Trigun: Unwritten Letters 7
I do not own Vash the Stampede, Rem Saverem, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson, Meryl Stryfe, etc: they all belong to the incomparable Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.
It occurs to me that Vash -might- compose letters in his mind as the way that he re-examines his day, unwinds, and learns any lessons he can from it.
This is an attempt to blend the tales in both manga and anime. Anywhere there is contradicting information, the manga's will be used. I use manga dates where they are given. Where dates are not given, I'm using my best guesstimate.
As the various "Unwritten Letters" accumulate, there will be more and more spoilers.
Year 110, month 7 day 11
I did it again.
I helped someone, and mistakenly thought I that could trust him because I'd helped him.
Perhaps I really am an idiot, like so many people call me. It's happened so many times. I really should know better, by now. I don't know why I keep hoping that each new person I help will be different from
Trigun: Search for a Stampede
Post-Manga. Contains spoilers, some from the manga's last chapter.
I do not own Trigun / Vash or Meryl. They belong to the amazing Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.
Search for a Stampede
Year 0148 month 8 day 17
Meryl stood at the railing on the deck of the sand steamer, watching the desert go by. She brushed her graying hair out of her eyes, to better enjoy the view. The second sun was just clearing the horizon, so the sky was still tinted with all the myriad hues that came with a sunrise.
So far, the trip had been boring. The steamer would arrive at May city by late afternoon or evening the day after tomorrow.
Her sources informed her that Tonis was a deputy sheriff in May City. He was one of many boys who'd played with Vash, all those years ago when she and Milly had been following the humanoid typhoon's steps. This made it possible that Tonis might look the other way, if Vash were seen in the area.
Meryl had been in her early twenties, back in the days when she and
Things Vash may have pondered, at least part of the time, as he wandered alone.
Again, I am compelled to run
Out underneath merciless suns
Their hate for me brings endless grief
I know not if I'll find relief
It's me they blame for lost July
So many people then did die
I mourn those lost ones, as do they
My memories have gone away
I know not if I am to blame
The fear I might be causes shame
I will not fight, but run instead
Tonight the sands shall be my bed
So many times, I'm forced to flee
From greed or hatred turned toward me
Cold fear within their eyes does gleam
A monster, to them, I must seem
At least my long legs quickly speed
Out o'er the sands when there is need
Though without warning comes alarm
I can escape, and do no harm
God, You alone the truth do know
And whether I deserve that blow
Of Death that I see in their thought
They'll give to me, if I am caught
Ere I must die, God grant this plea:
That from Knives' cold hostility
The people here shall all be
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