Wow...I really haven't posted anything in a while. I've verted mostly to fictions about my roleplays with others. This one, however, was a thought I had. I was reading a fiction about Vash reading to Knives, but I couldn't shake the image of on the SEEDS ship, Knives reading to Vash. Thus this story was born. It's written in 1st person of Knives' POV. Well, this has been Kou. Over and out.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction is a disclaimer in itself, isn't it?
Noises? I hear noises. Cries. Vash? I walk into our room and see a lump under the covers. Vash...He takes the cover off of his head and stares at me. He's been crying. His eyes are red and his cheeks tear-stained. He calls me over and I obey.
We sit on the bed and he leans against me, seeking comfort. I don't have to ask. I know what's wrong. Steve has hurt him again. He yawns and I know he is tired. Worn out from crying. He calls up at me and I look down at him. Knives. I love my name.
Vash. He wants a story. I tell him to retrieve one from the shelves. He does so and snuggles into bed and under the covers. I smile. He cuddles up to me. He lays his head in my lap as I sit up and read the story.
Sometimes I wonder if he pays attention or he just likes to hear me speak. My voice seems to calm him down. I smile. I read to him through every page. Word by word. Line by line. He wants to hear it again. I comply.
He's asleep now. I had to read it five times. I don't mind, though. Anything for Vash. His breathing is soft and it's almost hard to hear him. I like to hear my brother sleep. I love to hear him speak. It lets me know he's alive.
I managed to move him without waking him up. We cuddle together under the cloth. It's warm. I promise to always protect Vash, no matter what. A small wimper in his sleep. I kiss his forehead and it goes away. I close my eyes for sleep. Even in slumber, I watch out for him.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction is a disclaimer in itself, isn't it?
Noises? I hear noises. Cries. Vash? I walk into our room and see a lump under the covers. Vash...He takes the cover off of his head and stares at me. He's been crying. His eyes are red and his cheeks tear-stained. He calls me over and I obey.
We sit on the bed and he leans against me, seeking comfort. I don't have to ask. I know what's wrong. Steve has hurt him again. He yawns and I know he is tired. Worn out from crying. He calls up at me and I look down at him. Knives. I love my name.
Vash. He wants a story. I tell him to retrieve one from the shelves. He does so and snuggles into bed and under the covers. I smile. He cuddles up to me. He lays his head in my lap as I sit up and read the story.
Sometimes I wonder if he pays attention or he just likes to hear me speak. My voice seems to calm him down. I smile. I read to him through every page. Word by word. Line by line. He wants to hear it again. I comply.
He's asleep now. I had to read it five times. I don't mind, though. Anything for Vash. His breathing is soft and it's almost hard to hear him. I like to hear my brother sleep. I love to hear him speak. It lets me know he's alive.
I managed to move him without waking him up. We cuddle together under the cloth. It's warm. I promise to always protect Vash, no matter what. A small wimper in his sleep. I kiss his forehead and it goes away. I close my eyes for sleep. Even in slumber, I watch out for him.
