sitting across from me smiling. "Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can we start over?" He asked. I thought about it for a second. I would have to deal with both him and Nick for a few days, why make it more complicated than it needed to me. I nodded, letting the straw fall from my lips.

"You want to know about my past, huh?"

Vash said nothing, so I took it as a 'yes.'

"It's confusing and fascinating at the same time. How being in a gang and then arriving in the Gung Ho Guns can all happen so fast. 'Multi-shot' comes from the gun I carry and my eye. The gun was custom made by me...." I placed it on the table for visual evidence. “The chamber on the inside splits the bullet into three. 3 for the price of 1 you may say. And my eyes used to be the same color. Until about three years ago. That’s when I met Knives"

Vash gave me a somewhat shocked look but more serious than anything.

"He found me when I was dying in the desert. Apparently the nerves in my right eye were gone...along with my ear...Knives attached the nerves to a scope like you would have on a rifle. Hence the green iris, although it is sort of cool since I can turn it on and off with a spot behind my ear."

I sighed and the part of the story that was the most depressing even though it led to something great.

"As for the other things...they were kinda unavoidable. I needed money to travel. Legato would control my body to do things. Sometimes he'd even keep the money. Then I met Nick and I...well fell in love...for the first time in my life. It seemed like we had always had been a couple when we were together."

I figured that Vash didn't know of Nick's involvement in the Gung Ho Guns as "Chapel" so I had to tweak my story a little.

"Why did you break up?"
"We didn't."
"But he said you were his ex."

It hurt a bit to hear that he had said that but in a way it was true and shouldn't have been surprised.

"He probably said that because the last time we saw each other was two years ago. He went out one day and never came back. I went to look for him and Knives and Legato captured me. I was shot through the right shoulder, which made the right side of my body even shittier, among other things. It never fully healed. The drugs he tested on me after that was like hell on earth. But I never forgot Nick. Not surprised he moved on but I still wanted to see his face again someday, ya know? Until then I drank to help me feel something...even just to numb the pain."

Vash looked like he was gonna cry. "You can't seriously be about to cry...." I said more than asked. He nodded and a few tears escaped his eyes. "You poor girl! Two lovers torn apart by gun violence! So sad!" He whined, making quite the scene. For a moment I thought he was a girl. He sure as hell whined like one.

"But you can change."
"What did you say?"
"You can stop the killing. Stop trying to make your pain go away by drinking and accept it. Stop working for Knives and leave the Guns. Use your skills to protect life. You can return to Wolfwood and you guys can be together again. Only do it with the man you love."

"STOP!"

Vash instantly stopped talking and looked at me. I couldn't stand to hear him lecture me. I knew my past and I knew it all too well. I didn't need to hear it again. Who was he, of all people, to judge me?!

"Don't tell me that it’s that easy to change how I've been. In regards to killing, what choice did I have? It’s my job! I do what I do to get by! I don't need to hear that from the man who single handedly destroyed July, put that huge crater on the moon and plus, probably couldn't get any unless it was a hooker and that's if he's lucky!"

Vash didn't anything. Neither did I since it hit me how much of a scene I just made. Something in his expression caused an odd feeling in me. I think the feeling was guilt, something I hadn't felt for a long time. I felt horrible. Strange, I had said things my whole life without remorse and yet...I felt like I had been too harsh. Vash stood up and looked down at me.

"Vash...I...." It only came as a whisper. My voice refused to go louder.

"You're right. I'm sorry for having bothered you with reliving your past."

And with that he left.

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I sat looking up at the wooden awning. I had absolutely no idea what to do. Should I apologize? Was it wrong to say the things I did?

"Haven't I told you before that frowning don’t suit you?"

I looked up to see Nick standing over me. Luckily and oddly enough, I was sitting outside a Saloon completely sober for once. "I'm sorry." I muttered. He seemed almost shocked that I had said that. "What for?" He asked, taking a seat next to me. "For slapping you earlier." I turned my head to face him. "Well it didn't hurt that bad," he commented, "I shouldn't have expected you to kiss me anyway. It has been two years." I took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to tell him why I was gone. I opened my mouth to speak but he put a finger to it.

"We can settle our stuff tomorrow."
I nodded.
"So where did you go today?"

He pointed to a little house at the edge of town. "There's a kid there who’s very ill there. His mom knew I was a priest and asked me to bless him." I nodded feeling bad for the poor child. Normally situations like that meant "last rights" which meant the child was dying. It was sad.

"Where's Vash?"

I felt my face frown once again. What should I tell him? After a moment, I figured the truth was better than a lie.

"I....said some horrible things to him."
"Such as?"

I sighed before I relayed what I had said to Vash, why, and how (for the first time in my life) I had felt sorry for what I said. Nick just shook his head a little shocked that I felt bad and also with disappointment.

"Sweety, what do you know about Vash's body?"

I thought for a second. "Only what Knives told me. He has a few scars." "A few? Hmph. Listen," he placed his arm around my shoulders, "I think you should go apologize to Vash. God has already forgiven you. Now you'll want Vash too."

I found it funny that he pulled his priest act on me but regardless I nodded. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead and cheek. My face heated up a bit. I nodded once again and stood up. "Tomorrow, come meet me in my room. Its number 4. We have some things to discuss I believe." He smiled. Agreeing with a smile, I turned and ran off to Vash's room.

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I took a few deep breaths before I even reached for the doorknob. I knocked softly. "Vash..." I called. No answer. I turned the knob and surprisingly it was unlocked. I pushed the door open and the sight that met my eyes was one I never could have imagined. Vash was standing near his bed in nothing but sweatpants. That, however, was not what was frightening me. Vash's torso was nothing close to the description Knives had given me.

His scars were huge. He had a large grate over where his heart would be. Numerous stitches, a few bolts, and his metal arm brought me to my knees. That....was inhuman! No....I was inhuman! How could I have been so cruel?! He had been through so much and I probably just added to the pain. Tears stung my eyes until they streamed down my face. My hand went up to my face and wiped my cheeks and looked at the liquid on my hand. I was crying?! I hadn't cried in years...what was wrong with me....


*Vash's POV*


Reesa collapsed on her knees and began to cry. I rushed to her side and placed my hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Reesa. You were right. No girl would want to see this body much less do anything with it." I sighed patting her head. "That's not true!" She yelled looking up at me. I shook my head. I knew she was just saying that. “Yes, it is. You said so yourself." I wiped her tears away.

"I was mad! I didn't mean it, Vash! I don't see why a girl wouldn't wanna....I mean an ace gunman would be a turn on I think. You're such a good person too and like an idiot I couldn't see it. I just saw what Knives beat into me to see."

Part of that little apology replayed in my mind. "Did she just say that being an ace gunman was a turn on?! What the hell?" I thought, although I wish more girls thought like her. My body knew what it wanted at that point but my mind wasn't so sure. My body seemed to get a head start on my brain because the next thing I knew, my lips were locked with hers. Her lips were soft, warm, with a hint of moisture from her tears. She didn't seem to give the kiss a second thought because suddenly it became more passionate. My definition of 'passionate' was more like making out since I hadn't since my body was a teenager and it was only like once. I stood her up with me, not breaking the kiss and pulled her into a warm embrace. Her hands made her way into my hair, her fingers running through it. This was great and all but suddenly a younger version of Reesa and Nick flashed through my mind. Ex's or not....I didn't want this as much as my body did. I finally broke the kiss and looked at her blushing face. "Yup. A cold shower tonight." I sighed mentally, trying to keep the lower half of me under control.

"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Kissing you like that."

She cocked her head to the side a little confused. "I don't understand." She said, "did I do something wrong?" "This is wrong. You are very pretty and any man is lucky to have you but....I don't know....it’s just...you're not mine." I stated scratching my head. Her blush seemed to deepen at 'you're not mine' as she started to bite her fingernail. It was too cute! Almost inhuman and I knew a lot about that but sadly the part of me that was most annoying now was human. "Note to self: install cold shower device in pants." I mentally documented.

"But I'm not anybody's...." She looked back to me. "Nicholas and I....don't date anymore remember? And I'm sure there is someone else now." I started to think to myself. As long as he had been traveling with me since I stopped being "Eriks," he hadn't gotten any to my knowledge. Maybe it was best not to talk on that subject. "Why don't you talk to him?" I asked her.

"I'm sorry."

Now I was confused. "About?" "Earlier. Please forgive me." She bowed. “You don't have to do that you know," I smiled scratching my head, "it’s alright. I forgive you. Forgive me for the kiss?" She seemed even more confused than before but she nodded. "Ok sure. I should let you get dressed and sleep. Once again I'm sorry." She bowed. I smiled and waved my hand basically saying 'it’s ok.' That was a sudden swiftness to leave. Almost seemed like something was suddenly bothering her.

"I see what he meant now..."

I stopped waving and looked at Reesa, who had her back to me as she slowly moved towards the door. "What he meant?" I asked.

"Knives said you were like a virus."

I said nothing.

"I now see why. You have had some rare, nasty side effects on the world but you infect everyone you come into contact with. Before today, I didn't cry. I didn't care what I said and here you are with your love and peace bit and suddenly it’s like I've become ill with kindness."

I was at a loss for words. I was going to attempt to make sentences but she turned to look over her shoulder, her dark hair almost floating as she turned.

"However....just because you can bring out the best in someone does not mean that they are not dangerous. You'll do well to remember that. Good night."

And with that, she left.

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