Disclaimer: I have to have a recognizable plot in my stories, so no, me no own.
Dedicated to Hustino, because we've been on rocky ground lately. Cheers, sexy!
-Graffitti-
People bothered him.
More than that. They pissed him off. Especially Rem with her idealistic concepts.
Rem was stupid. The captain was stupid; the mate was too. They were all stupid. Even Vash.
Vash. What a naive, snivelling baby. Rem cut Vash's hair and everyone said it looked cute on him. He cut HIS hair, and everyone gave him funny looks.
He wished those stupid creatures would die. Except for Vash. He would enjoy watching Vash suffer; relish in his misery.
Those fools' time h martyrdom; he called it not good enough.
As soon as the pod crashed into the barren rock, he and Vash seperated. For iles, there was nothing but sand, sand, and more fucking sand. Right off, he despised this planet.
But if Vash stayed here, then so would he. For every meaningless life Vash tried to save, he would kill another.
A crazed grin spread across Knives's face. They would meet again, and Vash would suffer most horribly.
His deceptively innocent mouth gave vent to peals of awful, demented laughter.