Chapter 1
I watched them fight. Someone had to lose. But I never thought he would. He couldn't.
He was willing to sacrifice everything for nothing if that's what it meant. He was willing to leave me for his vengeance, his passion, anger and rage. It seethed off of him like a bad order. Nothing was going to stop him, not even my love…
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Bliss.Came to mind as I was sitting with Knives and enjoying the red wine he brought along. He told me we had to take care of something before his reign over man could begin. I didn't know he was planning to kill his only brother. I didn't know he was willing to go this low for such greed and power.
I sat, silently and looked up as a figure approached from the distance, closing it between us. There was no mistake in my mind that he was headed for are destination. But something in the back of my mind wanted to believe that he was a random stranger that was lost. Please, god please.
"Don't worry, love," Knives whispered, "This wont take long. Just gotta have a quick chat, and its all done." He looked at me in a way that this was some type of goodbye. But from what? I pondered. "I don't believe you, Knives." I looked on to the stranger that had gotten closer to are quite table. He isn't welcome. Doesn't belong. I turned to him, searching him desperately. "Is there something I should know?" he wouldn't look me in the eye.
I knew right then.
"Hello Knives" From the distance. It was him.
"Hello…brother," his deep voice smoothly replied. He knew this man, as…….brother. brother?
"Did they treat you well dear bother? Did you have fun?" what were they talking about?
He looked up through his bright glasses with amusement in his eyes "I sure did!"
I looked up to get a closer look at this brother of his. He indeed looked much like Knives. His eyes were bright, like a sea of aqua. Even from the distance they shone in the sunlight.
I was lost.
His hair was like slivers of gold, sticking up-individual spikes I thought. He's cute. I thought. Friendly looking. Maybe it was a quick chat after all.
But he had something slung over his shoulder, something that looked a lot like that priest cross. I wondered, why, the cross? The priest, as I understood was no longer alive. And by the hand of the Knives. Chapel.
Deep in thought, I hadn't really noticed the both of them exchanging words. And when I finally did notice, the subject was…..me.
"Who is she? Kinda cute?" he smirked. He stood outside of are small oasis. I felt my face burn with anger and embarrassment. "None of your concern, Vash." He, by listening was agitated as well. "Don't you have someone waiting for you?" he scoffed. "Mind your-."
I stood. Both males focused their attention immediately. I walked toward this creature so much like Knives.
I thought of all the times he cried out, all the times he went crazy. Why was I the left to help close the wounds that were open for 130 years. Pain and suffering. So much of it. When is this going to end, Knives?
I had to be his rock. But I didn't doubt that his twin suffered either. They sabotaged each other relentlessly.
"Stop." He called to me.
"No." I got closer, "I want a better look at him." Kept eye contact, "I want to see him for myself. "
I got close enough that I was standing in his shadow. I looked into his eyes that no longer were shrouded in bright yellow glasses. He looked at me. What has he done to make your eyes so sad? How do you survive this planet? I knew what had to be done.
1 last fight.
1 last battle.
We said no words be we understood each other. Enough to know that they both had to make to decision whether to live or die. I wanted no part in this.
I turned to him. "We have to go, Knives." Nothing good will come of this, he's going to beat you! The ache in my gut was like my sign. Good vs. Evil. So cliché, but so true. This brother of his was going to win. And Knives would be dead. Dead. Could I really- handle him being dead? I wasn't willing to find out. We had to go.