A/N: This chappie is going to be mostly about Knives because I felt I
didn't get enough explanation in last two chapters and it was just plot
thickening. (If it gets any thicker I won't be able to see my way through
it!) This idea came to me whilst I was in the shower so enjoy!
Disclamer: May you get stabbed by various sharp-pointed objects if I ever
own Trigun.
Knives was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling while Reba was in the shower. Damn she takes a long time, he thought to himself. He thought back in the bar where Reba, after scaring the shit out of him, had left him sitting there, alone with his thoughts. He came back to their room, for time alone away from the disgusting human infested cities, only to find her already occupying the bathroom. Although that wasn't too big of a deal since he didn't feel as hostile towards her as he did towards the rest of the pathetic race known as homo-sapiens.
It's wrong on so many different levels (I've always wanted to say that) that I can even stand her, he thought. Why didn't he hate her with the fierce passion he reserved for her race? Why did he save her from her assailant in the little piss-ant town they journeyed from? She did save me, the little voice he rarely listened to stated. Hmm.well saving me means touching me.she touched me, nasty! Instantly the little voice was quashed by the knowledge that a human had laid hands on him.
Knives was disgusted but the voice refused to be put-out. You were just thinking how she didn't stir those extremely disgusted-passionate-I hate everyone-feelings in you. The way she handled her death-facing situation with no fear, even though she got knocked out, was impressive. I guess I figured, since she did save my life, that I should return the favor, however pathetic or worthless her life may be.
Although, in the bar, she wasn't acting normal like humans. He had noticed, as plants have the power to, her aura. It was darker, more sinister, and also as though it were guarding a deep secret. To plants, human's auras are light clouds hovering around their bodies, like heat waves radiating, their very essence, is shown in the aura. But hers.it was black, like darkness, or death itself. Knives shivered involuntarily. Here he was, a full grown plant, bent on destroying the human race, getting chills just because he probably misread a spiders aura.
Knives snorted, disgusted with himself, and let his thoughts wander to Vash. His eyes got a far-away and sad look when his thoughts landed on his brother. He remembered the shoot-out clearly, and how it ended, with Vash standing over him, pointing his gun at his prostrate, bullet-hole riddled, almost dead body. The haunting words Vash muttered floated around Knives's head. "I will.I will survive!" After the breath-taking words, Vash had dropped his gun, and walked away into the desert, crying silently. Knives had only known Vash was crying because he had felt his brother's sorrow, and a tear, on his face. "Dear brother," Knives whispered, "What have you done to yourself? Can't you see that they need to die?" Knives shook his head sorrowfully to try and clear away the image of his broken brother, and the amount of scars just on his arm. How could Vash stand to live with them? How could he even bear to be within a couple miles of their stupid plant-sucking metropolises that screamed when they saw his face? That was what was different between Knives and Vash. Knives could walk through a town that he had every intent on destroying and not get noticed. With Vash, it was all he could do to pick up a donut before the town ran him out or tried to kill him. Knives laid there pondering humans, and his brother until he was almost asleep.
Knives could hear the shower go off but was too involved in his sleepy- thoughts to really notice much. When he did open his eyes and look over toward the noise of the bathroom door opening, there stood Reba, in.in (Damn, I'll just come out and say it) she was butt-naked. Reba stared, Knives coughed.
Knives was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling while Reba was in the shower. Damn she takes a long time, he thought to himself. He thought back in the bar where Reba, after scaring the shit out of him, had left him sitting there, alone with his thoughts. He came back to their room, for time alone away from the disgusting human infested cities, only to find her already occupying the bathroom. Although that wasn't too big of a deal since he didn't feel as hostile towards her as he did towards the rest of the pathetic race known as homo-sapiens.
It's wrong on so many different levels (I've always wanted to say that) that I can even stand her, he thought. Why didn't he hate her with the fierce passion he reserved for her race? Why did he save her from her assailant in the little piss-ant town they journeyed from? She did save me, the little voice he rarely listened to stated. Hmm.well saving me means touching me.she touched me, nasty! Instantly the little voice was quashed by the knowledge that a human had laid hands on him.
Knives was disgusted but the voice refused to be put-out. You were just thinking how she didn't stir those extremely disgusted-passionate-I hate everyone-feelings in you. The way she handled her death-facing situation with no fear, even though she got knocked out, was impressive. I guess I figured, since she did save my life, that I should return the favor, however pathetic or worthless her life may be.
Although, in the bar, she wasn't acting normal like humans. He had noticed, as plants have the power to, her aura. It was darker, more sinister, and also as though it were guarding a deep secret. To plants, human's auras are light clouds hovering around their bodies, like heat waves radiating, their very essence, is shown in the aura. But hers.it was black, like darkness, or death itself. Knives shivered involuntarily. Here he was, a full grown plant, bent on destroying the human race, getting chills just because he probably misread a spiders aura.
Knives snorted, disgusted with himself, and let his thoughts wander to Vash. His eyes got a far-away and sad look when his thoughts landed on his brother. He remembered the shoot-out clearly, and how it ended, with Vash standing over him, pointing his gun at his prostrate, bullet-hole riddled, almost dead body. The haunting words Vash muttered floated around Knives's head. "I will.I will survive!" After the breath-taking words, Vash had dropped his gun, and walked away into the desert, crying silently. Knives had only known Vash was crying because he had felt his brother's sorrow, and a tear, on his face. "Dear brother," Knives whispered, "What have you done to yourself? Can't you see that they need to die?" Knives shook his head sorrowfully to try and clear away the image of his broken brother, and the amount of scars just on his arm. How could Vash stand to live with them? How could he even bear to be within a couple miles of their stupid plant-sucking metropolises that screamed when they saw his face? That was what was different between Knives and Vash. Knives could walk through a town that he had every intent on destroying and not get noticed. With Vash, it was all he could do to pick up a donut before the town ran him out or tried to kill him. Knives laid there pondering humans, and his brother until he was almost asleep.
Knives could hear the shower go off but was too involved in his sleepy- thoughts to really notice much. When he did open his eyes and look over toward the noise of the bathroom door opening, there stood Reba, in.in (Damn, I'll just come out and say it) she was butt-naked. Reba stared, Knives coughed.