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Btw, first time posting, YAY FIRST CHAPTER, oi, is this feeling in my gutt normal? Nooope must be the spicy stewed donuts I had, I didn't think the name sounded co sure! ~runs off~ btw enjoy!

Awakening



Vash~

It has been a year after the incident with my brother attempting to destroy the human race, and over 30 years since the destruction of July. Yet I can still remember all of it as if it were yesterday. I am Vash, Vash the Stampede or the Humanoid Typhoon, as some have called me in the past. Come to think of it, that reward has never been lifted, that must be the reason every now and then I get a bit of trouble from outlaws or bounty hunters. I've learned to deal with it the same way I always have in the past, with a cheerful smile. Love and Peace will prosper in all affairs.

Knives~

It makes me sick, to see my brother sitting there, smiling to himself about all of this. He thinks its over; that peace and love has won over death and destruction. Look around you brother tell me what you see. If you say a prosperous life you're deeply mistaken, our brethren are being killed before us… destroyed by these humans as they leech off of our siblings' strength and energy, the only thing that keeps them alive, and yet you still fight to save the humans, why?? I don't understand you; don't tell me you've become a traitor! Vash…. My ways are still correct aren't they? To destroy the human race to save our brethren and create our own Eden! …. What's wrong with that? These humans will never learn, they will continue to be greedy and fight, or kill one another, they are truly inferior beings compared to us…. Why save them…. Why!?

~Domino City~ A small home on the outskirts of the town.

A tall lanky man enters the room where Knives had been staying to recuperate. He is described of having tall, spiked, blonde hair and trimmed handsome features. His eyes are lightly hidden behind yellow tinted sunglasses; the pools of green-blue behind the lenses are lightly tinted due to the color. He wears a long red trench coat, which hangs to his ankles, split into five tails to allow movement. Tall black boots, which seem to be laced to him with leather straps, following up to just below his knees. The boots tread is apparently made for any type of rocky or desert like terrain. His left arm appears the same as his boots, laced weirdly with the black leather strapping and missing a sleeve. Where as his right arm is quite normal, with a red sleeve covering down to his wrist, on his hands he wears a pair of black leather gloves. The tails of his coat whip lightly in the warm breeze that enters the room through an open window.

Vash smiles lightly seeing that his brother has finally awoken and has sat up to acknowledge his presence. He lifts a gloved right hand to the side of his face, taking the frame of his sunglasses delicately between his index and thumb, pulling them away. He folds the glasses and slides them easily into the pocket of his trench. His eyes seem to smile seeing that his brother survived and is looking better than the rest of the time he spent recuperating. The past few weeks he's been asleep, in a death like state never wavering from his slumber. He remembers how his brother's breath was very labored and chopped as he breathed in, never seeming to get any better, but today was a good day.

He silently approached his brother's bedside, deep pools of green and blue searching his brother's expression for any complications in breathing or pain that he would not mention verbally. With a glance from the corner of his eyes, he reached out and grasped a chair, sliding it noisily across the floor, to the bedside, and then taking a seat. He smiled cheerily at his brother and said "Well its good to see you're awake finally."

Knives stared blankly at his brother, not fully understanding mortal emotions. As his brother spoke he managed a nod in response. He glanced towards the open window, darkened blue orbs watched as the tattered old curtains waved freely in the warm desert breeze. This planet wasn't completely a waste, sort of beautiful in its own way. He shook his head from this daze, its true in these last few days he had come to realize the beauty of life, and the warmth of human kindness, but that didn't mean he'd succumb to it just yet.

He heaved a slight sigh, releasing it all so as not to bring back those thoughts, but as the breath left his lips pain wrenched up his side. He winced deeply, his face twisting in pain as he lowered a hand to his bandaged side; a bullet wound placed there had made it complicated for breathing, or movement of any kind. He growled slightly at this pain, and the soreness in his shoulder as well, he had a bit more healing to do before he could walk or move around again. Blood started to slowly seep through the bandages, staining them crimson.

He glanced over his wounded body, the blankets covered the wounds taken in his upper thighs, both of them, impairing his ability to walk for the moment, but it would heal soon enough. Both of his shoulders had been shot, relatively in the same spot, also causing complications in moving his arms, but these too would heal in time. Finally a shot wound taken low to his abdomen on the left side. Any normal man would have died with the wounds he'd taken, but he wasn't a normal man, he'd walk away perfectly fine in a few days, with just scars and stiff muscles.

Vash glanced quickly up to his brother's face, then shifted his gaze to his wounded side, brow furrowing with concern for his older sibling. Through all the things Knives did to the people of this planet, and to his life in general, his brother still had the right to live, still had the right to a chance to change his ways. He frowned upon noticing the blood seep through the once white bandages; he should have spared his brother that particular wound. He turned to the small table beside the bed, grasping the handle on the drawer and pulling it out. He reached inside grabbing a roll of bandages and some cleaning solution. He turned back to face his brother and reached out to help him, to change the bandages.

With a growl knives lifted his other hand off the bed, to swipe viciously at Vash's helping hand. Hitting it away and muttering "I don't need your help…. I'm fine." Obviously lying about his condition as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had lost a lot of blood with the shot wounds and it was starting to take effect on him again, he felt a bit light headed and fell back into his pillow, only to stare up at the ceiling with partially closed orbs. His blue eyes became distant as his vision blurred in and out a moment. He furrowed his brow upon feeling his brother fussing over the bandages at his side, but didn't make the move to swat him away again.

He quickly began to pull away the old bandages, and with a frown realized that possibly these wounds were a little more extensive than he had thought. He quickly applied wound cleanser, to which he heard Knives give a gasp of pain followed by an angered growl. With a sigh he continued, dabbing the wound to clear it of dried blood and new blood, then taking new bandages and wrapping him up again. He sat back and watched his brother feeling his pain and feeling bad for wounding him as he did, but at least he was alive. He wondered how he could help his brother, he knew he had lost a lot of blood through the whole ordeal, and he wanted to help his brother heal faster. He thought about it a moment the smiled to himself looking down to his brother. "Hey Knives… do you think you could sit up again for me?"

"What? Why would you want me to do that?" asked Knives weakly.

"C'mon… you want to get out of that bed soon don't you?" said Vash happily.

With a grumble Knives pushed himself to sit up again. Vash smiled slightly and helped his brother to turn and face him, so his legs were hung off the side of the bed. He then gained a serious look on his face as he began to concentrate on the type of power that coursed through his veins. He reached out grabbing his brothers' shoulders. He then lowered his head and closed his eyes, muttering under his breath "give me strength to heal my brother." He pleaded, concentrating on both life forces.

Knives watched his brother curiously wondering in the back of his mind "just exactly what does he think he's doing?" He tilted his head in question, quirking a brow slightly at the one known as Vash. He watched as his brother lifted his head and grew closer to him, closing the gap between them as his forehead touched the others. Before knives had the chance to even thrust himself away, a strong force was drawn into him, a warm wave of energy washed over his body and seemed to force back the pain he was in. It healed him, replenishing his blood supply slowly as they shared contact, his eyes closed as if falling into a dream like state.

Vash opened his eyes and pulled back away from his brother, that's the closest they've ever been in a long time, and it was sort of nice. He sighed slightly and relaxed a bit, releasing his brothers' shoulders. He was feeling a bit fatigued at using his energy but he knew it would pass, and that he no longer had to worry about weather or not his brother would make it, because he knew he would. With a glance back to his now asleep brother he chuckled, gently grasping his brothers' shoulders and setting him back in bed to rest a bit longer. He then stood and left the room to see how Meryle and Millie were doing with their jobs.

As vash exited the home from which they all had been staying in for the past year. A large explosion racked the ground before him, making have to shift his weight to stay upright. He watched down the street as the well erupted with a geyser of crystal clear water. He smiled a bit as the water rained down on a crowd of excited townspeople. He put on his best smile and ran over to them. As he approached the crowd he danced through them, making his way to the very soaked Millie and a smiling Meryle. He was first happily greeted by Millie whom waved and shouted, "Hiya Mister Vash!!"