Here's my first chapter of my first fanfic ever so be nice but honest. Please review!
Memory Loss
Knives woke up in a semi-dark room, to his left he saw a chair, some one must have watching him. He saw a door to his right. He was thinking of trying to get up and walk to it. He didn't know where he was or for that matter who he was. He tried to pull some memory out of his mind. He thought that if he could only get through the door he might stand a chance of learning something about where he was. He could maybe ask some one if they know who he was. When the door opened.
"Hello brother. You finally woke up I was getting kind of scared. It's been 8 days since our fight. I know you are going to be mad at me but, hear me out; please." Said Vash in a pleading voice.
"Who…who are you and where am I…who am I?" Asked Knives in a very confused voice.
"Oh, dear."
"What do you mean 'Oh dear?'"
"I mean you remember…nothing! Not Lagato, not the Gun ho guns, not…Rem, not even Vash, your brother and enemy."
"What in the world are you talking about? Aren't you my brother?"
"This could be bad." Said Merrill.
"Where' d she come from?" Asked Knives.
"No, actually I think it is kind of good. It will give me time to think, and he's not trying to leave or kill." Said Vash ignoring his brother's question.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Asked Knives worried. Am I some crazed murderer?
"Here drink this." Merrill ordered ignoring Knives. "It will help you heal. Vash sure beat you up out there."
"Well, my body does hurt, ok."
"See he's really not that bad." Said Vash
Knives looked up at him with a questioning face.
"Tell you later Knives. You need to get some rest."
"So, my name is Knives. May I learn yours? After all you are my brother."
"I am Vash."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome. Merrill can you redo his bandages? I'm not very good at that sort of thing."
Neither of them had noticed the girl had left after she had handed Knives the soup.
"I'll have to go find her now. Will you be all right?"
"I will, don't worry."
"Of course I'm going to worry. Bye."
Vash sat on the cliff with the wind blowing his blond, spiky hair. How can he not remember? Nothing. Nothing at all. He remembers nothing, but how, why? I didn't hit him that hard! Did I?
