1Mizzy: And so I bring you my first Trigun fanfic on ! (Applause) Thank you if you're on this page! You're so wonderful and made the right decision by coming here!

Anna: Sure they did...

Tara: Be nice!

Mizzy: I own those two...

Vash: but she doesn't own trigun!

Knives: or I'd be tied to a bed right now if she did...

Mizzy:...shut UP Knives...

Undiscovered Angels

Millions Knives and his brother, Vash the Stampede, stood over the queen-sized bed and watched the two sleepers. They were maybe twenty one year old women with the same features, except the one with a small scar visible on her neck had black hair and the one with a flawless complexion had brilliant blonde hair that was somewhere between the color range of Vash's and Knives'. The black haired one was wearing torn jeans and a button-up white shirt, the first three buttons undone, much to Vash's delight. The blonde, a black skirt and a crimson turtle neck sweater over a white tank top. They both hat golden lockets around their necks. Knives and Vash, being curious, decided to look at the lockets. Inside it read:

Dear Tara,

I love you my Angel...

For the blonde and the black haired girl's said, the same thing except the name was Annaliese.

"What should we say to them when they wake up?" Vash asked curiously making Knives snort, still focusing on the women in HIS bed. Yes, it was his bed. And he hated Vash for making him give it up. Now this human filth was lying in HIS bed, just because he just HAD to save THEM. Let's just say Knives was pretty pissed right now.

"How about I say, 'get out of my bed' and then you proceed to kick them out of the house, dear brother?" Knives inquired, not an ounce of hatred upon his face. Vash sighed in exasperation at his pale blonde brother's attitude. Hell, if Meryl were to walk into this room and see Vash and Knives with two bandaged beautiful women on Knives' bed, it'd be all over. Vash would become reacquainted with the couch.

"Oh shut up, Knives..." he trailed off and wondered what the women would think to see him and his brother looming over them. They'd probably scream, then proceed to try and harm us, dear brother... Vash sighed, once again. "Warn me before you go into my mind, okay? You wouldn't want to pick up any thoughts of Meryl, now, would you?" he smirked. Knives sneered with disgust. The thought of his goofy golden blonde haired brother being with that ignorant spider was sickening. He didn't understand what Vash saw in them. "They're not that bad, brother..."

"To you, Vash, but they have enslaved our sisters... doesn't that make you mad? They are killing them! Think of them killing me!" Knives said in an icy voice, while his dangerous blue eyes glinted.

"That doesn't sound so bad-"

"Vash-"

"We're not having this conversation, Knives..." Vash stopped and walked towards the door, only to turn around as he made it to the frame. "I'm going out to get some more bandages just in case... need anything?"

"Well, spider killer would be nice," Knives smirked, still looking at the girls. Vash smiled and shook his head.

"Sure... just look after them and don't let them escape," he turned, but stopped at his brother's voice once again.

"Keeping them hostage, dear brother?" Knives queried.

"No, Knives... just shut up," Vash answered and left Knives with the two women.

Dream...

"TARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Annaliese screamed as her sister, the only person she ever loved, the only person she ever truly cared for, was shot right in front of her. She heard a wail of grief from the person who had dared to kill her sister and screamed when she saw who it was.

It was her own self. She was standing there, tears streaming down her face as she dropped the silver custom colt .45 to the ground and her knees gave out. She heard herself whisper something, but couldn't understand it.

The scene changed to her dream self in a restaurant smiling at a man, who she couldn't see. Her eyes widened as she realized she was on a date. She would never be on a date, but there in front of her, was herself, crying tears of joy from some that the man had said and now he was wiping them from her face. She couldn't believe this and then- He leaned down to kiss her.

Now she's in a graveyard and she looks around.

"H-hello?" she calls out loud, then hears whimpers from behind her. She sees the silhouette of the man who her other self had been married to. He's leaning over a grave and crying, whispering her name. "Excuse me?" she asked, but was ignored. She looked at the grave and screamed again, like she had been. On the grave there were these simple words:

Annaliese Williams

A beloved sister and a wonderful

butterfly.

The date had been scratched out, but... She had DIED?!?!?!?!?!

Annaliese continues to watch as this mystery man cries at her grave. He loved her. She wondered if she had loved him back. Then she noticed a glint of light.

"Look out!" she yells, but he doesn't hear. There's a gunshot and the crying man falls over, limp. "No... NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Awaken...

The woman named Annaliese shot up in bed at the same time as her supposed sister, Tara, except she screamed. Knives watched, much to his amusement as Tara's eyes started to tear, while Annaliese scanned the room. She wondered where she was and then she looked at Knives. He was quite handsome with his pale blonde hair and cold blue eyes. He was well built too. He wore a white button up long sleeved t-shirt with the first few buttons undone, almost like hers and wore light tan pants with black boots.

"W-where am I? And... who are you?" she asked and Knives just smiled in his own little Maniacal way.

"You are in the town of December and I am," he paused for a moment to create dramatic affect, "Millions Knives..."

-END-

Mizzy: So? Did you like it?

Knives:...dramatic affect?

Vash: I liked it! I mean... who wouldn't? Two pretty girls sleeping in-

Knives: shut up.

Anna: er... uhh... Do they argue often?

Tara: same question...

Mizzy: Well, let's see, Knives is planning the human genocide and Vash is a pacifist... I wonder...

Anna: -.-' don't get sarcastic with me...

Tara: ...

Knives: ...

Vash: ...please don't flame Mizuiro... she'll only take out her anger on us and/or you...

Anna: By the way, Mizzy won't update unless she gets ten reviews from you people.

Tara: so review.