Ok, I am finally trying to get away from crazy stories. The Kenshin one is
still in progress, so don't have a hemoridge... This one came to me last
night. After poor Legato died.
Rest in Peace, both Wolfwood, and Legato.
And here we go. Its a Knives story mostly. Its AFTER THE SERIES ENDED. And if you like V/M sorry! Cause I really don't!
I named this story from the song, Some Kind of Monster, by Metallica. The Words will play a role later on in the fic. THe rating will prolly go up to.
Disclaimer: I say it once only, I don't own it. But I really wish I did... ^_^ I do own Jak tho.
Some Kind of Monster******Chapter 1*********
Pain shot through every limb in his body as he tried to lift his arm. The muscles stood out, trying to lift it through the pain.
'Damn you Vash, why did you have to go and shoot me?' he thought.
"VASH!" he called out.
No reply.
He grumbled and called out again, mentally. 'VASH! GET IN HERE!'
Vash stumbled through the doorway to see his brother, Knives, trying everything in his power to lift his injured arm.
"What do you want? I was asleep!" Vash whined.
" My nose itches." Knives replied.
"You woke me up for that? I should really hurt you right now." Vash grumbled off, muttering something about those damn itches under his breath.
Knives just sat with his back propped up with some pillows as he stared out the window. He watched as some children ran by, chasing a familiar black cat.
'Damn spiders.' He thought. 'If I wasn't confined to this bed, all those stupid spiders would be so dead right now.'
He continued to ponder in his thoughts. How, just one week ago, Vash had faced him, and came out triuphent. It had hurt Knives' ego beyond repair.
He was healing at a very slow pace, even for a plant. His wounds still hadn't closed up, or even attempted to scab over. With every movement brought pain to his very soul.
Trying once again to lift his arm, he squeaked out in pain. Dropping his arm the three inches he had lifted it, he fell into a deep, painless sleep.
*********************
Vash was irritated that his slumber had been disturbed for an itchy nose, but he knew how much pain he was in.
Standing at the kitchen counter making a bowl of cereal for himself, he felt Knives fall asleep. 'Stupid baka,' Vash thought as he sat down at the table and inhaled his breakfast. Still hungry, he rummaged through the cabinets and found nothing good. 'Fine, I will go into town,' he thought to himself.
Going upstairs to throw on some decent clothes, he ran into the door, making a rather large bump on his forehead.
"Ow, damn door," he grumbled as he threw on a pair of jeans and a old t- shirt. Fixing his floppy hair, he stuck his gun in the back of his pants and took off.
"What if Knives wakes up?" He quickly wrote a little note and stuck it to the wall beside Knives, making sure not to wake him up, then, he finally took off into town to get some doughnuts and stuff.
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She was sitting in the bar. This early in the morning, and she was already in the local bar making a scene. She had taken only one drink of her beer before a guy came up and asked her to do something later. Slamming her glass down, she raised hell about it.
"I DON'T THINK SO BUDDY!" she told him. The guy just looked at her, and turned away.
Winking to his buddies, they all whipped out their guns. All pointed to one target. The girl.
She just kept drinking and eating her meager breakfast. "I wouldn't do that." she said as she continued eating.
"Then you should watch your tongue around men." he replied as the other men snickered.
"Warned you." In a flash, she had laid the other three men out cold, and had a hold of the mans tongue, nearly pulling it from his head, "No, you watch your tongue." She threw him to the ground with a thud.
She picked up her glass and drained the rest of her beer in one swing. Kicking the man in the head as she walked past, she headed out the door, where she plowed straight into a tall man with blonde hair. "Hey! Watch it, I banged my head this morning!" he whined as he sat on the ground and rubbed his head.
"On what? Your wall? Loser." she replied smartly as she got up to walk off. She suddenly stopped as she saw who the man was.
"No, my door," he retaliated as he looked up at his assailant.
"Vash? What the hell are you doing here?" she looked at him, taken aback.
"Jak? That you? Well, you sure have, changed. Got your hair cut. And taller..." he said, amazed.
"Nah, just got really tall boots!" she said as she helped him up. "Whats it been Vash, 30, 40 years?" she asked, looking at him.
Vash looked down and shuffled his feet nervously, "At least, it was right before..." his voice trailed off.
She finished for him, "Right before the July incident."
Vash looked sullen for a moment, before his face changed, and his eyes sparkled again. "I wondered what you were doing now a days."
"She glanced into the bar, "Not a whole lot, just getting into trouble."
"Like always," he said with a laugh. "Listen, I was getting some doughnuts, wanna get some with me?" he asked her.
"You always did like doughnuts. Sure, I will come," Jak said as she giggled along with him.
They sat in the doughnuts shop for at least five hours, catching up on old times. How was the family, what have you been doing, who was your last love, things that old friends talked about.
Finally, the doughnut lady kicked them out because they were laughing so much, they were bugging the costumers.
"Fine, old witch," Jak grumbled as the two stumbled out of the door.
So they just wondered around town, talking, laughing, eating. Bugging old people, acting like they were 15.
Suddenly, at around 5 that night, Vash's face went colorless, and he muttered, "Knives."
"What? What about a knife?"
"No, Knives, he's at home by himself!"
He rushed out of the store they were in and bolted to his house, Jak on his heals.
"Vash! Where are you going?" she pleaded, but he gave no reply. He tried to contact Knives, but he had shut him out.
Suddenly, Vash had a cool voice ringing in his head. 'Vash. Stop, and tell me what is going on.'
So, he stopped. Looking at Jak, he explained how he had left his brother, at home, bedridden, all day. No food, no water, nothing. And he really needed to get back.
"Listen, do you want to come over? That way you won't need to get a hotel or anything," he asked her as he started to walk away.
"Sure," she replied as she took off after him again.
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He was furious. If he could move, he would have personally killed Vash and that spider traveling with him. He could feel them as they got closer to the house. 'Another tramp he has brought in from the streets,' he thought to himself.
There was a crash down stairs, and the pounding of feet as they ran up the steps and to his bedroom. The door opened, and the little broom head poked his face through. Giving Knives a puppy face, he waved meekly.
Knives just glared daggers at him.
"Sorry. I was getting some food, but I met an old friend, and got side tracked." He said as he pushed the door open a little farther.
"A spider, is not worth the friendship, brother." Knives said as he glared out the window, looking at nothing in particular.
Just then, Knives felt another enter the room. Glancing at the form, he stared, and could say nothing. She was a little shorter than Vash, and with shoulder length, dark blue hair. She had on the strangest outfit he had ever seen. A one piece, form fitting, dark green jump suit with little white designs and a white, floor length coat, that she had unzipped to show her jump suit. The jump suit itself had a zipper that she had purposely left halfway unzipped to show off her cleavage.
"Take a picture, it would last longer," she said as she walked closer to the bed.
"Damn spider," he grumbled as he shifted his vision to the window again. "He's not to friendly, is he?" she asked Vash.
Vash just laughed meekly, "Nope, not really. Knives, Ill go get you some food." With that, he left the room.
Jak looked at Knives. 'He's handsome,' she thought as she looked at his sculpted chest and fair skin. Just as soon as she thought that, he glanced over, and she swore he gave a small smile.
But it was short lived. "Get away from me, spider."
She had enough of being called a spider, whatever that meant. She wasn't used to being insulted, and she was going to make sure he didn't do it again. Standing up, she stuck her face straight into his and bared her teeth.
"Whatever that means, you will not call me that again." and with that, she left the room.
He watched her as she left, watching her glide from the room. 'Damn,' he thought.
*****************
A few days had passed, and Jak hadn't set foot into Knives' room since the spider incident. But she was curious what he meant by spider.
"Vash?" she walked up to him.
"Hm?" he said as he wrote a letter to someone.
"Whats it with Knives' and spiders?" she asked.
"He calls humans spiders, he says he wants to rid the world of the spiders all the time. Make an Eden for plants. I think he is crazy, how he is going to do it without Legato is beyond me..." his voice trailed off. Legato's death was still fresh in his mind.
"So, why does he call me a spider? Can't he tell I am a plant?" she asked again.
(AN: Oh yes, she is a plant... bumbumbummmmmmmmm, that's why her and Vash know each other from, oh, 30, 40 years ago...)
"You must be hiding it well if he thinks you are a human. Word to the wise, don't let him know you are a plant. He will try to drag you under. Probably even 'fall in love' with you, just to make little baby Knives'. That would be creepy." Vash said with a laugh.
He finished his letter and addressed it.
"Who is Meryl Strife?" Jak asked curiously.
Vash gave a sign. "She traveled around with me. Its only been a few weeks, but I miss her. A lot."
Jak laughed, then gave Vash a playful shove. "Oh, I see what's going on." She fell onto the couch dramatically and pretended to cry. "You left me for this Meryl girl!" She gave a huge, fake sob, then looked up at Vash's face and burst out laughing. " I was just kidding!" She laughed.
"Ok. Whatever you say. Im going into town. Need some stuff, and to mail this. You coming, or staying with Mr. Happy Pants?" he asked as he motioned up the stairs.
"Ill stay with Mr. Happy Pants, in case you see someone and talk all afternoon again." she laughed.
"Ok, later!" they said in unison.
'I hope they will be ok,' he thought.
***********************
"Ok, buddy, me and you, now, staring contest." she said as she plopped down by Knives' bed.
"Go away, spider." he said.
She had told him once before not to say that. She got into his head, 'I am not a spider. I never will be a spider. Get off the subject.'
Knives looked at her with startled eyes. "How did you do that? Are you, telepathic?"
"Yes, I am. I am also not a spider. I asked Vash what you meant by that." she said as she stood up. "He also told me not to tell you I was a plant. He was afraid you would molest me or something to have little plant kids. But you are stuck to a bed for awhile, so I need not to worry." she said as she started toward the door.
Knives reached out as his body exploded with pain. Grabbing her wrist, he whimpered, "Stop! Why didn't you tell me?"
She looked down at him. Flicking his hand off, she answered with, "Guess I shouldn't have told you. You never would have done that if I were still human to you."
She glared daggers into him, and left without another word.
'It won't work. Not with you the way you are.' Rang out into his head.
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Hmmm, I don't know if I like it that well. I most certinally like the Crazy one better. After writing an insane one, and still in the process, its hard to switch back to lovey-dovey crap. Oh well, I think this one is going down the crapper. Let me know.
R&R ppl. Tell me whatcha think, whatcha like, don't like. Ways to help me out. And if it is a flame, make it constructive. Please. Not a 'I hate it,' then leave. Don't bother reviewing if you put that crap in.
R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R dammit.
Save a horse. Ride a boy.
Nuclear
Rest in Peace, both Wolfwood, and Legato.
And here we go. Its a Knives story mostly. Its AFTER THE SERIES ENDED. And if you like V/M sorry! Cause I really don't!
I named this story from the song, Some Kind of Monster, by Metallica. The Words will play a role later on in the fic. THe rating will prolly go up to.
Disclaimer: I say it once only, I don't own it. But I really wish I did... ^_^ I do own Jak tho.
Some Kind of Monster******Chapter 1*********
Pain shot through every limb in his body as he tried to lift his arm. The muscles stood out, trying to lift it through the pain.
'Damn you Vash, why did you have to go and shoot me?' he thought.
"VASH!" he called out.
No reply.
He grumbled and called out again, mentally. 'VASH! GET IN HERE!'
Vash stumbled through the doorway to see his brother, Knives, trying everything in his power to lift his injured arm.
"What do you want? I was asleep!" Vash whined.
" My nose itches." Knives replied.
"You woke me up for that? I should really hurt you right now." Vash grumbled off, muttering something about those damn itches under his breath.
Knives just sat with his back propped up with some pillows as he stared out the window. He watched as some children ran by, chasing a familiar black cat.
'Damn spiders.' He thought. 'If I wasn't confined to this bed, all those stupid spiders would be so dead right now.'
He continued to ponder in his thoughts. How, just one week ago, Vash had faced him, and came out triuphent. It had hurt Knives' ego beyond repair.
He was healing at a very slow pace, even for a plant. His wounds still hadn't closed up, or even attempted to scab over. With every movement brought pain to his very soul.
Trying once again to lift his arm, he squeaked out in pain. Dropping his arm the three inches he had lifted it, he fell into a deep, painless sleep.
*********************
Vash was irritated that his slumber had been disturbed for an itchy nose, but he knew how much pain he was in.
Standing at the kitchen counter making a bowl of cereal for himself, he felt Knives fall asleep. 'Stupid baka,' Vash thought as he sat down at the table and inhaled his breakfast. Still hungry, he rummaged through the cabinets and found nothing good. 'Fine, I will go into town,' he thought to himself.
Going upstairs to throw on some decent clothes, he ran into the door, making a rather large bump on his forehead.
"Ow, damn door," he grumbled as he threw on a pair of jeans and a old t- shirt. Fixing his floppy hair, he stuck his gun in the back of his pants and took off.
"What if Knives wakes up?" He quickly wrote a little note and stuck it to the wall beside Knives, making sure not to wake him up, then, he finally took off into town to get some doughnuts and stuff.
*********************
She was sitting in the bar. This early in the morning, and she was already in the local bar making a scene. She had taken only one drink of her beer before a guy came up and asked her to do something later. Slamming her glass down, she raised hell about it.
"I DON'T THINK SO BUDDY!" she told him. The guy just looked at her, and turned away.
Winking to his buddies, they all whipped out their guns. All pointed to one target. The girl.
She just kept drinking and eating her meager breakfast. "I wouldn't do that." she said as she continued eating.
"Then you should watch your tongue around men." he replied as the other men snickered.
"Warned you." In a flash, she had laid the other three men out cold, and had a hold of the mans tongue, nearly pulling it from his head, "No, you watch your tongue." She threw him to the ground with a thud.
She picked up her glass and drained the rest of her beer in one swing. Kicking the man in the head as she walked past, she headed out the door, where she plowed straight into a tall man with blonde hair. "Hey! Watch it, I banged my head this morning!" he whined as he sat on the ground and rubbed his head.
"On what? Your wall? Loser." she replied smartly as she got up to walk off. She suddenly stopped as she saw who the man was.
"No, my door," he retaliated as he looked up at his assailant.
"Vash? What the hell are you doing here?" she looked at him, taken aback.
"Jak? That you? Well, you sure have, changed. Got your hair cut. And taller..." he said, amazed.
"Nah, just got really tall boots!" she said as she helped him up. "Whats it been Vash, 30, 40 years?" she asked, looking at him.
Vash looked down and shuffled his feet nervously, "At least, it was right before..." his voice trailed off.
She finished for him, "Right before the July incident."
Vash looked sullen for a moment, before his face changed, and his eyes sparkled again. "I wondered what you were doing now a days."
"She glanced into the bar, "Not a whole lot, just getting into trouble."
"Like always," he said with a laugh. "Listen, I was getting some doughnuts, wanna get some with me?" he asked her.
"You always did like doughnuts. Sure, I will come," Jak said as she giggled along with him.
They sat in the doughnuts shop for at least five hours, catching up on old times. How was the family, what have you been doing, who was your last love, things that old friends talked about.
Finally, the doughnut lady kicked them out because they were laughing so much, they were bugging the costumers.
"Fine, old witch," Jak grumbled as the two stumbled out of the door.
So they just wondered around town, talking, laughing, eating. Bugging old people, acting like they were 15.
Suddenly, at around 5 that night, Vash's face went colorless, and he muttered, "Knives."
"What? What about a knife?"
"No, Knives, he's at home by himself!"
He rushed out of the store they were in and bolted to his house, Jak on his heals.
"Vash! Where are you going?" she pleaded, but he gave no reply. He tried to contact Knives, but he had shut him out.
Suddenly, Vash had a cool voice ringing in his head. 'Vash. Stop, and tell me what is going on.'
So, he stopped. Looking at Jak, he explained how he had left his brother, at home, bedridden, all day. No food, no water, nothing. And he really needed to get back.
"Listen, do you want to come over? That way you won't need to get a hotel or anything," he asked her as he started to walk away.
"Sure," she replied as she took off after him again.
**********************
He was furious. If he could move, he would have personally killed Vash and that spider traveling with him. He could feel them as they got closer to the house. 'Another tramp he has brought in from the streets,' he thought to himself.
There was a crash down stairs, and the pounding of feet as they ran up the steps and to his bedroom. The door opened, and the little broom head poked his face through. Giving Knives a puppy face, he waved meekly.
Knives just glared daggers at him.
"Sorry. I was getting some food, but I met an old friend, and got side tracked." He said as he pushed the door open a little farther.
"A spider, is not worth the friendship, brother." Knives said as he glared out the window, looking at nothing in particular.
Just then, Knives felt another enter the room. Glancing at the form, he stared, and could say nothing. She was a little shorter than Vash, and with shoulder length, dark blue hair. She had on the strangest outfit he had ever seen. A one piece, form fitting, dark green jump suit with little white designs and a white, floor length coat, that she had unzipped to show her jump suit. The jump suit itself had a zipper that she had purposely left halfway unzipped to show off her cleavage.
"Take a picture, it would last longer," she said as she walked closer to the bed.
"Damn spider," he grumbled as he shifted his vision to the window again. "He's not to friendly, is he?" she asked Vash.
Vash just laughed meekly, "Nope, not really. Knives, Ill go get you some food." With that, he left the room.
Jak looked at Knives. 'He's handsome,' she thought as she looked at his sculpted chest and fair skin. Just as soon as she thought that, he glanced over, and she swore he gave a small smile.
But it was short lived. "Get away from me, spider."
She had enough of being called a spider, whatever that meant. She wasn't used to being insulted, and she was going to make sure he didn't do it again. Standing up, she stuck her face straight into his and bared her teeth.
"Whatever that means, you will not call me that again." and with that, she left the room.
He watched her as she left, watching her glide from the room. 'Damn,' he thought.
*****************
A few days had passed, and Jak hadn't set foot into Knives' room since the spider incident. But she was curious what he meant by spider.
"Vash?" she walked up to him.
"Hm?" he said as he wrote a letter to someone.
"Whats it with Knives' and spiders?" she asked.
"He calls humans spiders, he says he wants to rid the world of the spiders all the time. Make an Eden for plants. I think he is crazy, how he is going to do it without Legato is beyond me..." his voice trailed off. Legato's death was still fresh in his mind.
"So, why does he call me a spider? Can't he tell I am a plant?" she asked again.
(AN: Oh yes, she is a plant... bumbumbummmmmmmmm, that's why her and Vash know each other from, oh, 30, 40 years ago...)
"You must be hiding it well if he thinks you are a human. Word to the wise, don't let him know you are a plant. He will try to drag you under. Probably even 'fall in love' with you, just to make little baby Knives'. That would be creepy." Vash said with a laugh.
He finished his letter and addressed it.
"Who is Meryl Strife?" Jak asked curiously.
Vash gave a sign. "She traveled around with me. Its only been a few weeks, but I miss her. A lot."
Jak laughed, then gave Vash a playful shove. "Oh, I see what's going on." She fell onto the couch dramatically and pretended to cry. "You left me for this Meryl girl!" She gave a huge, fake sob, then looked up at Vash's face and burst out laughing. " I was just kidding!" She laughed.
"Ok. Whatever you say. Im going into town. Need some stuff, and to mail this. You coming, or staying with Mr. Happy Pants?" he asked as he motioned up the stairs.
"Ill stay with Mr. Happy Pants, in case you see someone and talk all afternoon again." she laughed.
"Ok, later!" they said in unison.
'I hope they will be ok,' he thought.
***********************
"Ok, buddy, me and you, now, staring contest." she said as she plopped down by Knives' bed.
"Go away, spider." he said.
She had told him once before not to say that. She got into his head, 'I am not a spider. I never will be a spider. Get off the subject.'
Knives looked at her with startled eyes. "How did you do that? Are you, telepathic?"
"Yes, I am. I am also not a spider. I asked Vash what you meant by that." she said as she stood up. "He also told me not to tell you I was a plant. He was afraid you would molest me or something to have little plant kids. But you are stuck to a bed for awhile, so I need not to worry." she said as she started toward the door.
Knives reached out as his body exploded with pain. Grabbing her wrist, he whimpered, "Stop! Why didn't you tell me?"
She looked down at him. Flicking his hand off, she answered with, "Guess I shouldn't have told you. You never would have done that if I were still human to you."
She glared daggers into him, and left without another word.
'It won't work. Not with you the way you are.' Rang out into his head.
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Hmmm, I don't know if I like it that well. I most certinally like the Crazy one better. After writing an insane one, and still in the process, its hard to switch back to lovey-dovey crap. Oh well, I think this one is going down the crapper. Let me know.
R&R ppl. Tell me whatcha think, whatcha like, don't like. Ways to help me out. And if it is a flame, make it constructive. Please. Not a 'I hate it,' then leave. Don't bother reviewing if you put that crap in.
R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R dammit.
Save a horse. Ride a boy.
Nuclear