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Days of Our Knives
By: Nanaki BH
With special thanks to Angel Zadiel…
"There's no fighting it, Vash… I know what you want."
Vash struggled feebly underneath Midvalley, ready to whip out "the big guns" if need be. That need seemed to be fast approaching. He flailed, finding it harder and harder to find a way out of this most uncomfortable situation. It soon seemed that he would only escape if he cooperated… or if he delivered a blow below the waistline, but Vash didn't want to fight dirty.
Midvalley finally moved in for the kill… he leaned forward romantically and before he could so much as kiss the air in front of his own face, Vash had his palms firmly placed on his chest, pushing him back. "You can't make me!" He wailed. There was no way he was going down without a fight!
"Sheesh," Midvalley huffed. "You're brother is so much more cooperative."
Vash stared at him, completely incredulous. "…What?"
"Well… most of the time I end up unconscious."
"You call that cooperative?
He grabbed Vash's arms at his chest and pinned them almost painfully at his sides. "He certainly didn't fight me as much as you do!"
Vash fought wildly, but quickly realized it just wasn't worth it anymore. "Fine, but if you don't let me go, I'm going to tell Wolfwood!" The comment delivered the response he wanted. Midvalley flinched away as if hit.
"No," he gasped in shock. "You wouldn't do that!"
Vash glared in evil satisfaction. He knew that now there was no way for Midvalley to crawl out of the grave he'd put him in. There came a knock at the door and Midvalley fell even deeper into devastation. He looked like he was going to cry.
Vash raised a curious eyebrow. "Who's at the door?"
"Hey, Middy! It's me; Wolfwood!"
"You've got to be kidding me," he sighed.
"I'm coming! Just a second!" Midvalley called hurriedly. Vash knew he was in for it as he was advanced upon again, this time being dragged by his feet off the large bed.
His head hit one of the bedposts with a painful thud. "What are you doing!" He should have known, as it was self explanatory as he found himself being shoved under the bed. "Hey!"
From his place under the bed, Vash watched as the door opened and Wolfwood was let inside. Though he knew Wolfwood was his friend, he got the feeling he should sit and watch things unfold for a bit longer. The two were mostly whispering to each other so it was hard to hear, but he understood what was going on. Midvalley didn't want him to come out and ruin his fun. Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the hall. Midvalley and his secret lover parted quick, reluctantly letting their laced fingers slide apart.
Vash scoffed quietly to himself, disgusted easily by their signs of affection. The door was soon to open and in stepped their reason for separation. "Legato," Wolfwood quietly regarded him.
"Yes, hello, Legato," said Midvalley. "What are you doing here in my room so late at night?"
"You know why I'm here, Midvalley. You're hiding him, aren't you?" He tapped his foot softly on the wooden floor. Legato had little patience for Midvalley.
"Hiding who?" Wolfwood questioned; clueless.
"Vash," Legato said simply. "He's under the bed, isn't he?" Midvalley fidgeted uncomfortably. "I knew it." Legato knelt down near the bed's edge and looked under. He grinned and Midvalley, knowing that was his cue, fled the room immediately, dragging a startled Wolfwood behind him.
He helped him out then, generously patting the dust from his shoulders. "Sorry about that. Master's ready to see you now."
Author's Notes: My, this is an odd one. Well, there's definitely more of it… but I really want to write something else right now. Okay, so I'll put this one back for a while. Don't worry; it'll be updated soon enough.
