EdenEvergreen

Things Vash may have pondered, at least part of the time, as he wandered alone. Identity A hundred years, and more, have passed And still I roam, and feel the blast Of desert heat and desert suns And bear the weight of wearing guns My guns I wield but to defend Their lives from any early end I know not how else I may shield The folk whom else Knives would have killed I am not even of their kind Or so claims Knives, from his dark mind My heart tells me it's otherwise I will not pay heed to his lies Though different, I am human still And also "Plant," I will not kill Both kinds, to me, are family I hope, one day, this all will see My year

This is tale is more manga-verse than anime-verse. However, most of it should make sense to anyone who's seen "Rem Saverem" and "Goodbye for Now" or else read through Trigun and the first two chapters of Trigun Maximum volume 1. This story occurs very shortly after the fifth moon acquired a large crater, and portrays Vash recalling [non-canon] events from much earlier in his life. Note: I do not own Vash "the Stampede," Rem Saverem, Grandma Sheryl, Lina, or Millions Knives: they all belong to the incomparable Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow. Spoiler Alert: This brief tale contains some fairly serious spoilers for Trigun Maximum Volume 1, with minor re