METEMPSYCHOSIS -Trigun

1.5 - Prolouge 2

(Takes place in Maximum, story will get on after this dw)

When Vash loses his brother and subsequently his left arm, Vash finds it difficult to function in the mornings. He has no direction and doesn't quite have the means to go about his cause as efficiently. Although it's not the end of the world for him, he can always help people so long as he's alive, he thinks. He rises with the second sun and continues his treck to somewhere, doing all he can for the people he encounters.

Vash rises early in the mornings between the two suns, settling to meditate about peace and love for about as long as he can stay focused on it, typically two to ten seconds. When he's finished meditating, he cleans up and gets dressed. He purchases breakfast from wherever is most convenient after leaving wherever he stays and enjoys watching the town or occasional city come to life. If the community he finds himself in is stable enough, Vash enjoys his breakfast and continues on with his day; When he's in poorer towns, however, he finds himself giving it away to the local children or sharing it over a conversation with another hungry person.

Vash finds himself in places like the latter more often than not.

Vash struggles to hold a steady lifestyle, given the nature of his reputation and how people typically treat him, but he makes do.

The morning of the day Vash dies isn't a particularly special one, not compared to the mornings he's spent startled out of sleep by gunshots or attacks. There's nothing special about the day, no anniversaries of particularly tragic deaths or events, no holidays or birthdays. Not even the weather was notable that day.

Vash had risen before either suns could think to do so that day, a surprise given his subtly declining health. It had been over a decade since facing down his brother, and the year of healing in hiding. Well, maybe two decades, even if his face didn't show it.

Vash meditated for a steady two minutes, another surprise for sure, and read the last of the medical thesis a cousin of Milly's wrote. He showered and brushed his teeth before styling his hair and dressing. He plucked his red coat from his wardrobe, foregoing the white he took up in his relatively recent pursuit of medical knowledge.

As the second sun rises, Vash sweeps the floors and dusts before cleaning up some more and settling in the kitchen with a cup of fresh tea and the last chocolate donut from his twenty-four pack.

He sighs at his reflection in the cup. It shouldn't really be a surprise. Not with the stunts he'd pull.

Well, at least he has all his loose ends mostly handled.

The last thing Vash thinks, on the morning he dies, is that it'll be lovely to reconnect with Wolfwood, and all the rest of the people he's lost along the way.

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