Disclaimer: I've never owned Trigun but I would like it for my birthday…

C-E: Yes, the next chapter of Clone is finally up. Once again, I apologize for my lack of updating and all that other stuff. That is if anyone besides that one person of whom shall go nameless, reads this anymore.. If not, then I'd like to say one thing………. BUTTSEX! Ha! I win.

Clone Season 2

Chapter 14:
When Things Fall Apart…

((((Start))))

((At the "House"))

Clone stared at the empty room that oh-so-recently housed her beloved father. Meryl stood behind the tall plant-clone as Clone felt her eyes well up with tears. She took two steps into the room and fell to her knees cupping her gloved hands around her face to hide her tears.

Meryl walked to Clone's hunched back and laid a hand on her quivering shoulder, "Clone…" she whispered.

Clone stood up and brushed Meryl's hand from her shoulder, "FOOL! I'm not crying for remorse of my Father leaving me! I'm overwhelmed with happiness that Father has left me his room in his journey to eradicate the human race from our perfect world! MWUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOW! LEAVE ME IN PEACE WITH MY NEW ROOM!" she yelled with her arms crossed and her eyes glaring at the suddenly dark and twitching Meryl.

((10 Minutes Later…))

"Cool! I get this totally awesome room!" Vashina said, beaming at Knives' old room while Vash stood behind her with a similar beam of happiness. He walked up to Vashina as she opened the window and looked at the barren view and waved down at Legato.

"I know what you mean! I thought Meryl was going to give it to Clone. But she just walked into the kitchen and started ranting something about Clone sleeping in the hall closet. So, I thought, 'Hey! Why not give it to my semi-daughter, Vashina!'"

Vashina spun around hugged Vash just as Wolfwood walked by, completely unaware of the family bonding. Instead, the priest walked down the hall to where a calamity had welled up, and wherever there was calamity there was bound to be a reason for him to smoke. He stopped behind Milly and looked over her shoulder and chuckled.

"I am NOT sleeping in a closet!" Clone yelled to the shorter and grumpier Meryl. The raven-haired women stepped up to Clone and shoved a delicate finger in her face.

"You will and you'll like it," she growled with narrowed eyes. Clone glared back thinking this through.

Wolfwood growled, walked around Milly, shoved Clone into the closet, and threw the door shut. He then pulled a gun from his jacket and shot the lock, replaced the gun with a cigarette and started down the hall, "Oh no. The lock broke. Whatever shall we do?" he droned as he lit the bent cig.

Milly ran after him as the priest walked outside. "Nick, that's was a very mean thing to do to Ms. Clone!"

Wolfwood shrugged and hooked Milly around her waist with his arm. "Since when did you start callin' me Nick?" he asked with a playful grin that made Milly blush as she glanced at Legato opposite them, staring into the horizon.

"Well, I thought that we knew each other long enough so…." her voice faded into the distance as he focused on the dark line of the afternoon horizon. He searched for Knives' voice. Something to tell him his master needed him. ANY reason to get away from this house.

He sighed as his mind wondered to the fly that just appeared. He waved it away and walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and searching for his stash of food. Apparently, Tuesday's were not his day. He growled and stood up walking to the cabinets and looking for his reserve secret stash of food.

SLAM! If you saw Legato's face at that time, you would have never thought he was angry. Well, unless you saw him slam the cabinet door and cuss under his breath. He glared at kitchen doorway. Didrean and Amy (Legetta) sat on the couch whispering to each other. Legato growled. Without his food, he couldn't read minds efficiently and he was getting headache. Time for sleepy.

He trudged up the stairs, not noticing the girls fall silent as he walked by, and practically crawled to his room, close the door and fall on the bed. "Myaaan" He opened his eyes to see a black cat swishing its tail and staring at him with those creepy yellow eyes. He jumped off the bed, grabbed the cat by its scruff, and threw it down the hall. It scampered down the stairs and landed on Didrean's lap.

Didrean pet the shivering mound of fur as she bit her lip, looking up the stairs towards the grumbled slam of Legato's door. "Are you sure about this?" she asked the nodding Amy.

"Of course! Father's really let himself go lately. A little diet won't hurt him."

"Did you ever think it's not him I'm worried about? He'll get edgy. What if he tries to take his rage out on someone else, namely US? Besides, the man's skinner than … well… He's REALLY SKINNY!"

Amy waved her hand and made the cat jump off Didrean's lap and walk outside, "Oh yeah, he's almost 300 pounds! That coat is really slimming."

Didrean stares at Amy with her mouth hanging open. The cat leaves the room in a awkward silence and a sigh to head up the stairs. She stops to watch Vash step out of Vashina's new room with tears of fatherly joy. He bends down, ruffles her fur, and starts back down the hall towards his own room, passing by Clone's "room."

Cheegecheega… Cheegacheegacheegacheega. Vash stares at the doorknob…. Cheegacheega bang bang cheegacheega ahhhhh…(A/N: you have no IDEA how easy it is to get that stuck in your head.) He wriggles the knob and pokes the melted lock.

"Hm. Have to get that fixed soon," he mutters, continuing down the hall as the cat sits still watching Clone's door with rapt attention. Inside, Clone gives up with jiggling the doorknob and decides to burrow herself out. Unfortunately, she realizes, just in the nick of time, that her room is on the second floor. So, she turns her pleads to the one place she knows they will be heard.

The ceiling.

And lo and behold! Clone spies the air duct opening. Outside, the sun paints the walls a bloody red as our feline friend lays in front of the door with a yawn and a muffled cackle and resounding clatter spew from the door. The cat leers at the door and waltzes into Vashina's room decorated with donuts, nailed to the wall and a circular bed, indented in the middle. The walls were recently painted red and her closet is barren, aside from the paper on the floor and the glossy shimmer of the last coat.

Vashina sat on her bed, dropping the paintbrush in the empty pail and wiping her brow with her hand, leaving a red streak beneath her wavy bangs. The cat meows as she jumps onto the bed. Vashina smiles, pets her, and tosses her outside. "Sorry kitty, but I just painted and, although its quick dry, I don't want you messing it up."

She closes the door and touches the paint by its frame. She smiles when nothing rubs off and walks to her closet. Vash's clone wore fresh clothes borrowed from Milly as Meryl insisted her old clothes be washed. Knock, knock.

Vashina looks to the window, "It's that late already?" she mutters crossing to the door and cracking it open. A man stood in the opening; his face covered by a dark scarf and high collar of a black trench coat.

"The crow pecks at the ground," he whispers.

Vashina whispers back, "He searches for the crumbs."

"But can't seem to find them," he continues, peering over his shoulder.

Vashina growls and grabs him by the collar, throwing the door open. "Just give me the freakin' god, Vash!"

Vash whimpers and hands Vashina a round object carefully wrapped in a kleenex. Vashina giggles, taking it from Vash's hand and throwing her father to the floor, slamming the door behind her and cuddling the napkin. She peels back it's layers and reveals a perfectly glazed donut with evenly distributed sprinkles lining it's soft and gossamer dough. She walks to her closet, touches the red paint to test for dryness, and sets the donut upon a satin cushion surrounded by many pictures of its likeness. She falls to her knees with teary eyes…

"It's so beautiful……." she sighs and carefully closes the closet door before going to bed.

((Later That Night))

That night the entire house slept in suspiously quiet bliss. Unbeknownst to them, evil lurked silently in the air ducts... Well, actually evil was just stuck because she got a cramp in her leg and couldn't move until the heater kickedon and the metal expanded. (A/N: HA! LEARN, DARN YOU! LEARN!)

Crunk. swifswifswif. "Ha! Stupid air duct, try and keep me from terrorizing the short-spider. I laugh at you! Mwuahah-" Clone stopped and looked around her cramped confines. Sure enough, she was lost; but luckily, a vent was conviently beneath her feet. She smirked and peered through the metal slits...

Cackle. Right above Vashina's room... Suddenly, her brain started twitching. At first, it hurt her until an amazing thing happened... She had an idea...

And with a lighter in her hand and a rope anchored to the air duct and her waist, Clone lowered herself above Vashina's bed like a spider closing in on it's unfortunate prey...

Chk. Chk. "Stupid lighter." Chkchkchkchkchkchkchk. Chk. fwoosh. "Mwuaahaha.." She dropped the lighter and reeled herself up while the flames shot from Vashina's sleeping form..

((That Morning...))

It was a blissful dream of KILLING CLONE and saving all mankind from evil and Knives that she woke up from ... Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow, ect.

Clap, clik. Her bloodshot eyes opened and she stared at the alarm clock dad absolutely demanded she have. The damn thing looked like a black cat squatting with one paw on the clock and another holding a donut. When the alarm went off, it's head would tilt and the donut would go to it's mouth... The first time was cute, but everthing after that...

"Grrr." she flipped her legs out of the indented bed and pulled herself out, stumbling to the bathroom.

Kish...wsh,wsh,wsh. K-shk. "Ah, nothing like a nice wash on the face..." She looked up and saw the black, bristling tendrils that used to be hair...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

((((End))))

C-E: Alright, I'm shelling out this chapter of Clone to inform my loyal readers of some difficulties and whatnot that my life loves to crap out for me. First, my computer is stupid. But that's a good thing because I can't do crap on it but write and get on the internet. Yay! More updating! Second, Family will be on hold until I can remember what I wrote at school, since school let out and I forgot to get my stories off the network there. Third, I'VE BEEN IN HAWAII! Everyone praise and then hunt me down for rubbing it in your faces. So, more chapters, hold on Family and kill me for hubris. Check.