Nice Guys || GxS ANGST
DISCLAIMER, THE: I own nothing.
Fandom: Gun X Sword
Characters/Pairings: Van/Wendy Garret, with mentions of the Poor Hapless Brunet Guy from Don't
Rating: PG for mentions of violence
Warnings/Random notes: No spoilers whatsoever. Sequel to Don't
Challenge:
30_angsts
He was a nice guy.
The brunet had smiled at her, even talked to her a bit about his life as an armor engineer, and claimed to have seen worse sights than food Van had assaulted with condiments. She had never gotten his name, but he got hers first, overhearing Van say it. Then he had told her that her name reminded him of his older sister.
Wendy looked back.
The skies were tinted red, yellow and orange, and the setting sun cast shadows over the town they had just left. She wondered what they were doing right now...and most of all, if the man was all right. Perhaps since the danger was over, and nobody was hurt (unless the man complained of a bad neck after almost getting strangled), let alone killed, everyone would go on with their lives as though the incident at the tavern had never happened.
Of course, the brunet would never forget the day he was almost killed, but at least he was still alive...or at least, he was when Van and Wendy left.
She shifted around on the rock she was resting on, and thought long and hard about how Van had almost killed a man - a man who had been kind to her, to be exact. At least he had a reason; what if the brunet had really been in cahoots with the Claw? Then again, he claimed to not know anything, and he seemed truthful enough...
"Hey...Wendy?"
His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she finally turned to face Van, who was staring the other way, towards the horizon.
"Huh?"
"You really liked that guy, didn't you?"
Wendy frowned pensively. He was nice, and she liked him, but not that much.
"I'm glad you didn't kill him," she said, preferring to speak to her shoes.
"Oh. Well...he didn't know anything. And it would have been a waste."
They were silent again. Wendy wanted to point out that the man had insisted repeatedly that he knew nothing, but it took a while for Van to get the message; either he was terribly slow, or was just in a terrible mood. She leaned towards the latter.
Still, she couldn't help but smile ever so slightly, knowing that at least he still cared about lives, which was why they had left the brunet guy and everyone else at the tavern unscathed.
"Hey."
"What?" She looked up and faced him again. This time, Van was gazing at his feet.
"What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you cry back there?"
He didn't sound angry; not anymore. This time, he spoke more like a father who had forgotten his children than a man who had watched his fiancée die, which was actually quite interesting.
"I don't know," Wendy answered, shrugging. "I guess...I didn't want to see anyone die..."
Her voice trailed off; she knew and at the same time did not know what to say next. On the other hand, Van simply nodded, now staring up at the multicolored sky.
"I told you, you shouldn't have come."
"But I wanted to. I want to see my brother again. I'm still going with you."
Upon seeing her decided expression, Van chose to hold his tongue, letting out only a long, low sigh. There was no use arguing with Wendy Garret once she had made up her mind; he had learned and relearned that several times. But before she could say something again, he spoke first.
"Listen...I'm sorry. You're right; he is a nice guy."
"But so are you," Wendy couldn't help pointing out with a small smile. "You're Van the Nice Guy, remember?"
The corners of his mouth twitched as though he held back a grin, maybe even a chuckle, or a laugh. "Yeah. I'm Van the Nice Guy. That's a nice name...like Van of the Dawn."
"You already have a lot of names."
"But I don't like all of them."
Wendy couldn't help grinning from ear to ear at this, and when he looked at her, he almost smiled too, but before he shifted back to his usual blank expression, she could have sworn she saw the faintest hint of a nice smile, befitting the nice guy Van truly was.
Fandom: Gun X Sword
Characters/Pairings: Van/Wendy Garret, with mentions of the Poor Hapless Brunet Guy from Don't
Rating: PG for mentions of violence
Warnings/Random notes: No spoilers whatsoever. Sequel to Don't
Challenge:
30_angsts
He was a nice guy.
The brunet had smiled at her, even talked to her a bit about his life as an armor engineer, and claimed to have seen worse sights than food Van had assaulted with condiments. She had never gotten his name, but he got hers first, overhearing Van say it. Then he had told her that her name reminded him of his older sister.
Wendy looked back.
The skies were tinted red, yellow and orange, and the setting sun cast shadows over the town they had just left. She wondered what they were doing right now...and most of all, if the man was all right. Perhaps since the danger was over, and nobody was hurt (unless the man complained of a bad neck after almost getting strangled), let alone killed, everyone would go on with their lives as though the incident at the tavern had never happened.
Of course, the brunet would never forget the day he was almost killed, but at least he was still alive...or at least, he was when Van and Wendy left.
She shifted around on the rock she was resting on, and thought long and hard about how Van had almost killed a man - a man who had been kind to her, to be exact. At least he had a reason; what if the brunet had really been in cahoots with the Claw? Then again, he claimed to not know anything, and he seemed truthful enough...
"Hey...Wendy?"
His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she finally turned to face Van, who was staring the other way, towards the horizon.
"Huh?"
"You really liked that guy, didn't you?"
Wendy frowned pensively. He was nice, and she liked him, but not that much.
"I'm glad you didn't kill him," she said, preferring to speak to her shoes.
"Oh. Well...he didn't know anything. And it would have been a waste."
They were silent again. Wendy wanted to point out that the man had insisted repeatedly that he knew nothing, but it took a while for Van to get the message; either he was terribly slow, or was just in a terrible mood. She leaned towards the latter.
Still, she couldn't help but smile ever so slightly, knowing that at least he still cared about lives, which was why they had left the brunet guy and everyone else at the tavern unscathed.
"Hey."
"What?" She looked up and faced him again. This time, Van was gazing at his feet.
"What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you cry back there?"
He didn't sound angry; not anymore. This time, he spoke more like a father who had forgotten his children than a man who had watched his fiancée die, which was actually quite interesting.
"I don't know," Wendy answered, shrugging. "I guess...I didn't want to see anyone die..."
Her voice trailed off; she knew and at the same time did not know what to say next. On the other hand, Van simply nodded, now staring up at the multicolored sky.
"I told you, you shouldn't have come."
"But I wanted to. I want to see my brother again. I'm still going with you."
Upon seeing her decided expression, Van chose to hold his tongue, letting out only a long, low sigh. There was no use arguing with Wendy Garret once she had made up her mind; he had learned and relearned that several times. But before she could say something again, he spoke first.
"Listen...I'm sorry. You're right; he is a nice guy."
"But so are you," Wendy couldn't help pointing out with a small smile. "You're Van the Nice Guy, remember?"
The corners of his mouth twitched as though he held back a grin, maybe even a chuckle, or a laugh. "Yeah. I'm Van the Nice Guy. That's a nice name...like Van of the Dawn."
"You already have a lot of names."
"But I don't like all of them."
Wendy couldn't help grinning from ear to ear at this, and when he looked at her, he almost smiled too, but before he shifted back to his usual blank expression, she could have sworn she saw the faintest hint of a nice smile, befitting the nice guy Van truly was.