Balance
Balance
Seconds. Years. Days. Minutes.
Centuries. Don't know, don't understand without her voice. I can't hear it
and its been that long.
He's won, but he hasn't. She has,
in failure. I want to hear her again. Been so long.
That's why he smiles at my back. Why
the anger burns him cold when I kill.
When I kill. I. Yes. I kill.
Again, again. And he frowns. Burns,
hates me. Hates seeing me corrupted. Killing.
And I know why. Twisted up. Dirty and
dangerous and sparking something crazy. Me, not him.
Rational. He's rational, always
rational. Likes his mirror tarnished.
Hates me.
But I don't hate him. Love him. Love
him, love her more.
Balance, that's the word. My gun's
balanced, silver and tarnished and in my hand clicking, clicking.
I told you! Balance. Nice word, soft in
my head like she is. Was. It's been so long. Seconds? Centuries?
I remember a different battle. People,
friends. Death and pain. Doesn't make any sense. I may have won.
But he's won, now. Now, now remember
to share. Yes, Rem. Good boys.
Taking turns. But I won, I think. Even
now. I killed her. The sharp one, the one more grey than gold - not me, not me -
thought he did. But it was me.
But it's the only way!!!!!
I miss her. She's dead. Both. Her and
her. Death in my hand, I resurrect and kill them. The priest was wrong. I don't
have to sacrifice.
I have my brother.
He hates.
Me.
But - balance. There's a song that's
a reason. And I hear it.
I hear it, when it clicks, when they
die. She sings to me.
And I need her. I need her. Her, only
her. Don't know which. Her.
They die and I hear her and she dies
and I have to hear her again.
Didn't sacrifice, I have everything
now.
note: Uh . . . right. This is my version of
Vash crazy. Barring AU, I tried to come up with a reason for him to kill
other than desperate situations. This is the result. It's funny,
because I think Vash evil would be the utterly most devastating force ever (which
is why he has to be the hero) and Knives good would just be a wuss or a
hippy. Umm, the repetition seems a little overly much to me. It's
pretty disjointed, but then again, he's supposed to be nuts. Not sure I
like it at all, even if I'm at terms with it enough to post.
Trigun is copyright (c) Yasuhiro Nightow and Young King
Ours.