Disclaimer: Yeah, so what if I don't own Trigun? You don't have to rub it in...

C-E: Ok, this is the beginning of "my story," so to speak. I'm actually surprised that I'm doing this. The RP I did with my friend was so messed up, it scared even me. Brr, ominous chill.. Oh well, if you people don't like it, I'll discontinue it and return work on VP. Enjoy!

Clone

Chapter Two:
Meet Clone

((((Start))))

Two years after the fight between brotherly plants, Knives sits at a small table in his room, staring out the window at the black, star lit sky, desperately trying to ignore his brothers peaceful lectures. Ever since that fight two years ago, Knives couldn't get rid of his beloved brother and something had been bugging him. Like he forgotten something before the fight, but try as he might, he just could not think of it. He shrugged it off like he had for two years. Even if he did forget something, it wouldn't matter after two years.

Two hundred iles from any town lays a broken SEEDs ship, alone aside from the few surrounding sand dunes. If you asked the nearest town's elder, he would tell you an evil man lived there constantly striving to destroy the world. The elder would continueon totell you that the mad man created an awful creature that would rip off your head and suck out your immortal soul for dinner.

If you gained the courage to venture into the bowels of the ship and walked it's many twisting halls, you would eventually come upon one room. In this room, you would find a cryogenics chamber, spilling soft smoke upon the floor. At that very moment, you would see a small kuro-neko walk across the control panel, pressing buttons and turning dials. The glass front of the chamber would open, scaring the neko away and reveal a young women of twenty-six with platinum blonde hair, slightly spiked.

She stepped out of the chamber dressing in a green plug suit. Her cold blue eyes stared at her through the mirror, as she looked down at the black .45 Colt laying on the table next to her. She picked it up, holding it before her face smiling, "I'm coming, father."

Four hundred iles away, Knives shudders...

((End of actual chapter one))

A lone figure wrapped in a weathered travel cloak scours the desert. It comes across alone town two hundred iles fromthe fallen SEEDs ship. The figure walks into the local bar, sitting at the bar and ordering a glass of water whilemany bounty hunters eye the persondrinking the sweating glass of water.

One burly bounty hunter stood up and walked to the figure, "Hey buddy. How could you buy just a glass of water at bar? Hey bartender! Give my friend here a scotch!" he said, draping a massive arm over the delicate shoulders of the stranger.

The figure sent an ice blue sidelong glare at the bounty hunter. "I don't drink alcohol." a falsetto voice growled. The bounty hunter stared at the glaring form and burst out laughing, turning tohis surprised partners. "Well, well. Looks like our friend here is a woman," he laughed, turning back to the woman still drinking her water, "Why didn't you tell us, sweety? I would have gotten you something weaker!" he continued laughing, but was cut short as he was lifted off his barstool.

The woman stood up, running a gloved hand through her short, platinum hair as the bounty hunter's partners drew their weapons on her. "I don't know why you're threatening me. You brought it upon yourself." she said, thrusting a hand at the floating bounty hunter, sending him sailing through the bar's wall and into the street. A multitude of clicks sounded as the woman returned her attention to the partners. She smiled, "So, now you're going to kill me? After seeing how easily I defeated your boss, you think you can land a single bullet on me?"

Gunshots filled the air as smoke slowlyswirled around the room. The men lowered their guns as the smoke cleared, satisfied. They froze as laughing filled the worn bar. "Hehe. You missed." she said, leveling a black gun at the head of one of the men. With one shot, the men noticed their own bullets stuck in mid-air...quite painfully noticed.

The woman replaced the gun to it's holster and walked outside to the entire town patiently waiting. She narrowed her eyes, alert of the shotguns and pitch fork andwas caught off guard as the town brokeout incheers. Yells of "our hero" and "our savior" struck the woman like a semi. They surprised her further as they lifted the baffled woman onto their shoulders and tothe town hall for a celebration.

Knives sat at the kitchen table, simply because Vash wouldn't stop bugging him to eat something for breakfast. He crossed his arms and glared at the table while the satellite rambled on about a town captured by bounty hunters that was recently liberated by an unknown traveler, but that was over five days ago.

Vash put a plate of eggs in front of Knives' glaring eyes that looked up at Vash, scowling. Vash smiled back, "It's good. Trust me Knives. Please?" he pleads, sitting next to his elder brother. "Just one bite, that's all I ask."

Knives growled as he reluctantly picked up the fork, piercing some eggs withthe four prong instrument. Vash jumped and laughed nervously, getting up to answer the soft knock at their front door. Vash opened the door and was instantly thrown outside. Knives bit into the eggs, ignoring the muffled screams and yells of his beloved brother.

Outside, Vash was being held by the collar of his white short-sleeved shirt by Knives... Wait, Knives? "Where's my father?" the girl Knives growled, eyes wide with anger.

Vash whimpered in confusion, "I-I- I don't know what you're talking about." he said as the woman brought him closer to her face.

"You're lying. Where's father?" she yelled at the quivering former gunman.

Knives walked outside, carrying the plate of eggs. "Vash, this stuff is horrible! I can't see how you can-" he was cut off as the cloaked womanlatchedontohim, making the eggs drop.

"Father! Oh father, you won't believe what I went through to get here." she said hugging him tightly. Knives glared at the figure a moment before yelling at it, but something clicked in his mind, that nagging feeling he had for two years. And Knives paled, a expression of utter horror spread itself over his face, like melted butter on a pancake.

Vash marveled at Knives' expression. His brother, the genocidal maniac, went limped and stared into space as this woman continued hugging. Suddenly, Vash noticed something and stood up, walking to his brother and pulling off the happy cloaked figure. He turned to the still Knives and looked him in the eyes. "...You had a daughter and didn't even tell me!?" Vash said, throwing his hands into the air in rage.

Knives snapped out of his trance to glare at Vash. "No, you idiot! I made a clone of myself, just in case I would fail or was wounded beyond repair. But, as you can see, it was a failure." he said, gesturing to the woman Knives sitting on the sandy ground, smiling at him. Knives' eye twitched, failure indeed. "I don't know how you got out, but go back! I have no need for y-" he stopped as the woman produced the black gun and held itto him as if offering it as an sacrifice. Vash froze and Knives took the gun, awestruck. "How-"

"I found it when I woke up. I decided you might need it, so I brought it with me." she said as her welled up with tears. "I'm sorry-sniff- I used a bullet to kill a bunch ofspiders that persistedin pestering me in my mission to bring it to you. sniff sniff. Please don't hurt me! I'll go buy another bullet for you right now." She shot up and ran to the nearest gun shop, leaving behind a dumbstruck Vash and Knives.

Vash snapped back and grabbed to the gun from Knives, running into his room before the elder sibling could process what happened. "VASH! GET BACK HERE WITH MY GUN!" Knives yelled, running up the stairs after his sibling. A muffled "no" came from the door as Knives reached it. "Vash, if you want to live another day, you will give me my gun. It's not my fault you destroyed yours." he said, getting another muffled "no" in response. Knives turned around at a yelp and a thud. He found a box of bullets layingstrewn acrossat the base of the wooden stairs.

He turned back to the room as yells and screamsspilled from it's walls. A few minutes later, the woman opened the door, handing Knives his gun. In the background, Knives saw his beloved brother laying unconscious by a broken chair. He looked back to the woman still wearing the traveling cloak, smiling happily at her accomplishment.

"So," Knives started as he raised an eyebrow at the woman's smile, "what was your name again?"

The girl stared at him a while, happiness swiftly replaced by confusion. "Father, you never gave me a name."

"Hmmm," Knives started, walking back to his room followed by the woman. "You've proved yourself useful so far. Why don't I just call you Clone," a high-pitched squeal came from behind him, "and we'll see if I wan tochange it." he finished, getting caught in another hug.

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you, father! I promise to be the best daughter you've ever had!" Clone said squeezing Knives harder.

"You're the only daughter I have." Knives said through his suffocating coughs.

((((End))))

C-E: Poor Vash. Poor Knives! I don't think I'll make this one a saga. I don't know; it depends on what I feel like.. R&R if you actually like this chapter. I'll write more later and sorry for this chapter being shorter than what I usually write, but it felt right to stop there. Welp, stay tuned(?) for the next Clone!