Dark: Today, I woke up at an ungodly hour (for a weekend, that is. 8.10am is very early if one's talking about a bloody Sunday) to study and a thought came to mind: "Did I, or didn't I, say I wouldn't update this past Thursday on the last posted piece?" Even that early, I realized I didn't. So sorry o.O Oh, and thank you very much for the 10000 hits! n.n

"…" is speech.

Italics is thoughts.

: … : is telepathic speaking.

Key-word: Hypocrite
Rating: T
Genre: General/Drama.
Pairing(s): None.
Verse: Anime.
Warnings: Some spoilers from the twins' past, some mentioned violence.
Summary: It was actually curious if one thought about it. Knives could, in the very least, admit that to himself. In the end… in the end, wasn't it the same?

ºººººº Irony ºººººº

The spider's assumption… is correct.

Knives could, in the very least, admit that to himself.

But truly, in over one hundred years, such thoughts had never crossed his mind.

And all because of a single word.

Tch.

Still, because of that little spider, he allowed himself to remember and reflect. On the days long past that shall never come back (much to his relief and Vash's misery), days spent either running amongst bright synthetic grass and carefree or huddled close to his counterpart, whimpering and crying in each other's arms.

The days back in the SEEDs flagship. More specifically, the one single man that had opened his own blind-folded eyes.

Steve.

The human filth who had acted purely out of confusion and lack of understanding and dealt with that frustration and dilemma by taking it out on him and his twin mercilessly.

The bastard who never once paused to listen to two frightened children who did not comprehend either why he did it or what they did wrong to deserve such treatment and hatred from him.

The spider that had always preferred that he and Vash had been experimented on, then gotten rid of before they could even learn how to talk or walk.

The fucked up being that acted out of raw fear. Yes, Knives understood that.

Steve was the kind of person who much preferred to deal with something unknown and inexplicable by simply destroying it.

And seemingly, out of the wide and innocent light eyes of two newborn humanoid plants, the bloody man saw the Apocalypse coming for his kind.

And what better way to take care of it than cutting off the threat by its roots?

Those were his main arguments, the platinum haired plant concluded.

If he thought the end was near and the source were the two male plant twins, then the best thing to do was kill them.

Simple as that, huh?

"Hypocrite. That's what you are."

Those words echoed once again in his mind. And then, he turned to himself, his own plots and his own motives.

Knives knew the uncontrolled and disregarded use of his plant sisters would lead to their untimely death.

He knew that, if the humans even suspected Vash the Stampede was a plant himself, the wanted poster would no longer be asked "Dead or Alive", just "Dead".

He was also aware that, if not that, then Vash (and he himself, if found) would be used just like their sisters.

Therefore, in order to save his brethren of such an unjust fate, Knives turned against these unrewarding and neglecting things that entitled themselves as "humans" and ultimately decided that the best course of action for his kin to survive would be eradication.

Simple as that.

Her dark eyes shone with something he did not dare name. "And that attitude has a name. Hypocrite. That's what you are."

Simple as that, huh?

It was actually curious if one thought about it.

Wasn't that… acting out of raw fear as well? For the first time in a rather long while, Knives felt speechless as he stared up at the blank ceiling above him in the silent and lonely room.

Steve believed he and Vash would bring destruction to Humanity. His solution: get rid of them.

Knives had more than enough proof to theorize that plants would gradually continue dying at an alarming rhythm if the current situation was not controlled (which would not be), therefore, he alone decided that the best plan was to make the human race disappear.

In the end… in the end, wasn't it the same?

So, attacker and victim had the same views? The same objective, the very same goal?

How ironic can you get?

All of this because of a small exchange between him and his brother's little pet spider.

"Have you truly seen him? His body? His disfigured figure? And you know why, spider? Because you humans treated him so. He's the way he is now only because of you!"

Meryl stared him right in the eye, levelled. Unafraid. It irked him more than anything. "Bastard. You were the first one. You were the one who first scarred him."

Icy hues widened a fraction and focused on the lowly being in front of him, unrestrained rage forbidding him to even speak. He then dared to speak very slowly and in the quietest of tones. "What did you say?"

She looked as confident as ever. She even repeated herself. "You were the one who first scarred him. You were the one who caused Rem's death. And you know perfectly well that she is above anyone else in Vash's heart and opinion, even you, me or any other person. And you took her away from him. You can't even hope for that scar in particular to heal. Ever." Her dark eyes shone with something he did not dare name. "And that attitude has a name. Hypocrite. That's what you are."

Owari


Vocabulary:
Owari: The end.

Dark: I always wondered how Knives would react if Meryl beat him at a verbal fight x) well, that, and the analogy between him and Steve. Truly, it's curious if you think about it xDD I'm not sure if I'll be able to update next week, though I'll try.