~~~~~Author's Note:
Since I was suffering from writers' block, I decided to write another short story involving Vash and Knives as children. This one only involves the two, so it's a bit easier on my poor brain.
Also, there's spoilers littered here and there, but nothing too serious. Shouldn't have to worry if you haven't seen "Rem Saverem" yet.
Other than that... enjoy!~~~~~
.oOo~Nighttime Musings~oOo.
Another night, another sported bruise. Knives disdainfully stared at his round face in the mirror, regarding the purpled mark Steve had left on his cheek with anger and frustration. He hadn't done anything, he had just been walking through the hall. Behind him, Vash peered in meekly, his own face dusted and bruised from Steve's particularly bad day. Sighing, he turned and looked at his brother. "You okay, Vash?" A light nod was the only answer he got. "Oh, come on. Please don't be like that."
"I don't get why Steve has to hate us so much..."
Knives quirked his lips up in some semblance of a smile, walking over and putting one arm around Vash's shoulders, threated through the thick golden blond hair. "Every time I see you, you're worrying about the same thing." The other boy chuckled at the look of disbelief showing in those turquoise eyes. "That's why we gotta stick up for one another, Vash. We'll get through okay. Someone will do something about Steve soon enough, and we'll all be fine. Everything will be okay again."
A tiny smile played at the corners of Vash's lips, his eyes lighting up a little. "You think so?"
"I know so!" The boys grinned at each other, as if keeping a secret between them. "C'mon, let's get to bed. Rem said we should be up early, for the surprise she has for us tomorrow."
*****
Knives sighed as he stared at the ceiling in he and Vash's quarters. The two boys were sharing a bed, side-by-side, so that they would feel more comfortable and have someone to talk to should anything happen outside to where they would not be allowed out until crisis was averted. Vash was almost asleep, curled up on his side with one small hand curled up by his face, clenched on a fistful of hair.
The boy couldn't help but to smile at his brother. As he started to turn to go to sleep, however, his twin's soft voice broke the calm silence. "Knives...? Why do you think we're here?"
For a moment, Knives sat shocked at the question, staring at his brother's prone form and the pristine-clear blue-green eyes that stared up at him. "Well... Rem thinks we're angels."
Vash's eyes were startled and wide. "Really? Angels?"
"Yep. She never really said why though."
"Wow... I never thought we could be angels!"
Knives laughed. "It's improbable, Vash. Angels are androgynous, and we're both obviously boys."
"It's improbable, but not impossible," Vash stated with a nod, his nose stuck up slightly and his bottom lip stuck out.
"Dreamer," snickered Knives, poking his brother's forehead.
"Better than being stuck in logic all my life," shrugged the slightly smaller twin. "Knives... do you think you and I will ever not be together anymore?"
"What?!" Knives seemed appaled by just the thought, his blue eyes wide. "That's ridiculous, Vash! You act like somethin's gonna happen."
Vash sighed as his brother settled beside him and the two boys were face to face with one another. "Yeah... I guess you're right."
The room was quiet for a bit longer until, in a quiet voice, Knives spoke up again. "Vash?"
"Hm?"
"If something happened to me, would you be sad?"
"Yeah..." There was another pause. "How 'bout you?"
"Yeah. I would be."
Finally, after another long pause, the boys' breathing evened out in sleep. Anyone looking in would've seen the two brothers curled up against one another under the blankets, as close as close could be. An endearing sight.
*****
The next morning, Vash was the first awake, bounding through his morning routine of getting ready as Knives was just staggering out of bed. He cast a tired glare at his better half through platinum-colored bangs. Why did he have to be such a morning person?
"Knives, hurry up!" came that cheerful voice. "We're gonna be late!"
Knives rubbed the back of his head with a weak smile. "Coming!"
As much as he enjoyed any time he could spend with his brother... he enjoyed nighttime musings the most.
.oOo~Owari~oOo.
Since I was suffering from writers' block, I decided to write another short story involving Vash and Knives as children. This one only involves the two, so it's a bit easier on my poor brain.
Also, there's spoilers littered here and there, but nothing too serious. Shouldn't have to worry if you haven't seen "Rem Saverem" yet.
Other than that... enjoy!~~~~~
.oOo~Nighttime Musings~oOo.
Another night, another sported bruise. Knives disdainfully stared at his round face in the mirror, regarding the purpled mark Steve had left on his cheek with anger and frustration. He hadn't done anything, he had just been walking through the hall. Behind him, Vash peered in meekly, his own face dusted and bruised from Steve's particularly bad day. Sighing, he turned and looked at his brother. "You okay, Vash?" A light nod was the only answer he got. "Oh, come on. Please don't be like that."
"I don't get why Steve has to hate us so much..."
Knives quirked his lips up in some semblance of a smile, walking over and putting one arm around Vash's shoulders, threated through the thick golden blond hair. "Every time I see you, you're worrying about the same thing." The other boy chuckled at the look of disbelief showing in those turquoise eyes. "That's why we gotta stick up for one another, Vash. We'll get through okay. Someone will do something about Steve soon enough, and we'll all be fine. Everything will be okay again."
A tiny smile played at the corners of Vash's lips, his eyes lighting up a little. "You think so?"
"I know so!" The boys grinned at each other, as if keeping a secret between them. "C'mon, let's get to bed. Rem said we should be up early, for the surprise she has for us tomorrow."
*****
Knives sighed as he stared at the ceiling in he and Vash's quarters. The two boys were sharing a bed, side-by-side, so that they would feel more comfortable and have someone to talk to should anything happen outside to where they would not be allowed out until crisis was averted. Vash was almost asleep, curled up on his side with one small hand curled up by his face, clenched on a fistful of hair.
The boy couldn't help but to smile at his brother. As he started to turn to go to sleep, however, his twin's soft voice broke the calm silence. "Knives...? Why do you think we're here?"
For a moment, Knives sat shocked at the question, staring at his brother's prone form and the pristine-clear blue-green eyes that stared up at him. "Well... Rem thinks we're angels."
Vash's eyes were startled and wide. "Really? Angels?"
"Yep. She never really said why though."
"Wow... I never thought we could be angels!"
Knives laughed. "It's improbable, Vash. Angels are androgynous, and we're both obviously boys."
"It's improbable, but not impossible," Vash stated with a nod, his nose stuck up slightly and his bottom lip stuck out.
"Dreamer," snickered Knives, poking his brother's forehead.
"Better than being stuck in logic all my life," shrugged the slightly smaller twin. "Knives... do you think you and I will ever not be together anymore?"
"What?!" Knives seemed appaled by just the thought, his blue eyes wide. "That's ridiculous, Vash! You act like somethin's gonna happen."
Vash sighed as his brother settled beside him and the two boys were face to face with one another. "Yeah... I guess you're right."
The room was quiet for a bit longer until, in a quiet voice, Knives spoke up again. "Vash?"
"Hm?"
"If something happened to me, would you be sad?"
"Yeah..." There was another pause. "How 'bout you?"
"Yeah. I would be."
Finally, after another long pause, the boys' breathing evened out in sleep. Anyone looking in would've seen the two brothers curled up against one another under the blankets, as close as close could be. An endearing sight.
*****
The next morning, Vash was the first awake, bounding through his morning routine of getting ready as Knives was just staggering out of bed. He cast a tired glare at his better half through platinum-colored bangs. Why did he have to be such a morning person?
"Knives, hurry up!" came that cheerful voice. "We're gonna be late!"
Knives rubbed the back of his head with a weak smile. "Coming!"
As much as he enjoyed any time he could spend with his brother... he enjoyed nighttime musings the most.
.oOo~Owari~oOo.