REVELATION

REVELATION


(I don’t own Trigun although I’d love to…. Authors note: This story happens between the time Vash left Meryl and Milly to when he finally regains his senses after killing Legato.)


As Meryl offered the man that had collapsed in front of her and Milly a drink from her canteen, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. Then leapt up and twisted her arm behind her back. As she was whipped around she saw that Milly was surrounded as well by several men with guns pointed at her.
Their eyes were strange looking. Blank almost bestial with an unnamed anger glimmering in them, the girls were quickly bound by their silent captors then unceremoniously thrown onto their mounts and led to a distant pinnacle.
At the base they were pulled off and forced to climb a steep rocky path to the top. Bound they stumbled often during the ascent but their captors remained silent as if voiceless. As they got close to the top Meryl could hear two voices arguing, one calm and cool, the other slightly raised. Suddenly there was a shot and one voice cried out a bit then the calm one spoke again. The second voice protested anguishedly.
Hard as she strained she couldn’t make out the words but she knew that anguished voice, as well as she knew her own, it was Vash.
A second shot cracked and Vash cried out again.
They reached the top where a crowd of men in front of them blocked their view of what was happening in the forefront. The two girls were roughly manhandled through the mob..
Meryl scanned the hilltop as she was thrust through and spotted Vash a short distance away. He was sprawled on the ground his gun raised and aimed at a man in a white coat.
She knew immediately that it had to be Legato, it had to be, he matched Vash’s description perfectly. The mysterious man that Vash had told her about, the leader of the Gung Ho Guns. The man no one but Vash had ever seen. He towered over Vash menacingly even though he seemed to be weaponless. A strange mad calm looking smile on his face.
Suddenly Milly was thrown to the ground, distracted from the macabre tableau Meryl called out her friend’s name worriedly. “Milly!”
Then she herself was thrown down beside the taller girl. The strangely silent men gathered around them menacingly blocking her view of Vash and Legato.
One of the mob surrounding them fired a shot into the ground between Milly and Meryl’s head. The dark haired insurance girl jerked a bit in startlement. She glared up at them defiantly and suddenly realized that the eyes that glared down at them weren’t menacing. Instead they were dead and lifeless looking. As if there was nothing, no souls behind them.
That frightened her more than being shot at.
Vash’s voice rose in anguished denial.
The men’s hands began to grasp and pull at the two girls clothing.
Milly screamed. Meryl squealed when one of the men grabbed her blouse ripping it open.
Then the a loud shot rang out.
The men stopped and a dazed look appeared in their eyes. As if they were waking from a dream. Then they suddenly collapsed.

Meryl and Milly with the help of Meryl’s hidden boot knife, managed to free themselves from their bonds. Once free the girls left their captors where they lay after assuring themselves that the men were still alive. The two girls approached Vash warily, know his volatility. He was standing stiff legged like a statue over Legato’s body, his gun still pointing at the other man’s blasted head. Tears streaming from his eyes.
Milly stared in shock, but Meryl walked forward, gently pushed down his arm then took the gun from Vash’s hand.
It was obvious that Vash was in total shock. Until that moment Meryl had always harbored a niggling doubt of the claim that Vash had never killed.
But now she knew it was true.
Vash the Stampede, the dreaded humanoid typhoon, the only person designated as act of God, had never killed anyone before in his over a century of long life.
She gathered the sobbing man in her arms and said, “Go get the thomas’s Milly, we have to get him out of here.”
Milly nodded silently and turned and ran back down the path. Meryl held Vash calming him until his violent racking sobs stopped, then she took his hand and led him away from the body, past the unconscious men and down to where Milly was waiting.
He was silent, moving like a little lost child.
Meryl and Milly managed to get him on a thomas and then began their journey. Meryl knew that they didn’t dare stop at the local town so they took off over the desert. Traveling steadily taking turns holding Vash in the saddle. Stopping to camp only after darkness had fully fallen. Meryl began to tend Vash as Milly set up camp.
The small insurance girl bandaged him. And then settle him into his bedroll. Vash moved mechanically. Like a broken toy.
When the time came to eat, he refused. And that worried Meryl the most of all.
Thankfully, at least, he did drink when a cup was placed against his lips. But was almost completely silent.
But when he did speak it one of two time things, either the single word, “Rem” or the four word sentence, “I did a bad thing.”
Either statement brought a fresh flood of tears from the shattered gunman.

Seeing Vash in such straits made Meryl finally admit the truth to herself.
Seeing him so torn apart and helpless, ripped away the last of her self denial.
She wanted him back the way he had been.
The stupid, funny, infuriating, ingenious, idiotic broomheaded jerk that looked at every pretty woman but her. The man that smiled all the time even if it was painful. The whiney clown that let the children he wrestled with bully and beat him up. The gentle blond man with the sorrowful crystalline aqua green eyes that could make her swoon one minute and nearly curse the next. The pacifist, dead eye gunman that never shot to kill. Vash the Stampede, the man she.., the man she..
Tears started in Meryl’s eyes as she finally realizes the truth within her own heart, a truth that Milly’s eyes had seen so much sooner. The truth that till this moment Meryl had fought against admitting, had denied to herself vehemently every time he looked at another pretty girl.
She was in love with him, it didn’t matter who he was or what he was. Human, plant, or whatever.
She loved Vash the Stampede. The man that sat there like a lost child staring blankly.

As she sat down by the fire close to him, looking at him, her own eyes bright with tears, Milly came over and put her arm around Meryl. “Don’t worry I’m sure Mr. Vash will snap out of it, Meryl.”
Meryl continued staring at Vash. “Oh god Milly I hope so. It’s like he’s locked up inside himself,“ She gulped, suddenly breaking down totally and sobbed into her hands, “I don’t want to lose him, I want him back. I want Vash. Oh Milly how can you stand it?” She looks at Milly with streaming eyes.
Milly’s own are moist with her own sadness. “I just remember how he’d react and it makes me smile through the tears. But don’t worry Vash will be fine he’s very strong he just needs time,” she smiles knowingly at Meryl, “and to know that someone loves him.”
“B-but he can’t hear me and even if he could.., I-I couldn’t tell him, I just couldn‘t!”
Milly slips an arm around her smaller friend, “I know Meryl but you can show him.”
Meryl blinked and stared at Milly, the tall girl just smiled and pushed Meryl towards Vash. Then she got up and moved Meryl’s bed roll next to the unaware gunman's.
So that night Meryl began her vigil of love and that was how the rest of their journey progressed.

Vash seemingly never reacted to anything. As they traveled he would stare unblinkingly into the distance lost in a world inside himself, just as Meryl said.
The events of Legato’s death occurring over and over, inside his mind, as he tried to discover why he had failed to find another answer. Each time he failed he would start to cry again, voicing his heart wrenching words.
During the day Meryl rode behind him holding him in the saddle. Her presences seemed to comfort him on those occasions.
At night she lay beside him watching over him. When his nightmares occurred he would begin to flail about wildly. It was then that she would wrap her arms around him and rock him gently like a small child. Her touch calmed him and then he would cling to her until his grief and sadness seemed to subside.

And so it went worrisome days in the saddle and restless nights. Meryl watching over him and Milly watching Meryl.
Four days later, the small insurance girl was starting to get haggard with lack of sleep herself, when they finally reached a small town. Luckily Milly was able to secure them a place to stay, a small house that had been abandoned by it‘s original owners.
The townsfolk welcomed the two girls and their silent, obviously badly off, injured companion. Luckily Milly quickly got work as a digger for a well project so the town doctor tended Vash’s wounds on credit.
For the first two days Meryl stayed with Vash and rested, recuperating herself then when her strength returned she too got a job. Working as a waitress and accountant at the local bar/restaurant, only leaving for her job after Milly got off work in the evening.
Neither girl was willing to leave Vash alone. Every night when she came home Meryl would sleep in the bed beside him, so if Vash began to have his nightmare, she would be there to comfort him. On the fourth night he seemed to rouse a bit as she cuddled him in her arms after is recurring nightmare. But instead of simply trembling there after his night terror, he seemed to rouse looking at her with glazed half conscious eyes, his arms slipped around her and he buried his face against her neck, snuggling close.

Meryl’s body reacted instinctively to his embrace, before she could stop herself she responded and brushed her lips against his kissing him. Without thought her longing for him took over and she deepened the kiss. He responded, his hands gripping her hungrily, caressing her body. His lips drank hers thirstily, she could feel him reacting too. His manhood rising. She gasped at the size. But his need was growing as was her own.
His lips drank hers thirstily, she responded with equal passion. Then when the kiss broke she whispered softly, “Oh Vash.”

Vash nightmare receded, his dream changed. Rem instead moving away for him as before transformed, replaced by another, a slighter figure with a fringe of dark hair. Stormy gray eyes looked into his as arms slipped around him and holding him gently. Rem’s voice altered too, into a slightly sharper tone, but still as familiar to him as his beloved foster mother’s was. “Oh Vash.”

He murmured her name querulously, “Meryl?”
“Yes Vash.“ She answers cupping his cheek with her hand then reaching up to softly stroke back his hair.

“Meryl?” Vash cannot believe she is in his arms, this has to be yet another dream.
Is Legato manipulating his mind again?
He blinks trying to break the spell but the vision remains before him, the sensation of holding her in his arms remains.
In his need and sorrow he didn’t care anymore. Dream, fantasy or telepathically induced nightmare it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was that he could feel Meryl’s soft hand on his face. Her fingers running through his hair, the way he always imagined. He hesitantly reaches up to touch the dreamt of silkiness of her dark locks.

Vash blinks and his eyes fasten onto her face but his eyes are still glazed his pupils still dilated as if caught in a dream. His hand reaches up to run his fingers through her strands.

“I did a bad thing.” sobbed Vash to his dream love. The woman he wanted more than anything but dared not touch. “How can anyone forgive me?”

“I did a bad thing.” He sobbed, his voice filled with heart wrenching sorrow. “How can anyone forgive me?”
“I can.” Answered Meryl softly. “You did what you had to do.”

The dream in his arms answers him softly, “I can. You did what you had to do.” And then she proved it by kissing him again. He clung to her, swearing that he could feel her in his arms even smell the flowery soap, ink and paper scent that always surrounded her. Even as he told himself that it couldn’t be real.
Vash knew this had to be just another fantasy. Another of his endless dreams of Meryl.
Legato had finally found his weakness. But his need for her was growing, the long deferred hunger for her fragile delicate beauty flared, gripping him against his will.
Spellbound in his dream he moved against her. His hands cupped her sweet breasts, his lips bruising hers with his desire. And as in all his campfire fantasies of her, she responded to his caresses.
He had wanted to do this, ever since she had stood beside him on the sand steamer facing down Neon. And then after when she scolded him like a mother thomas for fighting with such serious wounds. Her courage and feistiness had captured his heart against his better judgement.
If this was one of Legato’s torments then so be it. He would take control of it, release his restraints and have her here at least.

Meryl kissed him and his arms tightened around her, pulling her to him, his manhood pressing hard, stirring insistently against her. He took her breasts in his hands, his lips captured hers. Meryl never stopped to think, Vash needed her, it was all that mattered. It was more than obvious that he wanted her, now. And she would do whatever it took to bring him back to her.
She moved, molding herself to him without a moment's doubt or hesitation.
Even though she had never given herself to anyone before she gave herself to him freely. His hands moved, tangling his fingers in the satin folds of her gown, lifting it and with a tug she undid his sleep pants.

Vash felt her soft body, press against him, his fingers encountered satin of her gown, he grasped it smoothness pulling it from her. He felt her soft hands at his waist relieving him of the last restraint that parted them. Vash pressed against her feeling her moist lips against his heated hardness, then he found her lips and the entrance of her cleft.

Meryl felt him rise against her then he pressed into her. Her own desire had readied herself for him. She cried out softly even as he slipped into her as if not believing she was real. As if she were a soap bubble that might evaporate at his touch.

Vash barely believed it, this he was finally possessing his dream. It didn’t matter any longer whether it was dream or a telepathic fantasy induced by Legato to torment him. All that mattered is that it felt real, she felt real. And Vash only prayed that the illusion would last. He held her gently afraid she would vanish from his arms. But his body knew what his mind was struggling to accept. Moving instinctively he slipped inside her velvet grotto causing her to gasp and stiffen

Meryl stiffened as he entered, her body tensing against the intrusion. Then she relaxed, this is what she wanted. This was Vash. She slipped her arms around his scarred chest and then molded her body to his silently encouraging him to continue.

Vash pressed into to her but suddenly there was another barrier. He paused perplexed, shifted a bit probing this new obstruction. Even in his dreams this had never happened before. Vash had always hoped that someday if he ever dared to claim Meryl as his, he would find that he was the first to have her. But even in his wildest fantasies he had never been balked like this. For Vash in all his years had never encountered the sensation of finding a maidenhead.
He looked down at the dream in his arms and with every movement he made against the barrier she winced ever so slightly. But then she opened her gray eyes, and moved against him as they seemed to tell him to continue.

Meryl felt Vash encounter her virginity. He probed against the fragile tissue stretching it, causing small tremors of discomfort. She opened her eyes and looked up into his still clouded aqua ones, the glazed look seemed to be clearing a bit. She moved beneath him and her eyes pleaded with him to continue.

Vash accepted the message of those soft slate eyes and withdrew slightly then thrust firmly forward. She cried out and then clenched around him clinging to him, her fingers digging into his back. Then Vash slowly begins to pump into her, and the beauty beneath him recovers then begins to respond moving with him to Vash’s delight.

Meryl looked up at the man she finally knew she loved with all her heart and soul. She felt him pull out then waited as Vash thrust forcefully in tearing her delicate tissue asunder. She cried out softly, then tightened reflexively around him as he continued the thrust into her, fully sheathing himself. Then as he began to move against her, the small pain faded and she began to feel the joy and pleasure of having him within her.
Meryl matched his movements with her own, her inner walls began to react pulsating in time with his inward strokes. Her breaths began to come is soft anxious pants.

Vash thrust faster and faster his pleasure growing with each impact into her. She spasmed around him. Dream or not this was the most incredible feeling he had every had in his life. Meryl responding to him could it be real? Could she truly be in his arms?

Together they began to climb the to the heights of pleasure and then finally release! Meryl crying our his name joyously as he filled her with his essence then shuddering with her own climax.

Meryl sighed softly in his arms as Vash collapsed against her then when he fell into a far more natural sleep than he had been having than these last several nights. She extracted herself from his arms and then cleaned up, but knew that she could no longer dare share his bed. She moved to the couch in the adjoining room and slept there the rest of the night.

Then next morning Vash was fully awake startling her as she brought in his breakfast. His eyes were aware again but he was still subdued and strangely distant.
Meryl wondered if he remembered anything of the night before. The thought of what had happened between them made her color with embarrassment.
After a few stuttering words she left him his food, retreating hastily closing the door and leaning against. Her face as red as his coat.

Vash woke to the sound of the door opening, he sat up and looked at Meryl as she enters carrying a tray with sorrow filled eyes, his crime weighing heavily on his spirit.
And Meryl looked the same as before.
So that was it, part of the price he paid for the murder of Legato. In his last moments the telepath must have pressed that last vision on him as he had died to torment and punish Vash with the taste of what he would never have.
At the end, he had almost thought it WAS real, she was in his arms, but it had been just a dream afterall and nothing more. He had imagined it all, Meryl was not the lover he had been with the night before.
But then she started stuttering and blushed. Puzzling him with her flustered seeming actions. She babbled some inanities then quickly gave him the tray and suddenly retreated. Closing the door behind herself.
He cringed insidein realization, that was it then, even she wouldn’t forgive him of the murder. Vash was doomed to be alone again, his fragile dreams of happiness shattered in the sound and smoke of that single shot. Vash screammed his anquish then finally broke down and cried.

But after he had cried himself out, and began to get up to go wash. He discovered a new stranger mystery. He was completely nude, beneath the sheets, even though his sleep pants were tangled in the bed clothes. Vash stopped and stared there benath him was a small patch of blood staining the sheets.

The 60 billion$$ man began to think.