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Vash walked down a small dirt road in the middle of the desert, Knives over his shoulder.

"Knives, you need to go on a diet. You're getting to fat. Maybe you should quit eating Meryl's cooking."

Knives was silent. Vash went silent, trying to revive his brother. Knives had ran away, just last week. He had been with Vash and Meryl for at least a couple months, waiting for his wounds to heal.

"My goodness, damn it Knives, you just had to poot didn't you!?" Vash held his nose with one hand trying not to drop Knives, which at this point in time, he was wishing he could do.

The silence grew thick again. The blistering heat was getting to Vash, just a few moments ago he thought he saw a giant donut tumbling like tumbleweed through the desert.

"Knives, you know, this is all your fault. Meryl's mad at me again. I mean just last week she found out she was going to have a son. Then you ran off, Knives, you cause more problems when you are home with me and Meryl than you did when you were trying to kill me."

Knives opened his eyes. "Shut up. Can't you see that I am trying to sleep?"

With that Knives went back to sleep. Vash sighed and quickened his pace. Knives had gotten fatter since he'd been recuperating. "Knives it is time you go on a diet! Once we get back, I'll have Meryl put you on her diet she was on until she found out she was going to a baby. Make you suffer. For all the suffering you put me through since you've been at my house."

Knives kicked Vash with his one good leg that wasn't shot. Knives was tired of being shot by Vash. Why couldn't Vash be nice and not shoot him, maybe he could throw a rock at him, not a boulder, but a pebble. A nice small well rounded pebble.