Dig for Fire

Dig for Fire

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Dig for Fire

Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun.

She really should have seen this coming.

After working as a Disaster Investigator and following him around for so long, Meryl honestly should have seen this coming. However she, being the naïve woman she was, thought the Humanoid Typhoon had finally calmed down and decided to live a peaceful, simple life with her and Millie.

Boy was she wrong.

The day had started as normal as normal could get in their household. Meryl had gone in to check on the homicidal manic that resided in their upstairs bedroom and had noticed that they were low on medicine and bandages.

If it were up to her, the short woman would have simply ignored the factor and let the egotistical plant die, but that wouldn’t have been a great idea since this certain egotistical plant happened to be the brother of the man she was currently head over heels in-love with. Therefore she sent out to buy more supplies.

What a good person she was.

On her way out though, she was stopped by Vash who wanted to go with her. Of course she agreed and they sent out to the General Convenience Store down the road. The town was buzzing with excitement ever since it had hit water. It gave people hope, something Gunsmoke was dangerously lacking.

Even Mr. Teller, the owner of the small store, was in good spirits. He asked Meryl how her patient was and she was tempted to say, “Oh he’s plotting the end to all humanity but thank god this moron to my left shot him up or else we’d all be in trouble.”

She said he was doing well.

They swam through the ocean of people once again. They were a block away from home when Vash’s head shot up, immediately reminding her of a dog.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Stay here.” He was off like a bullet to a crowd of people. Meryl followed soon afterward and stood in the swarm of nosey neighbors.

“What’s the matter?” she asked a large woman in front of her.

The large woman seemed middle-aged had unruly brown hair that was hidden underneath a bandanna; she seemed very into whatever was happening. “Well dear, it seems there’s some kind of hostage situation over in the Mayor’s office. Around ten or twelve thugs want to take over the town or something like that.”

If Meryl wasn’t holding the bandages she would have rested her head in her hands. Did that man ever think? He didn’t even have his gun anymore, how was he going to take down a dozen ruffians?

“Oh look at that!” exclaimed the woman. “It seems a young man is going to try to fight the thugs! He’s kind of scrawny though, but definitely handsome!”

Meryl felt her heart sink down to her feet. He had taken guys out without his gun before, right? Yes, all those times when she and Millie had first met him he had never used his gun.

But was it all just dumb luck?

“I-I can’t believe it….” The short girl’s attention was instantly brought back to the woman.

“What? What happened?” she tried to look over the crowd but she was too short. Damn her short stature.

“That scrawny young man just took out most of the thugs. I’m not even sure how! It was faster than light!”

Meryl let out a sigh of relief. “He’s okay,”

The woman turned and faced the younger one, “Oh my, is that man your boyfriend?”

Meryl felt her face burn and instantly sputtered, “N-n-no! He’s just my roommate!” The older woman’s eyes twinkled and she gave her the classic Oh-Yeah-Right-You-So-Like-Him look.

The insurance agent looked down at her feet and the woman laughed, “You know dear, you can go in front of me! It must be hard to see anything with your height!” She instantly took Meryl and pushed her in front of herself. “No, that won’t do! You still can’t see a thing can you? We’ll just have to move you up then!” The woman began to push the tiny woman through the crowd. “Excuse us…sorry…the girl can’t see a thing…there we go!”

As embarrassed as Meryl was, she was still happy for the woman’s kindness. She turned around to thank her, but the woman was gone. Her attempt to look for her was cut short when she heard one of the older man yell, “Aw hell would you look at that!” Attention was now back on the fight and she saw Vash stand in front of the office calmly with that dumb lopsided grin as a large man stepped out from the building.

The man was obviously the boss; he was the biggest of the thugs and wielded a huge machine gun. His dark, greasy hair was held back with an elastic hair-tie and he had a cigarette sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He reminded Meryl of some kind of ape the way he trudged out of the office.