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Dema	By : Nightwing Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 1670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They left the house late that morning. Dema was silent, thinking about things and perhaps, trying to remember the past. Vash glanced at her, sensing her troubled thoughts. He wished he could do something to brighten her spirits.

"So where exactly is the station? I'm already sick of this desert," Dema said and sighed. "You know, I want to see trees. I can't believe this entire planet is a wasteland. There's got to be at least one blade of grass somewhere."

"I remember seeing a tree and grass once, but that was a long time ago. Get down!"

"But..."

"Just do it!" Vash commanded.

"Well, well, well. The bounty on you is mine, Vash the Stampede," an enormous, muscular man with scruffy black hair said and Dema looked at him.

"You know, you seem a bit confused. This idiot I'm with isn't Vash the Stampede," she said and the man snorted.

"Sticking up for your boyfriend, huh?"

"He is not my boyfriend."

"No, but I'm a really nice guy. Maybe she'll warm up to me. What do you think?" Vash asked and Dema groaned.

"How in the hell did I get stuck with you?"

"Hmm. Well, I have it on good authority that he is Vash the Stampede. What do you think of that?" the stranger asked.

"I think you're crazy. Any idiot can see this can't be Vash the Stampede," Dema said and pointed to Vash. Vash waved hello and Dema rolled his eyes. "You see what I mean?"

"I hate to disagree with you, missy, but I say that is Vash the Stampede."

"He is not."

"He is too."

"Do I get to talk now?" Vash asked and Dema walked up to him.

"Tell him who you are. Do it!" Dema demanded and Vash took a step backwards.

"You don't have to be so hostile. But, since you asked, I am a man of mystery. A man adored by the youth. A man every woman fantasizes about. A man..."

"Geez! I'm sorry I asked. Now do you see what I'm stuck with? There's no way that this is Vash the Stampede."

"Well, you've made your point and I can't disprove it. It must be another guy in a red coat. Besides, this sap doesn't look the womanizing type. Sorry I bothered you. Where are you headed, by the way?" the stranger asked.

"The sand steamer, if there is such a thing," Dema replied.

"Of course there is. The station's on the other side of that sand dune. It's due to arrive in about half an hour."

"Well at least we got some help from him. Imagine, him thinking you're the sixty billion double dollar man. I wonder what he looks like, though," Dema commented as they climbed the sand dune.

"If you knew, would that change the way you see him?" Vash asked.

"I don't know. That must be the station down there. Is it expensive to ride? I don't have a lot of money."

"Well, I was planning on paying your way and getting you some new clothes if you'd let me. The one you have now are looking kind of worn."

"You'd do that for me?"

"As long as I don't get yelled at."

"Thank you!"

She embraced him and Vash flushed. He hesitated putting his arms around her, but she did feel warm and soft pressed close to his body. She glanced up at him and sharply drew away.

"Don't expect something like that as routine," she said and folded her arms.

"Of course not," Vash replied.

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Dema glared at Vash and Vash sighed. They stood in a tiny room on the sandsteamer. There was barely enough room for mice or whatever rodents that were native to the planet, let alone room for two grown people. Vash watched her for a moment then glanced away. If only she wasn't so distrusting of people...

"A single was all I could afford. You needed new clothes," he said as she walked over to the window.

"They didn't have to be so expensive," she said as Vash unpacked the contents of a brown paper bag.

"Those were the ones you looked the best in. We should be leaving soon. Would you like to go on deck and watch?"

"I suppose. This is the first one I've been on. What's that?"

"I went and got some food for us. We're going to be on this for awhile and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry," Vash said as Dema tried to pull down the short, black shirt that she wore.

"I guess I can eat something," Dema said and Vash handed her a wrapped sandwich.

"We can eat on the deck as we watch the steamer leave the station."

"All right. Hey, do you think we'll run into your friend any time soon?"

"My friend?"

"Vash the Stampede. Hey...when you gave me a name when you introduced yourself, why did you say Vash?"

"Come on. It'll be leaving in a few minutes."

Vash took her hand and led her out of the room. He was slightly surprised that she didn't protest but he wasn't complaining. He was beginning to be intrigued by her and wished that she could see him as more than an idiot but he could tell that trust was extremely difficult for her.

"We can sit down and eat. I'll get us a drink. I'll be right back."

She watched him leave and wondered why he avoided her question. It wasn't possible that he was Vash the Stampede, was it?

"Of course not. Not him. He can't possibly be Vash the Stampede. But then again...he did save me and he did dodge the bullets that were being fired at us. If he's not the sixty billion double dollar man, then who is he?" she asked aloud.
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Vash glanced over at Dema for a moment and then picked up the bottle of wine that he had just bought and sighed. She looked beautiful sitting there at the table watching the sand whirl up behind the steamer as it pulled slowly away from the station. She would look much better with long hair, Vash decided as he walked back up to the table she sat at.

"Here you go. I'll pour you a glass," he said as she sat down.

"What is it?" Dema asked as he handed her a glass.

"Wine. It's quite good. Try it."

She raised the glass and took a sip. She then drank a little faster and Vash watched her. Obviously, she had never had alcohol before.

"You'll get sick if you drink too much too fast," he said and she looked at him.

"Oh. I didn't know."

"Moderation is best."

"Thanks. Why are you searching for someone? Are you looking for love?"

"...no."

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to understand. I haven't been around such things for very long. I didn't mean to upset you. Why are you being so nice anyway?"

She stood up and walked over to the rail that marked the edge of the steamer and blinked her eyes. She wished she could remember her past. She wished she knew who or what she was as tears fell glistening to the dry amber sea below.

"You okay?" Vash asked and Dema looked at him.

"Some sand got in my eye," she replied.

"Well, maybe we should go back to the room."

"Maybe we should."
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The city echoed with screams of terror as stone buildings that seemed like modern monoliths crumbled to the ground around her. She was a young child, witnessing the destruction first hand. Dead bodies littered the street around her. She screamed loudly, her voice sounding like a grown woman's instead of a child's.

"Hey, snap out of it," Vash said and Dema looked at him. She was no longer a child. She was full-grown and on a steamer with Vash the Stampede. She blinked her eyes as it all became clear to her. He was the sixty billion double dollar man. He had always been. She had just not seen it before now. It had been the way he looked at her that had erased all doubts of who he was in her mind.

"I'm fine now," Dema said and turned away from him.

"What happened?"

"Please. I don't want to think about it. They call you the Humanoid Typhoon, yet you don't seem the type to cause mass destruction."

"So you've finally accepted the truth."

"What are you actually? If you're not as bad as your reputation, what are you?"

"I don't know. I don't remember much except my early childhood. I just know that I have to take care of something."

"Take care of what?"

"Something that should have been taken care of a long time ago."

The lights flickered for a moment then shut off completely. Dema stared at Vash in terror and Vash narrowed his eyes. Something wasn't right...

"Call me stupid, but I don't think this is supposed to happen," she said and Vash looked at her.

"It wasn't. Something is very wrong."

"Good afternoon passengers. We have just been informed that there is an electrical detonator located somewhere on the steamer. We are currently taking measures to locate and diffuse this bomb. Please be aware that this may cause some delays in reaching our final destination. We apologize for the inconvenience this might have caused any of you and hope you will travel with us in the future," the loudspeaker said. There was silence for a few moments, and then the silence was shattered by complete and utter hysteria.

"If that thing explodes..." Dema said, her voice trailing off as the vague memories of her childhood played in her mind once again. She saw a man, tall with bluish hair. He had done most of the damage to the decrepit city she stood in.

He had dark eyes, she remembered. Dark, unnerving eyes. The eyes turned and gazed at her, death lingering on the edges of his pupils and she remembered being extremely frightened. What happened next, she did not know, for her memory was too clouded at that point in time. What she did remember, however, was that she ended up alone. Alone and unwanted and that knowledge had made her extremely bitter.

"Come on! We've got to find that bomb. Do you know how to diffuse one?" Vash asked and Dema looked at him.

"What makes you think I would know how to do something like that?" Dema asked and Vash shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. I just thought I'd ask."

"Well I don't."

"Okay. What do you know, then?"

"Look, if you want to play the hero, go right ahead. I'll come along but I'm not helping."

"As you wish."

"Don't patronize me, either."

"Let's just go. People's lives are at stake."
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The orphanage was drafty where she and the other children from the village had been taken. The children were cruel to her because she didn't look like everyone else. Her hair color was light while everyone else's was dark. Her ears were narrower too and there was something about her that struck the other children as odd and that unnerved them. She remembered standing underneath a tree and how the plant calmed her. It was almost as if she could hear its thoughts, which was strange for she knew trees were not sentient.

"If you're going to be with me, you've got to keep up," Vash said and Dema looked at him.

"Yes. I don't want to see another destruction like the last one," she said, her voice sounding far away.

"Last one?"

"A few years before I came to the town you took me back to, I saw myself standing in the middle of a massacre. I don't know what happened, but I was unharmed. Some people were still alive, but barely. I offered to help but they called me a demon and some other things and died. When you're the only one standing in a sea of death, you tend to believe what the dying say. I tried to go on with my life and not take heed to their thoughts, but when I reached the town you took me back to, everything fell apart. I just wish that I wasn't such a failure at suicide. My problems would be over if that happened."

"Would it be over just like that? Do you really believe that?"

"I don't know. I just know that I'm sick and tired of being treated the way I have been."

"No one's treating you like that here."

"I know. We need to go this way."

"How do you know?"

"I don't know. I just do. I guess I can hear it or something."

"But would it make a noise if it's electrical?"

"Look, I don't know. Just go this way, will you? This is all I'm going to help with, understand?"

"Yes. I wonder who planted the bomb? If it's diffused, I'm sure that's not going to be the last of our problems."

"It's probably another attempt on your life. What did you do to make so many people want you dead?"

"I don't know."

"I wonder if you caused the massacre that I survived. Do you know a man with blue hair?"

"No, I don't. Why?"

"I remember his face. His eyes especially. He had dark eyes. Eyes that had death on the rims of them..."

She shivered at the memory and Vash watched her. She was hiding a lot of things and Vash could only guess at what they were. He opened his mouth to say something when she turned away from him and began to walk faster.

"Come on. Don't ask my any stupid questions, either. I'm not going to answer them."

"But when are you going to let go of the past and all that it holds?" Vash asked and Dema stopped walking and turned to face him.

"What past? Do you call a few cloudy memories of death a past? I have no past and I sure as hell don't have a future. Why did you have to be nice and rescue me anyway? Why?" she demanded, and then turned away, her breath becoming irregular. Vash watched her for a moment and lowered his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Let's just get going. You want to play the hero, remember?"

Dema's pace slowed and Vash glanced at her. What was wrong now? She glanced nervously around her then looked at Vash.

"We're not alone up here," she said and Vash nodded his head.

"I know. Too bad, huh?" he asked and Dema looked at him.

" I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Well maybe I should explain. I mean when a man feels this way..."

"There's people up here. I don't want to see more die. Let's go back."

"Too late for that missy," a sinister voice said. "Now you've got a choice Vash the Stampede. Either give yourself up or everyone else in this steamer gets blown to smithereens."

"Excuse me, but where's the point in that? If you blow everyone up then you'll be dead too," Dema said and her eyes grew wide when the barrel of a gun was shoved into her mouth.

"Who asked you to talk, missy?" a second voice demanded, the owner of the voice tall with black hair that fell to his shoulders and narrow, evil eyes.

"Now let's not kill needlessly here," the leader said and pulled the gun out of Dema's mouth.

"Kill needlessly? You're willing to blow the entire steamer up if this idiot doesn't give himself up and you're worried about killing needlessly? Where the hell is the logic in that?" Dema asked.

"You've just lost your life, missy."

"Excuse me," Vash said and smacked the leader on the head with the butt of his gun. The leader fell limply to the ground. "It's his own fault for not moving."

"Hey look what he did to the boss! You're gonna die now, jerk!" the second man said and opened fire on him along with five other men.

Vash screamed, grabbed Dema's hand and ran. He wildly dodged the bullets as Dema tried to keep pace with him.

"He'll be fine when he wakes up. He'll just have a little headache! Ahh! Oh why do people always shoot at me? Am I hated that much? It just isn't fair!" Vash cried.

"Would you shut up?" Dema asked.

"Well it's true."

"How can you be the one that everyone wants to kill you if you're such an idiot at times?"

"All right. We need to go back and take care of that bomb," Vash said and Dema looked at him.

"But how? They'll kill us."

"Leave that to me."

"Do I have a choice? No."

"Stay here," Vash said and Dema folded her arms.

"Got no problem with that. Go on and play the hero. You seem to be good at it," Dema said and Vash pushed up his glasses.

"Just doing my job, ma'am."

She sighed in frustration as she watched him leave. Why did she have to end up being stuck with him? She sat on the floor and closed her eyes, desperately trying to remember what she could not remember.

"Why should I care if he gets himself killed? He's entirely too willing to stick his neck out for others. He's a complete idiot and a jerk and if I never see him again wit will be too soon. But, if he does dies, then I'll be all alone. Again. I don't want that. What should I do? I can't help him. I don't have any special abilities and I'm no good with a weapon. What if he needs help? I wish I knew what to do. It's strange, that I want to help him. I've never wanted to help anyone before. I've never had a reason to help anyone before. I'm not exactly sure why I want to help him now, but I do."
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"I hear footsteps," one of the men said and the leader painfully lit a cigarette.

"He's coming back. Well I'm going to be ready for him. You got that bomb disconnected?" he asked and one of the men laughed maniacally.

"Ready and waiting, boss," he replied and the boss grinned viciously.

"Good. Just wait ‘till he rounds that corner then bam! That bastard's gonna be in hell.

"That's gonna be funny to see."

"Sorry but I'm going to have to cancel that. I couldn't allow so many people to die simply for your entertainment. See ya!" Vash cried and ran off.

"Idiot! Why didn't you throw it at him?" the boss demanded and the man in question whimpered in fear.

"'cause I ain't got it. He…he took it from me!" he cried.

"Damn him! He's just asking for it now. This time, I'm pulling out all the stops. I won't be made a fool again!"

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"How do I get rid of this thing? It could go off in my hands. Aah! I never thought of that! Boy, if it did, she'd never like me. Help me someone!" Vash cried then stopped when he reached the edge of the steamer. "Here goes. I've got the guts and personality to get the job done."

With all his might, he threw the bomb overboard then leapt out of the way when the gang appeared behind him in some sort of wagon.

"Boss, we can't stop!!" one screamed as they sailed over the edge of the steamer.

Vash shielded his eyes from the explosion then turned around and walked back into the steamer.

"Gee, I hope they're not too badly burned. They'd be in pain when the sun comes up. Oh well. I hope she's all right. Don't worry miss, I've saved the day. No, that sounds stupid and she already thinks I'm an idiot. Aw man! How can I show her that I'm not a complete fool? I know! With my sex appeal. One look of this face and she can't help but fall for me. That's what I'll do."

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Dema heard footsteps and she cringed in fear. Had they come back for her? Had they killed him? She had heard the explosion and she thought the worst. She glanced up and nearly screamed when she saw Vash right in front of her. He grinned and waved hello and she angrily turned away.

"Hello," he said and she glanced at him sideways.

"I thought you had been killed," she said and Vash shook his head.

"No, not me. I was too quick for them. May I escort you back to your room?"

She glanced at him and noticed the seriousness in his eyes. He did have his moments. If only he wasn't such an idiot at times…She gazed into his green eyes and sighed. There was a warmness there that she had never experienced before. He looked beautiful now, she noticed and she awkwardly turned away. He took her hand and she turned sharply back to face him.

"What do you want?" she demanded

"I'd like to take you back to the room. This is no place for you. You're much too pretty for this place."

He helped her up and she followed him. He put an arm around her waist and she glanced at him. He grinned and she shook his head.

"You are so pathetic," she said.

"I know. Beautiful women are a weakness to me."

"That's not what I was talking about."

"What, then?"

"Forget it."

"Aw…I wanna know. Come on, tell me."

"No."

"Here I am, trying to be so nice to you and you treat me like I'm a dog."

"I wouldn't treat a dog like this. Dogs are cute."

"And I'm not?"

She said nothing and Vash glanced at her. She glanced at him then looked away.

"Once we get there, I'm going to take a shower. You're staying on the other side of the door. Understand?"

"But you might need protection."

"From what?"

"From the unknown."

"No. I can take care of this on my own."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now stop it or I just might jump off this damned steamer to get away from you."

"Hey, I'm not that bad."

"No, you're just highly annoying."

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Dema opened her eyes and glanced down at the floor where Vash slept soundly. She pushed back the blankets and laid her feet on the floor on the other side of the bed. She stood up, glanced at him, and then unbuttoned her nightshirt. She glanced at her chest, which also held the scars of her past and tightly shut her eyes. She took off the shirt and put her old one on. She turned around, stepped over Vash's legs and walked out of the room.

Vash sat up and stared at the closed door. Her scars ran deep, just like his. He felt sympathy for her and wished that he could do something for her. Unlock her heart perhaps, and show her that life wasn't as bad as it seemed.

"But how?" he asked aloud. "She makes it difficult to get the time of day from her. How could I possibly show her that it isn't all bad?"

Dena sat in a chair on the deck of the steamer. She gazed up at the sky and picked up a glass of wine. She had used what little money she had to buy alcohol in hopes of drowning her sorrows in it. She took a sip of the wine and the image of herself as a child standing alone in amongst the dead came into her mind. It was almost as if the entire city had been hit by a tornado…or a typhoon. Typhoon. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate, to picture the actual event of the time. There was, she seemed to remember, a red coat at the site of the massacre. Had it been his?

"If you drink that bottle by yourself, you'll get sick," Vash said as he sat across from her at the table.

"What do you want?" Dema asked. "I'm sorry I woke you when I left."

"You didn't wake me. By the way, how did you get those marks on your back?"

"What?"

"On your back. What did they come from?"

"You lay there and watched me?!"

"I'd like to help you. I'd like to at least provide you some form of comfort."

"I don't want or need your sympathy."

"It's not sympathy. It's a concern, that's all."

"I don't need your concern."

"Wouldn't you like something to take the pain away?"

"Why do you think I spent my money on that bottle? Now give it back."

"Wouldn't you like someone who could show you the joy in life? Someone you could confide in? Someone that would make each day seem worth living?" Vash asked and Dema gazed up at the sky.

"Why would anyone have a reason to care about me? I've never given them any reason to," she replied.

"Have you ever given them reason not to? When I look at you, I see a person who is lost and confused. I also see a lot of pain in your eyes. I wish I could change that."

"Why do you want to change it?"

"Because your scars are more visible than my own."
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It was early in the morning when the steamer pulled into March Town. Dema sleepily opened her eyes and sat up in shock when she heard breathing beside her. She glanced beside her and stared at Vash in shock. What exactly had happened the previous night? She pulled the blanket off of him, wrapped it around her body and walked out of the room.
Vash yawned and sat up. He laid a hand on the bed then, after realizing where he was, turned slowly in hopes of catching a glimpse of Dema. He stared at the empty space beside him and sighed.

"Oh man! She must have seen me and left. I don't know how I ended up here. I hope she's not mad at me. I've really got the feeling that she's the one that I've been searching for, but how can I get on her good side?" he asked as he stood up. He walked out of the room and over to where Dema stood. She looked at him for a moment then turned away.

"Dema, please. I hate to see people suffer. I offered to help you, didn't I? I can't help you if you won't let me."

"I'm sorry. What do you want to know? I might as well drag you into my misery since I've brought you this far," Dema said as she continued to gaze up at the waning night sky.

"What happened to make you so upset?"

"I don't know. I remember standing as a small child in the middle of a dead city, alone and frightened. I lived in an orphanage for awhile after that but then I ran away. Things kept happening there and I was always being blamed for things that I didn't do. Sicknesses and missing spoons and things like that. They placed the blame on me because I was different. I still am. Different, I mean and I still am being blamed for things that I have no control over. They treat me like I'm not human and maybe they're right. It's just not fair. I've never been given a fair chance."

"Life isn't always fair but it doesn't have to be as terrible as you allow it to be. All you need to do is open your heart and your eyes to the light that you've been blinded to."

"Why should I expect you to understand? All you've had is people wanting to kill you. You've never been the only one left standing from an entire city of people, have you? You've never been blamed for things that you had no control over, have you?"

"I'll give you a promise. If you will allow yourself to trust me, then I will show you that we have more in common than you realize."
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Vash sat down at a table and Dema reluctantly sat across from him. They were finally off the steamer and they were at a llocal restaurant for a mprning meal. Vash glanced at Dema and then at the menu that was lying in front of him. A wess ess came up to him and he gazed up at her.

"Hello. I'd like this and this please," he said and the waitress looked at Dema.

"What about you?" she asked and Dema glanced at her.

"Water. I think after I see him shovel it in, I'll lose my appetite," Dema said and Vash glanced at her.

"Am I really that bad?" he asked and Dema looked at him.

"You sure eat like two guys stuck in one body. I'll just stick to water. I'll even take it outside so you can have the entire table, Vash."

"Vash? As in Vash the Stampede?" the waitress asked and Dema looked at her.

"Much as I'd hate to admit it, yes. He's the wanted man."

"Um...can I just get my order please? Oh, and some ketchup too, if you don't mind. Thanks," Vash said and Dema looked at him.

"How can you eat at a time like this?" Dema asked.

"No time is like the present."

"Fine. Look, I'll just go outside and wait for you. It's not like I know my way around here."

"And I do? Come on. Sit down. I promise I won't be that bad, okay? Hey, your hair is growing out. It's looking better with each day," Vash said and Dema flushed.

"...Thanks. Why are you so persistent with me?" she asked and Vash looked at her.

"Because I see a beautiful women underneath all of that pain. A beautiful woman that's just waiting to come out. You're like a caterpillar just waiting to turn into a butterfly."

"Um...okay. Thank you. I think...I think I'll go and wash my face. It feels a little warm in here."

"She's blushing," Vash said to himself as she walked away from him. "I think she's finally letting go of her anger. Good. She needs some peace in her life."

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Dema dried her face and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. He was right. Her hair was longer. She turned away from the mirror and blinked her eyes. Why did she feel overwhelmed with tears? She laid a hand on the bathroom door and opened it. She stopped short at the situation in the restaurant. Vash was surrounded and his hands were held up high. She stared at him for a moment then folded her arms.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked and one of the men turned to face her.

"Me? Well, I was just getting ready to eat when..." Vash said and Dema sighed.

"Not you. These idiots."

"Look miss, why don't you leave while we discuss some things with Mr. Stampede?" the man who had turned to face her asked.

"Right. And you're going to discuss with your guns. This guy doesn't even have a chance."

"And you can make things even?"

"I didn't say that. I just think it's cowardly for you to gang up on someone who's at a disadvantage."

"Cowardly? You little bitch."

"Let me kill her, boss," another man said and Dema glared at him.

"Why are there so many people that want to kill me? I've had about enough of this. I'm not going to take any more. I've experienced it my entire life. No more."

"Fire the gun, damn it!"

The light bulbs in the restaurant burst and Vash's assailants took a nervous step backwards. Dema blinked her eyes then turned around in shock. She had done it again. She didn't know how, but she had done something to the lights again. Her mind flashed back to when the power plant in her town had malfunctioned. Somehow she had been the cause of that. What she had done, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had to get away...

"It...it happened again. Go Vash. Forget about me. Leave while you still have the advantage," Dema said, her voice faltering. Vash heard her footsteps run out the front door and blinked his eyes. What had just happened?

Dema ran through the town, her bright hair a streak of color as she passed the plain stone buildings. She had no idea where she was going in the maze of white and brown but she knew that she was getting away from Vash. There had been one thing about her that she had neglected to tell him and that was the thing that furthered her suspicions that she was not human. One of the main reasons that she was called a demon was because she seemed to have an untamed affinity with electricity. Perhaps that was the reason why she asked about the plant's ability to feel emotions when they had passed it. She stopped running and brought a hand to her back. She held her hand up to her face and gazed at the blood that stained her skin.

She had opened up an old injury with her frantic stride and she was now feeling its pain. She reluctantly leaned her body against the side of a building and gazed up at the sky. She would get through this just like she had done before. She would get through it and she would do it alone. She just couldn't involve him in her life any more. Not that she wanted to in the first place, but now...Now she seemed to hold a different view of him that she could not explain. All she knwe was that she had to go on alone. He had numerous problems of his own to deal with and he shouldn't force himself to worry about her.

She closed her eyes and swore under her breath. The pain was becoming unbearable but she struggled to deal with it. It was just herself now and she was going to have to overcome the scars and wounds of her past.
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Vash trudged through the silent back streets, his mind trying to calculate what had happened in the restaurant. 1: They sat down and he looked over the menu. 2: She asked for water and he had given her a compliment. 3: She had become embarrassed and she want to the restroom to wash her face. 4: He got surrounded. 5: She got upset and by some power increase had burst the lights of the restaurant. By some power increase...Could that have been the reason why she had inquired about the plant's ability to feel emotions? She had already expresher her belief that she was not human but a plant....?

Vash shook his head as he turned down another alley. That idea was foolish. Plants could not survive without Lost Technology. They were, in fact, integrated with the technology. They couldn't survive without it, could they?

He turned another corner and noticed blood spots on the side of one of the whitish buildings. He laid a hand on the mottled stone and drew back. It was still wet. Had she been shot? He struggledremeremember how many bullets had been fired but he could not. He gazed down at the sandy street and noticed that it was also stained in blood. He followed the trail until he came across her, slumped against the wall of another building, the life clearly going out of her eyes.

"Come on, I'll get you taken care of," Vash said softly and Dema gazed up at him.

"I...don't need your help. I'll be fine," she replied and Vash grimly smiled.

"Like it or not, you need my help on this one."
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To have peace without feeling pain...That was the position Dema was currently in. Vash watched her with concern as he tried to determine what he should do. He himself had the capability to heal, but he hesitated to do that, fearing that she would not accept his help. He had failed. He had wanted to protect her, but he could not. Why had he wanted to protect her? He supposed that it was in his nature to protect. Of course, he had also saved her once before...

"She really is beautiful," Vash commented as he pulled the blanket up on her body. "I wish I could reach her. She seems so lost on the inside. But, I guess in a sense, we all are. Pull through this for your sake, please."

Vash gently touched her face then turned down the light by the bed. He then walked over to a chair and sat down. He folded his arms and sighed. It was going to be a terribly long night.
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